So, here’s our Maxie. We had been talking about a canoe/kayak trip for Memorial Day with our youngest babies for a few weeks. This is the day before that, when “they” (meaning not me) decided we had time to make a practice run down a closer river than the one we had planned for Memorial Day.
I’m not sure what possessed us to think Max ought to go, but go he did. And he did awesome. He is such an amazing little boogar. I’m always impressed with him whenever we take a leap and take him with us somewhere. He’s such a good boy. He never seemed the least bit scared on the water, although he did simply step or roll out into it a few times. We’re not sure if he thought all the pollen on the surface meant there was solid ground where the water was still so he should be able to walk on it or if he needed to potty and was determined to get to a good potty spot.
As unafraid as Max was, I, on the other hand, was not so brave. Almost from the start, we hit a bit of rough water, or rather the Hubby was moving more than I was comfortable with and I panicked. That just set the mood for me. I suddenly remembered how little I actually liked canoeing. The kids have a couple of kayaks but Hubby has a canoe, so that’s what we float in.
I don’t much like a canoe. I don’t much like water, actually and especially if it’s moving at all. In case you didn’t know, the very first time Hubby took me canoeing we went with his buddies to a river he’d never been to himself, with class 3 rapids and he had never been in the back of a canoe (where you steer from) he’d always been in the front!
As a result, I got dumped out no less than three times, each time in a section of rapids. It was everything from unnerving to terrifying. My insulin pump got water damage and one of the buttons get broken from hitting the solid-rock river bottom so I spent the next few days giving shots because I had no pump, not to mention that my sugars shot up during the remaining 2+ hours of water-time and 3 hour ride home. I think that’s one of the biggest reasons I don’t like being on the water. It’s a constant fear that my pump will get damaged. Other than that, I would like the water except that I can’t swim…and I hate getting water in my nose and ears.
Yeah so I probably won’t ever be liking water so much. Heh.
I learned on that first trip that moving water is POWERFUL and if you are dumped out in it, you won’t just casually wade to the shore and stroll out of the river. And if you are pinned on top of tree roots or anything else by said water, you might as well forget getting out of the water on your own.
So yeah, those things might have been flashing through my mind every time the canoe rocked back and forth and each time I heard the boat scraping rocks. Then there was the moment when, for some reason, Hubby couldn’t steer the canoe fast enough to keep it from ramming underneath a tree. Since I was in the front of the canoe, I was rammed into and under the tree too, and when I grabbed the limbs to keep them from taking my head off, the canoe tipped just enough to spill me out and Hubby either got dumped or jumped out, leaving poor little Max in there, floating off by himself. After him jumping out on his own, it was funny that he was the only one that stayed in. I came out with a couple of fingernails ripped off and one bleeding with a hunk of meat hanging off the side of one finger.
I wasn’t happy, as you can imagine. I wanted to go back right then and there, but um… well, you don’t “go back” in canoeing. Nobody comes to “pick you up. We had to go on, but my babies suggested we use their kayaks and let them use the canoe. DIL #2 insisted we switch since the kayaks are easier to control in the water.
So Hubby and I got in the kayaks and let Baby Son & DIL #2 in the canoe. I still wasn’t completely comfortable, but it was indeed much simpler to navigate the water and in all honesty, I very much enjoyed the floating down the calm water… but the “bumpy” areas are SO not my favorite!
I decided by the time I had paddled to the take-out point, that I wouldn’t go back with them the next day on the originally planned trip. My neck and shoulders were horrifically tight and they’re still sore today.
The Baby kids, hubby and a friend of theirs went and had a good time. When it took them about 9 hours to run the section they did, I was very glad I’d chosen to stay home, even if it was boring. Maybe I’ll go on the river again, but probably not until I’ve had time to forget that I don’t much like it.
Genesis 41:51 – “….“God has made me forget all my hardship and all my father’s house.”[