Sunday, August 22, 2010

L.O.T.E.P.

A few months ago during some rare, quiet time with Zeus we were discussing my new found love of cycling. When I started running/ralking six years ago he was uncomfortable with the car vs. pedestrian danger, as was I. Close calls from left-looking right-turners were scary but I soon learned that ultimately I, the pedestrian, was the one that had to avoid the collision because drivers simply were looking for other vehicles, not a slow-moving jogger. Over time I think Zeus got used to my jaunts on the roads.

Adding a bicycle started it all over again. He much prefers it when I am on a dedicated trail than on the road, although even those trails presented some situations that were a little dicey. Our local pyromaniac is still on the loose and the interesting fellows parked at the river keep me on my toes just as much as right-turning drivers. (I suspect that a few of the cyclists and joggers now on the trail are actually police officers on patrol.)

But back to the title of this post. During that conversation Zeus used the phrase "living on the edge" in describing me and my daughters. Although I've always considered myself to be somewhat of a chicken, I will freely admit that we are the first in line for the thriller rides at amusement parks. (Note: Disney's House of Terror will see us multiple times in October.) Athena and Eris loved his description and immediately dubbed us the "Living On The Edge Posse", LOTEP for short.


A few weeks ago one more activity was added to the LOTEP resume. kayaks. We loaded three rented kayaks into the back of a truck, headed up the canyon to a reservoir and immediately fell in love with rowing through the quiet canyons and the beautiful mountain scenery.


At one point Eris and Athena ventured further up a canyon while I hung back leisurely exploring the receding shoreline. Holy moly! I couldn't believe what was sitting on the side of the steep bank: a large tool box! Diligently, I stood guard until the girls came back. Their screams of delight at the "lake find" reverberated off those tall canyon walls! We all knew that it was a sign from Grandpa that he was with us that day enjoying the great outdoors! I suggested that each of us pick out one tool as a keepsake to take home. No way. The girls insisted that was absurd and totally against everything that we had been taught. We must take every single one of them home. And they did! Loading that large, heavy box on the back of the kayaks from the steep bank took some time and coordination, not to mention the added weight that made rowing back to the opposite shore against the wind even more difficult.



At the end of the evening we were all in agreement that kayaking was a success and that we would be doing it again, eventually with our own equipment.

Yesterday and today Eris' van was packed with kayaks and four families spent the days at a different bay (easier access) paddling on the water. Picnic lunches were eaten, a birthday was celebrated, sandy beaches were transformed into sculptures and those three kayaks were on the water for five hours straight. Even the few who are non-swimmers donned the required life preservers and cruised around the bay.

Mom told me a few nights ago that she already suspects what our next adventure is going to be.

Motorcycles.

Ummmm..... No.



To see more kayaking photos click here.


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P.S. Sorry about the truck, D-Rock.

6 comments:

Muriel said...

That looks like way. too. much. fun.

Eris said...

It was a great weekend and the perfect way to get ready for back-to-school.

Muriel, come down for the disc golf tourney I sent you and we will throw in kayaks!

PS - I believe you already tried a motorcycle and it was not a screaming success.

Muriel said...

You sent me a disc golf tourney??

bleason said...

A lake find--Just goes to show that once the seek and find habit is established, it is near impossible to break, even when kayaking on a beautiful lake. Those were a nice set of wrenches--metric or U.S. Standard?

MoneyWalker

Sharyn said...

You know...some poor befuddled Sasquatch is wandering around blaming his kids for touching his tool box...

The Numismatist said...

MoneyWalker, I think they are U.S. The brand names were all familiar. Athena has all of the tools except for the heavy mallet that is in my back seat. I'm thinking that mallet, along with a screwdriver will come in handy for prying coins out of asphalt. Yes??

Sharyn!!! You just described my father and my childhood! "Where is my hammer?" "Who has been messing around in my workroom?" Poor Dad had three daughters. His workroom was his sanctuary. Full of "found" tools. He could spot a screwdriver from two blocks away!