On Sunday Geoff and I went kayaking in Puget Sound. It was the most beautiful Sunday all year on Vashon. Geoff reserved a two-person kayak at a public park. Since we had to wait half an hour for the boat to be returned for us, we walked a trail in the park. Time for conversation with Geoff.
As we paddled out from the launch site, this is what we saw:
I was in front, Geoff was behind me.
More shots from the kayak:
There were lots of boats out there–lovely sailboats and raucous, obnoxious speedboats and jet skis.
We had constantly to be adjusting our position to face into wakes. Sometimes there were wakes coming from two directions. It was not the right time to be kayaking on Puget Sound. We were totally inhibited by the dominant motor boats.
Returning, we beached the kayak at the park launching site.
Although the paddling was rough, it was great to be out on the water and to be one-on-one with Geoff.
I cannot kayak at this facility. Kayaks are available only on weekends after 9:00 a.m. As you know, I want to be on the water at daybreak, when it’s still and quiet. I’m told that I need to work out some kind of arrangement with owners of kayaks to be able to use their boats when I want to. I’ll have to connect and network and get into the Vashon community where that kind of informal sharing and exchanging among individuals, without a mediating entity such as the park service being involved.
To do that, I would have to live here. That’s what I’m considering, as I’m here. Can I live here and be free of the symptoms I experience at Charlestown? Could I totally recover?
Today I looked at an apartment that is over the garage of the owners–separate from their very large and elegant house. It is a large and elegant apartment with a magnificent view of the Sound. The property is on the waterfront, and the owners’ neighbors have kayaks.