With the beginnings of November in full force, I find myself fighting an annual depression. Some people suffer from SAD but I’m not so concerned about a lack of sunlight as much as a lack of liquid water. I was told last year that kayaking over an extremely thin layer of ice, say 1 mm, sounds like windchimes and I should go out for an early morning paddle when I know the layer is on. So I naively set out to hear the sounds and after putting my rather new fiberglass boat into the water, began to paddle toward the ice. I don’t know what it sounds like when a ship runs into an iceberg or even when a car runs into a guardrail, but I think the sound of kayak on ice comes pretty close. So my fun and games are coming to an end pretty soon, and I’ll be relegated to my two local kayak clubs and their pool sessions. Yes, geeking out is the norm.
Now it’s time to drag out the snowboard and skis and pretend I’m 15 again.
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