It's been windy, but today we got a chance to paddle around the island. As we were taking the boats off our car, a man walked over from a nearby RV. "I have to ask you a question," he said. "So what do you do out there in your kayaks?"
We told the man we like to hike, but that kayaking gives you a different perspective on nature. We told him about seeing herons flying low and right over our heads, about squirrels that jumped to floppy branches just inches from our elbows, about being in the middle of dozens of black coots that run along the water before they lift into the air.
Guess that wasn't productive enough. "So do you fish?" he asked.
No we don't. We just paddle and look, paddle and look, paddle and look. Take some photos. Paddle and look. Later -- long after the man had returned to his RV and we'd completed our paddle -- Jim and I started joking about what we could do while kayaking, but don't. Listen to the radio. Knit. Read. Drink beer. Throw fire crackers. The options are endless.
|Jim about to go under US-95 on the Spokane River.|
|Along the river were lots of little inlets and lots of big greenery. Near here we saw a couple with dogs; one of the dogs ran out in the water and chased Bev. First time that's happened.|
|On the Spokane River: Ducks to the left, Jim to the right.|