Anyway, we navigated our clunky boats into the harbor (with a family foursome), but the wind picked up and in front of a island sandbar the combination of tide and wind let to little tiny whitecaps and our progress slowed to a snaillike pace. Grr. We chose to not go around a distant island as the crossing would have been agony, and instead tootled around in a quiet bay and looked at deer grazing on the island. W was having a grand old time in a kayak by himself, shooting ahead like an arrow, basically getting to know the machine; S and I were more leisurely. I do always like to poke around. We were all pretty creamed by the time we got back to the landing. I fell asleep instantly on the train; W and I wolfed down a big Indian dinner in Tooting then collapsed without a whole lot of conversation.
That said, more kayaking is definitely in store, and I'm expecting this is a summer where Awesome Will Happen. One thing that won't be happening is an instantaneous replacement for my roommate: only one person was free to look at it today (only 3 people have been in contact) and I don't think it was her style. Ah well. I'll keep at it.