I've gone out a few times in the last couple weeks, but if feels like far from enough, especially when I sit at my desk and see the occasional flash of a paddle blade out in the harbor, as well as the far more frequent sightings of car-topped kayaks going past on Main Street.
Brighid and I had a bumpy morning before the Lobster Boat Races, two weeks ago.
Todd and Bill and I took a pleasant excursion out to Merchant and Spruce one evening, and enjoyed a spectacular sunset as we returned. And then a few evenings ago, Todd and I took a quick, stolen hour away from all the other stuff we had to do, and went out to the ledges near Rock Island to practice rolling. This time, I rolled more than I missed, doing consecutive rolls once I "got it", and it felt pretty good.
And now tonight, as I sit in the gallery on a Saturday night with no one coming in, I realize I should have gone kayaking instead, Oh well; you never know.