So there we were, kayaking for the first time on day #1 of our
recent vacation to Jamaica... You might be thinking to yourself,
"Awesome, that sounds like a blast." To which I respond, "HAH!" Our
excursion may have been fun if there weren't two captains trying to
control the kayak (I still contend that my way, was the right way). Fortunately,
the majority of the time, my husband and I work very well together
as a team; he's apples and I'm peanut butter, we complement each
other. He is the mellow, laid-back, easy-going type 'B' to my
overly anxious, obsessive, neurotic type 'A.' Our balance is
USUALLY impeccable. However, all good things must come to an end...
Alright, not to an end… but, they must be rattled every now and
then so that the good times can truly be valued and appreciated. At
least that's my story and I'm stickin' to it (queue Collin Raye's
country tune of the same moniker).
So, we're kayaking. I row, he rows, I splash him every time my
paddle hits the water, and he tells me I'm doing it all wrong. The
splashing may, or may not have been accidental. I'll let you
decide. Instead of appreciating the beautiful scenery of crystal
clear water, an assortment of non-scary aquatic life (a.k.a. an
assortment of the shark-free kind), and lush greenery surrounding
the ocean paradise, we were not enjoying our kayaking experience
and decided to bring the ship in. Apparently two people in one boat
trying to move in opposite directions isn't that much fun…
Upon our return to shore, the water made a turn for the rough.
We didn't think much of it as we kept moving toward our goal: get
off the ship, never dual kayak again… deal? Deal! We were a few
feet short of the shore, when out of nowhere a wave broke and
flipped the kayak on top of us. We arose from the wreckage bloodied
and bruised, but more importantly, AMUSED. Thankfully neither of us
embarrasses easily, as that part of the beach was heavily populated
with other vacationers. As the resort staff retrieved the wreckage
and made sure we didn't want to sue, we bowed and made our exit
(not before first stopping for a photo).
Bloodied (although, minor) from colliding with the boat and
stray coral, we headed back to our room to clean the wounds. A
kayak roll-over is not the type of thing you expect or plan for
when packing for a tropical resort trip (no longer the case)… My
options were limited. So, we cleaned the areas as best we could
with soap and water and then I remembered, I hadn't come totally
unprepared! I had Calagel® in my bag. Over the years, I had finally
learned to pack some with me after being eaten alive by mosquitoes
on trips past. Not just for poison ivy and mosquito bites,
folks; Calagel is a maximum strength anti-itch gel, a first aid
antiseptic, and a skin protectant. A well-deserved pat-on-my-own
back was given as a reward for my righteous discovery!
In the end, we decided that paddle boarding was a much better
fit for us, as we could each be the captain of our own ship.
Until next time…
Live life. Get outdoors!