Going for a boat ride feels like an almost mandatory activity when traveling to a seaside destination.
I also went paddle boarding. I have wanted to try it ever since I first heard about it fifteen years ago. But that wasn’t the reason. I was the excuse for my daughter to strike this one off her bucket list.
I am adding a dash of cocky these days. It has its costs.
My sunglasses were the victims of my first attempt to stand up on the paddle board. I had joked about the scenario while milling around during the registration formalities.
Later, while showing off new found navigation skills, I lost a little bit more pride by again falling off the board.
The ferry has left the quay. I have only just noticed. I am at the front of the ship.
Looking on the bright side is not working as the conclusion to my stories. Stuff like that doesn’t happen while sitting on the couch.
I try it with my bicycling wounds. I had built up a little speed, then the bike path got a little thinner, and then I had to choose between scraping the rock wall and going onto the pedestrian lane. I show my shoulder with the large blue and accompanying scabs.
I am worrying that I will miss an Orca sighting if I don’t pay attention. Then I remember that I am with boatload of people. The excitement over a log proves my point.
My stories were missing all the before and after fun.