(May 18) Outing #5

On Sunday, May 18, we're in no rush. I had more beers that usual. Saturday night's DVD, No Reservations, started late (hence 2 before) and was interrupted several times so it ran longer than usual (hence 3 during). Hmmm. New aerobic exercise isn't going to help reduce the belly if the caloric intake doesn't decrease.

We get out smoothly. It's actually windier than the day before, but we venture forth - gotta get a handle on whether we can handle it or not. ;-)

With the lesson learned from the day before, I'm not pushing so hard with my legs on the drive. We get into a routine quickly and are back and forth in the new cove. The cove is the headwater for the lake. Buffalo Creek comes in here. On one turn, I'm thinking we're doing fine but all of a sudden ... whoops! There's the sandbar right on us. "Stop thinking! Keep oaring right" Kathleen hollers. Fortunately, it's not rocks and we aren't bow in like we were in outing #2. Our right side oars a digging into the sand as we keep moving around but we get re-oriented and are back out into deeper water in no time. Back to back-and-forth and back-and-forth. It's very pretty back here. Steep hills with big houses built up high and nice roofed docks, lake walls, sitting areas, etc.

Kathleen has choice words for the jet ski riders that zoom past us. We discover that their wakes really aren't a problem for us. Boat wakes are much more noticable. We just have to make sure the jet skiers don't run into us.

As we are moving along, Kathleen and I "discuss" the synchronization of our strokes. I think our height difference is a factor. I'm six inches taller. It seems like my stroke will swing across a wider angle since I can reach farther on the catch and extend farther on the release. My efforts to use twigs to show this, after we're done, don't impress Kathleen much. Maybe I am full of sh*t.

After a better day, we return and have another smooth entry into the access ramp. We realize we don't have to be weenies about the wind. It won't deter us again. Woo-hoo! Now storms are still a different matter.