Kayaking

As awesome as the ocean was, we decided to take a break from it to heal our sunburns - I looked like a lobster for the first couple days, then I looked like I had leprosy when it started healing.

Anyway, we decided to go kayaking. It's a wonderful outdoor activity. Except in some cases.

When we arrived at the small kayak rental place on Narrow River, we rented two double kayaks and then hopped right in (after some sunscreen of course). As my father and brothers paddled out, we laughed, because they were going sideways. haha, us girls could do way better. not.

The rental guy observed that that's why double kayaks are called 'divorce boats' and then pushed us off into the river. And then karma killed us.

We zig-zagged like the ball in a pinball machine, unable to go straight ahead for anything, probably because of our bad rhythm. The guy had told us to stay near the edges of the river because there we sandbars and shallow spots we might get stuck on in the middle, and guess what, we did.

Unable to follow his wise advice, we beached ourselves at every possible time (accidentally of course). We even got stuck one time... stranded on this sandbar... so I got out to un-beach us, and well... things went downhill from there. I got out and pushed them off, but that was not nearly the hardest part. Then I had to get back in the boat, which was really difficult considering that they were moving away and NOT COMING BACK FOR ME and I was stuck in the freakin' knee deep mud. Long story short, I left my crocs there, buried in about a foot and a half of mud. Hope the fishies enjoy them.

When we got to the end of the river -where the river met the ocean- we stopped at a beach (on purpose!!) and swam to a little sandbar that made it look like you were walking on water. Then my dad and I went ocean kayaking, which was freakin' amazing! Even capsizing was fun!

And thus our trip ended, our kayak zig-zagging into the sunset, only me paddling because my mom got tired. And me sans shoes.