Kayaking the Everglades, part 1
January 7, 2011 3 Comments
As everyone knows, the best part of the holiday season is finding ways to avoid your family. Going to kayak in the Everglades over Christmas is an excellent way to avoid your family. They can’t call to complain you aren’t home because there’s no way to reach you. Awesome. Since Troy is always trying to kill me, it’s important to clarify that this trip was my idea. I had envisioned quietly gliding through still waters in this this gothic, romantic moss-draped swamp a la Interview with the Vampire. Not so much.
This is what you get in the Everglades:
The water is not very deep and, in most places, the water we trekked through was only two to three feet deep. Of course, since I am graceless and flunked my deportment class in charm school as a young child, I took a header into the swamp leaving me wet and smelling like a wookie. I have always longed to be an impecccably dressed and composed outdoorswoman like Karen Blixen who can trek, camp and cook a gourmet meal on the fire while mingling with the natives, but it’s just not in the cards for someone like me. The day someone exclaims “that woman is just amazing on the trail” is the day you know the aliens have arrived and started body snatching. Troy had to come rescue me which was extra annoying. Troy claims he is invincible in the woods, and points out he never flipped over. Seriously, after 12 years, I can’t believe I haven’t stabbed him in his sleep.
I had my chance to feed him to the local wildlife, but they were very uncooperative:
All rivers eventually end in the bay and here’s your moment of zen for this very chilly January day.