Feb 12, 201310:39 AM
Running In Fog: HeartLand Boating Humor
(page 1 of 2)
Every year, in the middle of a cold snap, we all long for one of those super-hot summer days. Today was one of those super-hot days, and I was not enjoying it. Summer had ended, the kids were back in school and the cool breezes of autumn could be felt in the early morning. But now, Indian Summer was here, and it was worse than July.
I hated it, but Nemo, my Black Lab, hated it more. So, I took him down to a nearby stream for a run. It’s a public area, wooded, wild, with a dirt track that ran down to the water as a quasi-boat ramp for kayakers, tubers and canoers who were looking to ride the stream until it met the river about 10 miles away.
This stream was not like running the rapids. Indeed, if a blazing, screaming, death-defying stream was a 5, this was more like a 0.5. It was lazy, but cool and pretty with trees hanging over the water. A perfect spot to listen to the water and give the dog a run. Off we went.
Splush. He ran headlong into the water. Only about 12 inches deep for half of its width, the stream had a good splash zone. Tail up, tongue out, the dog ran through the water chasing frogs and fish and floating sticks.
Then, the kayakers showed up. Now, in the interest of fairness, I must disclose that I want two canoes or kayaks just to ride this very stream with family and friends. I’m buying one next spring. But, gosh, they’re a noisy bunch. They always travel in herds. And they always gibber-jabber.
Unfortunately, I could only ever hear part of the conversations. It would start out as a mumble, then when they got closer and I could hear them clearly. Then, just as they seemed to be getting to the juicy parts, they would start to drift too far away and all I could hear was the mumbling again.