The sun’s rays filtered through the canopy, the birds singing in the early hours of the morning. Surprisingly, Peter and Jessie got up before us, eager to start.
Before long, we were all tandem kayaking as a family. We got our strokes synchronized and moved with ease out into the cove, waving at those swimming at Camp Branch Beach and those on stand-up paddleboards.
“I think I’m going to try that tomorrow,” I called to Rick seated in the other kayak with Jessie.
“And I’ll rent another kayak so I can paddle along beside you and get a picture when you fall,” he teased while splashing me with his oar and totally messing with our rhythm.
The two hours passed quickly, but not before the muscles in my abdomen began to complain. That meant I was using the right muscles. Yay me!
After a quick lunch back at the trailer, we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon at the Camp Branch Park swim beach. I immediately lost myself in my book as my husband splashed with the kids in the water. Relaxing on the beach was exactly what I needed after paddling all morning. The warm sun was comforting, and soon I let myself drift off into a well-deserved nap.
Before long, it was time for dinner. Stomachs were rumbling.
“I want a hamburger,” Jessie announced.
Chicken, hot dogs, steak and lots of salad fixings filled our trailer refrigerator, but no hamburger or buns. Then, a mom on a beach towel not far away saved the day.