The KRT

Yesterday brought us whipping winds. All afternoon, one had to keep one's mouth firmly closed lest one's false teeth become dislodged.

Not the best example. But really, it was fierce out there.

For example: Hubby had leaned the blue kayak up against something to drain the water out. A little time passed before he noticed it was gone. Like, not even anywhere around. He knew that neither I nor #1 Daughter would dare THINK of taking it out for a spin on such a blustery afternoon.

So he spied with his little eye down the raging river, trying to spot a patch o' bright blue. Alas, but no sign of our little craft.

But really, the only option was this: that the wicked wind had blown it down the bank & into the the clutches of the rain-swollen river.

So he did what he had to do: he hopped onto the little green kayak and went downstream a-hunting for our lost boat. A few football field lengths later, he found it floundering along shore. He fished it out, dumped the water out of it, tied it to the back of Little Green, and attempted to head back upstream toward home.

No such luck. He told me later that he noticed that he was actually going backward despite his most olympic paddling. So he docked both boats at a friend's property and called #1 Daughter for a ride home.

Here are some pics of the Kayak Recovery Team (the KRT) doing their thing today. This team consisted of me and Friend #37, fresh home from China. He was game for such a task. Besides, he had recently fortified himself with a grilled sandwich, chips, and chocolate cake.

It was a much improved situation today; the sun was shining, the breezes were intermittent, and the company delightful.

At the end of the boardwalk with 20 feet to go. On the other side of the kayaks is the actual river.

Only one way to skin this cat & he volunteered first. So he wins!

(May I remind you that this water was recently frozen?)

Truly a heroic effort.

Now to push Little Green to me....and we'll be on our way home!