In past 7 days, I have both kayaked and tubed for the first time in my life. Memorial Day weekend, we rented a house on a cove off the Narragansett Bay and after spending one day staring at the two kayaks tied up to our dock, we threw caution to the wind, put on the lifejackets, and got in.
Yesterday, we drove up with 5 other families to Helen, Georgia, hiked to Anna Ruby Falls, then tubed down the Chattahoochee River.
In my 38 years, I have never done water sports. I think I’ve canoed once in my life, but I don’t even recall when that might have been. I’ve never jet skied or water skied. I’ve never used a boogie board. I snorkled once, on my honeymoon in Hawaii, but only because I could touch the ground with my fingertips. Despite growing up by a river, I’ve been on a boat maybe once or twice. And despite being so close, I’ve never gone whitewater rafting.
A big part of this is because I don’t swim. I learned when I was a kid, and though I can still float, I really don’t swim at all. But in the next year or so, when two of my three kids are finished with swimming lessons, I’m going to sign myself up. Because– wow– being in the water is a wonderful thing. I’ve never had so much fun.