I think.
Kayak anybody?It's time to give this antiquated vessel to somebody who will use it! Last time it was in the water, my friend Cyndi was alive & her husband Arne tried to paddle around their lake in Fairfield CA. 2002.
It's been on fun adventures (houseboat trips), and scary adventurous ones (class 4+ rapids on the Cache La Poudre River Colorado).
Originated in the East - I bought it used in 1986 from CSU student who climbed & river rat'ed in CO (yes "rat"). (also bought a climbing rope from him).I took it out East w/me & kayaked in Long Island Sound in winter... Breaking ice & snow inside marshlands. Of course I paddled it in the warm summers as well.
Clearly a sentimental item that represents my past life of river ratting, raft guiding on the Dead & Penobscot rivers in Maine. And a now- somewhat tamed personality- of "no fear". Hate to say this... But I think I need a keel, an either sit-on-top or sea, kayak - now for my adventure level.
No spray skirt or float bags, or paddle (keeping my gorgeous Mitchell wood paddle).
I mourn the letting go of this symbol of my past, but realize it's nearly a dusty trophy - trying to prove to myself & backyard tours that I WAS this person in the past. Perhaps someone will breath life back into it's hull... & it will open up a space for a shiny new adventurous toy to enter my world.
*sigh*
I've had several experiences handing back trash through the car window. Makes a great impression - but I only do it at a safe intersection w/ lots of witnesses ;-).
1st goober threw entire cigarette box out window w/ plastic after he zoomed off in his safe powerful machine. Next denied they knew it fell out. Next had an interesting conversation w/ car full of male DeAnza College students after they threw food container out.
Another time I stayed parallel on hwy 85 next to a glamorous BMW diva that threw something out. All lanes were empty around us - so I engaged. She was gabbing on phone (pre law against) rolled her window down & I said -"You dropped something or threw something out your window"... she said "what?"... I repeated... she said "SO WHAT!" rolling her eyes... then up the window... then con't on cell. I figure she had to tell the person she was talking what just happened... I hope they scolded her as well.
My husband Terry has grabbed trash while riding and ridden all the way home with it - in the same vane. Usually cyclists are more sensitive - but race habits of tossing gu wrappers still occurs.
I find it incomprehensible - the urge to litter. Your CAR cleanliness is more important than your COMMUNITY or mine? Pshaw.
Now I ease down with my crutches - off soapbox - quietly being hopeful.