Canoe Stamina
I finally got a chance to go canoeing and play in the woods with Mike, Maralee and Spence yestureday afternoon. We took it out from under the porch, and then carried it, the life jackets and paddles all the way from my back yard, through the woods behind Village Crossings and launched it where they’re building a new walking bridge. The tide I had checked was coming in, but the back current basically carried us out without any effort. Everyone but Maralee (who waited on the other side of the road) laid flat to coast through the culvert. Rocketing through would be a better adjective, seeing as how the water was being sucked through like a (insert sucking metaphor here). On the other side, we coasted for about 20 feet and then ran into another bridge, which I’d forgotten about. The water at that point was too height to carry us under, so while I conversed with Rob whom I saw walking the street in the rain; the others decided they were tired and cold. I guess they weren’t total wimps; they just weren’t as rain proof as I was. I had on my dad’s yell rain slicker and overall lobsterman pants. Huge rubber boots and layers of my hiking clothes kept me warm as well as dry, so as they got in my dad’s car, I launched myself on the other side. Since I didn’t have a watch, flashlight or phone, I almost cared that I was breaking a few boat safety rules. But I had faith in myself and in the water, so I paddled on. Only once, when I saw that the marsh doubled back more than twice, was I discouraged. I had told myself that I was going to paddle continuously as needed, and not carry the boat, but I couldn’t kept to that last one when I saw the pointlessness of not doing so. Two canoe lengths got me about 20 min. ahead, but it wasn’t time I cared about. I wasn’t cold at all. In fact I was rather hot, but didn’t want to expose my dreads to the water just yet, so I kept my hood up. My hands were red and callused, but not too cold to work. Blood still flared through my fingers, and motivation came easily. Perhaps it was from the sleep I’d gotten earlier in the morning.
The rain fell lightly at times but would suddenly plummet down with intentions to sink me. I bailed with my bleach bucket for a while, but saw the pointlessness of it, and the in-immediate threat it posed. I continued on over flooded marsh grass and surprisingly deep and forceful waters. When I reached the bridge over Scarborough and Cape Elizabeth, I ran the canoe aground in the mud and hopped energetically out to haul her ashore. Turning it on its side and putting all the jackets and paddles in the Volvo, I went home with an extremely good apple and an appreciation for my interests and abilities in the ocean.
Later that evening, I drove Michael home to Brunswick and then went to L. L. Bean with my dad. I got new tights, and some things for me feet at work. It was just like going there when I was little, but my mom wasn’t there to look at things with me, and my brother wasn’t there to take sleeping bags and test them out in the demo tents.
When I got home, Maralee was just leaving for the night. I was so worn out form the days adventures, that I crawled into bed, looking forward but nervously to the dreams which would fallow.
All day Sunday I worked at the harbor. It was the second and last day of the biggest sale of the year, so there were customers everywhere. I moved constantly, shelving items, cutting rope and finding the things that each person couldn’t seem to. My feet ached by four O’clock, which put an end to my seven-hour shift. Stopping at the Keep on the way home, I realized I’d had nothing but a few Peeps to eat, and some Orange juice. Joel and his roll-playing friends were kind enough to share their pizza with me, and I created my Pirate. She was unnamed, but first to be my female character of roll plays.
Finally home, I got a hold on Maralee and Bates. They and my brother and I went to the grocery store and had an incredibly difficult time locating the applesauce, which for some reason was stalked in the candy isle.
We retired to her house with the intentions of watching Maria Full of grace, but managing not to because of daylight savings time, and its’ hurrying us. We made plans to watch it Monday, and I drove my aching feet home, after a short detour to see that the marsh had raised so high that the culvert we’d canoed through the other day, was completely submerged.
The rain fell lightly at times but would suddenly plummet down with intentions to sink me. I bailed with my bleach bucket for a while, but saw the pointlessness of it, and the in-immediate threat it posed. I continued on over flooded marsh grass and surprisingly deep and forceful waters. When I reached the bridge over Scarborough and Cape Elizabeth, I ran the canoe aground in the mud and hopped energetically out to haul her ashore. Turning it on its side and putting all the jackets and paddles in the Volvo, I went home with an extremely good apple and an appreciation for my interests and abilities in the ocean.
Later that evening, I drove Michael home to Brunswick and then went to L. L. Bean with my dad. I got new tights, and some things for me feet at work. It was just like going there when I was little, but my mom wasn’t there to look at things with me, and my brother wasn’t there to take sleeping bags and test them out in the demo tents.
When I got home, Maralee was just leaving for the night. I was so worn out form the days adventures, that I crawled into bed, looking forward but nervously to the dreams which would fallow.
All day Sunday I worked at the harbor. It was the second and last day of the biggest sale of the year, so there were customers everywhere. I moved constantly, shelving items, cutting rope and finding the things that each person couldn’t seem to. My feet ached by four O’clock, which put an end to my seven-hour shift. Stopping at the Keep on the way home, I realized I’d had nothing but a few Peeps to eat, and some Orange juice. Joel and his roll-playing friends were kind enough to share their pizza with me, and I created my Pirate. She was unnamed, but first to be my female character of roll plays.
Finally home, I got a hold on Maralee and Bates. They and my brother and I went to the grocery store and had an incredibly difficult time locating the applesauce, which for some reason was stalked in the candy isle.
We retired to her house with the intentions of watching Maria Full of grace, but managing not to because of daylight savings time, and its’ hurrying us. We made plans to watch it Monday, and I drove my aching feet home, after a short detour to see that the marsh had raised so high that the culvert we’d canoed through the other day, was completely submerged.