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| Sunday, April 08, 2007 |
| Have Your Kayak |
Yesterday, we went kayaking.
Our Friends In Victor Harbor go kayaking on a regular basis. Well, since she had the baby she hasn't been kayaking (two months is too little to paddle a kayak), but he still goes out weekly. They invited us to go kayaking, so yesterday we drove to Victor for some sea paddling action.
There wasn't much happening in the way of waves, so we decided to paddle to Wright Island. They have two kayaks - a double and a single. Ata paddled with our friend on the way out, and Mr Ata went on his own. We paddled to the island, around the island, and then up onto the beach. Then we hopped over the rocks and around thorn bushes to look at the waves crashing on rocks and flocks of pigeons wheeling overhead. Apparently, pigeons like Wright Island. One seagull berated us for setting foot on it's turf, but Ata told it to be quiet and it was. The sky was clear and sunny, the water was green and cool, and Ata wished she had a camera. On the way back, Ata paddled the single kayak while the two boys took the double. Ata got launched first, and drifted for a little while on the clear smooth water while she waited for the men to catch up. The water was so clear she could make out different kinds of seaweed growing from the bottom, but she didn't see any fishies. Paddling back was hard. Ata had not kayaked before, and managing the rudder was a little difficult - the kayak would turn and turn and turn before Ata realised she had her foot down hard on the pedal, and needed to push the OTHER side down to turn the kayak back to shore. By the time she beached the kayak - slowly and awkwardly, driven more by the action of the small waves than under her own paddling steam - Ata's shoulders and arms and back were reprimanding her severely, and she struggled to help carry the kayak up the beach & haul it onto the trailer.
It was a very lovely expedition, and a gorgeous day to be out on the water. Ata remembered how much she missed living by the ocean. She stood on the rocks of Wright Island, watching the one jetski crash through the waves between Wright Island and the Bluff, and sighed - "Why are we going to the UK, again?"
Mr Ata was able to answer this very promptly, as our Friends in Victor Harbour had lived in the UK for a couple of years and had been regaling with us with tales of adventure. "Skiing in Italy," he said. "Yeah," agreed our Adventurous Kayaking Friend. We all looked back out over the water once more, and started rock-hopping back to the beach where the kayaks were parked.
Even skiing in Italy would surely be hard-pressed to beat kayaking in Victor Harbour.
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posted by Ata @ 11:00 am  |
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Ata has a mystical power over seagulls.
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I didnt even know there were pedals in a kayak.
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*scratches head*
And moving to the UK equals skiing in Italy how, exactly? Italy is Far Away. Beautiful, and quite easy to travel to, but still Far Away. Although perhaps a mere stone's throw by Aussie standards. Daft Aussies.
Another reason for Ata to move to the Westcountry. Devon has two coasts. Come and live here, by the sea! And we can be neighbours.
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Ata has a mystical power over seagulls.