....which is why my crazy husband decided that we should go kayaking. It didn't seem like a bad idea to me, and I thought I'd be a sport about it.
First there was the wetsuit challenge. I hate pulling on a wetsuit, and once it's on I look like a bowling pin and fell squished in places that one should not be squished in.
Worst luck, I asked DH if he was putting on his wet suit also, and he already had it on and the ass was baggy. Baggy!!! in a wet suit!!! What kind of guy is he to be so mean as to have a baggy assed wet suit. Okay, I got over that.
Then we loaded up the car, and I started to realize that I was cool, actually kinda cold but figured I'd keep up with the good sport thing.
We went to our usual river and it was totally frozen, no big surprise. We thought there would be a channel in the middle but no luck. Okay, by this time I'm thinking we'll never get onto the water and I'm starting to relax. We checked out a few more places and they were frozen also , or there was no car parking.
Then we went to the Devil Landing - over my protests. I have never launched from that site without getting wet and I wasn't in the mood to get wet today. DH promised I wouldn't get wet so I agreed to try.
He did get me into the water without much wetness, just the tips of my fingers. We had a nice paddle, and I stayed warm, but you could tell it was cold out. Just look at that clear blue sky. and that brave running water
We had a good paddle, chopped thru some ice, but no real problems. We turned around after about 2 hours and paddled back. By time time, I'm getting very tired, and was not my usual coordinated graceful self hence, when I went to get out of the kayak....
I fell into the freezing cold, maybe just above freezing water. Over backwards, like a turtle, floundering around. Mr Sympathy was laughing so hard that I got furious, which actually helped me get up and out of the water and stomping back to the car to change clothes. But oh, was I cold! My teeth were chattering and I stripped as fast as I could to get my warmies on. Mr Laughing-so-hard was a tiny bit worried and turned on the car so I could get warm but I wouldn't even grace him with a smile. I pouted all the way home, (not really but I felt like doing just that) but am ready for bed now - tired and a bit sore after a fairly strenuous day on the river.
I keep asking myself - wouldn't I rather be inside baking cookies? At the time the answer is YES! When I reflect...I'm glad we did the excursion...I think I'm glad.