Row Row Row - Passport Diaries

I thought it an ill omen that “row” (sounds like “bow” or “toe”) can also be row (sounds like “bow” or “cow”).

You may recall we were not particularly successful at sailing together. (“What kind of problems were yall having out there?” Our sailing teacher asked everyone pulling onto the sand. “Marital,” was our answer.)

Well THIS story has a surprise ending: we are flawless canoe partners. I’ll wait a moment to let that shock wear off.

Isaac rode in the canoe over to the boat ramp. He loved that. The moment the front end touched the water, however, he lost it and had a total freak out. “I want to go back! I don’t want to go in the water! We’re going to flip!” We did not flip, thankfully. Eventually he calmed down enough to whine, “it’s time to go back?” every 23 seconds until we actually headed back, at which time he said he did not want to go back. Of course.

Anyway, we paddled around for over an hour and a half. Eloise fell asleep in the bow. We found a dead crab. We practiced canoeing through wickets and stuff. We canoed across the Lafayette River and rowed around the grassy inlets, admiring the waterfront houses. Then we saw two snakes, which might have been water rodents of some kind, and then Eloise woke up and sat happily in the bow while Isaac splashed his arm in the water.

Storm clouds gathered and the wind picked up, so we paddled as fast as we could back to the boat ramp.

Everybody took GREAT naps. Thank you, Megan, for letting us test run your canoe! We will be investing in one ASAP.