May 31
...serving up your daily dish.
Sunday of Memorial Day Weekend, and the Barista is on a double duckie on the Youghiogheny River in Pennsylvania. This kayak trip down the Middle Yough is the centerpiece of the Memorial Day family reunion (other side of the family, you can be sure) and is billed thusly:
The ultimate family float trip is how most refer to the Middle Yough. Its calm and scenic Class I and II rapids are gentle enough for the young and enjoyable enough for the young at heart.
Hmmm. We saw it a little differently.
The
ultimatelast-ever family float trip is howmostwe now refer to the Middle Yough. Itscalm andscenic Class I and II rapids aregentleharrowing enough forthe youngthe Barista to lose her sense of humor for four straight hours andenjoyablethe nine-mile journey is enough exerciseforto cause blisters and COMPLETE MUSCLE FATIGUE in theyoung at heartmiddle-aged. You may especially enjoy the fact that after NO INSTRUCTION WHATSOEVER, you are launched into the Middle Yough with your 13-year-old nephew, and within seconds your boat turns around and you are heading downstream backwards because you don't know how to steer the thing. You discover that your lake kayaking skills are not only completely useless, you never had any; it becomes painfully apparent that until now every kayak you were ever in was really powered by your husband, who is now, unfortunately, in another duckie. For that special sense of invigoration, sit in REALLY COLD WATER for hours, and for that extra challenge, kayak against the wind the whole time. For special excitement, enjoy GETTING PINNED AGAINST A LARGE ROCK and watch your husband's cousin and his five-year-old daughter FALL INTO THE WATER trying to save you. FEEL UTTER DESPAIR as you try pushing your oar against the rock and discover THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING LEFT IN YOU. After you miraculously break free and get to the take-out point, climb onto dry land on wobbly legs and proceed to sob. Then learn that your 12-year-old son, who was ahead of you on a single duckie, FELL INTO THE WATER downstream from you, but LUCKILY HELD ONTO THE BOAT AND IS STILL ALIVE. Return to car, where four children will fight about food for an hour until all paperwork can be completed and you can begin 45-minute return trip to hotel. Sleep.
May 31, 2005 in Paranoia Beat | Permalink
See? If you had stayed in town, you would have attended a lovely party on Saturday afternoon and had your spirit nourished in the morning!
Posted by: sue | May 31, 2005 11:29:07 AM
You forgot the epilogue:
Awake refreshed, ready to file your class-action lawsuit.
Posted by: patrick | May 31, 2005 12:24:28 PM
And adding insult to injury . . . you coulda been at Yankee Stadium in pretty good seats watching the Bronx Bombers against the Boston Red Sox.
Then again, after the game was over, we felt kinda like you wrote, what with the outcome.
Posted by: Dean Landsman | May 31, 2005 6:45:09 PM
Nightmarish!! Next time, do like I do-- the "Jap" vacation-- nice hotel, no cooking, piles of novels, and perhaps a little paddling about the pool.
Posted by: latebloomer | May 31, 2005 9:15:49 PM
Barista, do you really call that a kayak?
Real kayaks you get thrown from, that thing you just slip off....
Posted by: Twinkle toes of Bloomfield Avenue | Jun 1, 2005 5:34:42 AM
Was the outfitter really Outward Bound? I'd be surprised, as they normally give you so much instruction beforehand that you might need to batter the instructor with your paddle just to get near the water.....
Posted by: Dogma | Jun 1, 2005 7:52:39 AM
No it wasn't Outward Bound. I was using poetic license in the headline.
Posted by: The Barista | Jun 1, 2005 8:51:50 AM
