When I lived by the ocean, I used to go kayaking several times a week. I had two kayaks and even built a customized trailer to haul them around. When I moved to the desert, I got rid of my kayaks and all the accessories.
But here in Nevada, I actually have access to a lake less than 10 minutes away. I’ve joined a “country club” for the summer and they offer kayaks for free as part of the membership. This morning I went kayaking for the first time in 15 years or so.
I was really nervous about getting on the water again: new place, unknown equipment, and a body that is 15 years older. I was also afraid that the experience couldn’t live up to the joyous memories I had from years past.
I needn’t have done all that fretting: I had a glorious time this morning. I spent a half hour paddling and can’t wait to go back and do it again.
Paddling in northern California years ago required dressing for a possible dunking in cold water. Here the sun is the main source of worry: I have to completely cover up or I’ll be seeing my dermatologist even more often than I already do. Hence this très chic outfit:
Tuples and Attributes 