Stayed in the Boat

Bull Shoals Lake in Mountain Home, AR
was great fun.
Our kayak class of ten was
well-behaved
because nobody drowned.

Kayaks are fun
except when a granddaddy long-legs is in the boat with you.
But he and I both survived.

I learned the forward stroke,
the backward stroke,
the side stroke,
the turn-around stroke,
and I didn't have a stroke.

 I can't remember when I have had a day
that didn't require any official or unofficial work
and was all play.

 But this day was just that.

I drank in the sunshine,

the colors,

the warmth (but not too hot at all!),

the texture and coolness of water
(I didn't actually drink the water),

the animals of a protected park,

and the varieties of people participating.

Vitamin D fed me
along with joy
along with laughter
along with doing something outta the box.

A day on the lake in Mountain Home brought back a really unusual feeling, and then I identified what it was. It felt like Tennessee to me.

It felt like home.

 

 

  

My pink water shoes are washed and dried now.
Along with my other clothes that enjoyed the lake.

And those white legs?
Well they've got a bit more sun
and don't require spray-on
bottled tan.

Grateful for kayaking--my new-found sport and enjoyment.