If you drove around the little town we now call home, you might notice something about most of the houses. First, there would be a Subaru. I'm totally not kidding here. Pretty much everyone has one and after a month or so of driving ours along the rutted, dusty roads, I understand why. And also why most of them are used. And dirty. Because why drive a nice, new, clean car where it's just going to get muddy and rusty, right?
So. the Subaru we have. But the other thing that almost everyone has tucked under their deck or wedged between the garage and the house or hanging in carport or strapped to the roof of their (Subaru) car, is some kind of canoe or kayak or paddleboard.
Funny story, about the paddleboards, by the way. Paddleboarding is like surfing, on a lake, with a paddle. The first time we saw paddleboarding in action, it was a guy with a huge, frizzy grey beard way across the lake and, due to the sunlight (and us not knowing about paddleboarding in the first place) we couldn't see the board. Just a guy. Walking on water. No joke.
Anyhoo, after almost five weeks of watching everyone else canoe, paddleboard and kayak, we finally, finally found ourselves a nice, used canoe and spent all of Saturday puttering around the lake on it. Bliss. The kids caught a bucket full of fish, I read, Will pried a lot of hooks out of fish mouths (must remember to get barb-less hooks this afternoon) and we only quit because the sun went down.