It was pushing 100 degrees when Martin suggested that I should take him kayaking "some day", my response was how about today? We had been planning a 3+ hour mt. bike ride and the idea of hanging out in water for a couple hours sounded great:
Henry and Thomas were hip to the idea as well:
We rounded up the boys, dusted off the boats, and headed out to Long Pine Reservoir. I could scarcely remember how to tie two boats onto my car. I had the ropes, but the knowledge was rusty. 
As we left Starbucks and headed for the lake, William Nealey's Kayaking bible started to come back to me - slowly. The many trips to WV began to revisit me, the chasing flood stage creeks in PA, SC & WV began to seem familiar again - in a weird way. 
Thomas and Henry were modeling for some surfer kid magazine:
Another great day - 364 to go!
Henry and Thomas were hip to the idea as well: We rounded up the boys, dusted off the boats, and headed out to Long Pine Reservoir. I could scarcely remember how to tie two boats onto my car. I had the ropes, but the knowledge was rusty. As we left Starbucks and headed for the lake, William Nealey's Kayaking bible started to come back to me - slowly. The many trips to WV began to revisit me, the chasing flood stage creeks in PA, SC & WV began to seem familiar again - in a weird way. Here is Martin with a near-perfect set-up for an Eskimo roll. Someone once told me that you could tell if someone was going to be a kayaker if, on their first roll attempt, they came up smiling. 
Martin was laughing.
and, ready to try again.
Martin was laughing. and, ready to try again.Thomas and Henry were modeling for some surfer kid magazine:
Another great day - 364 to go!
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