At 33 years old, I took my very first ever canoe trip with my hubby and some friends of ours Saturday. Hilarity ensued. It really was a lot of fun. I was bound and determined NOT to flip over. My determination paid off as we never flipped but hubby got tired of me screeching for him to “STEER!!” and “Be the Rudder!” He was sitting in the back of the canoe so where we went was primarily determined by him. He took great joy (as I found out later) into slamming us into a couple rocks (boulders really) and trees. Apprently my screeching was getting on his nerves and slamming us into things made him feel a little better. For your enjoyment, we have photographs of our excursion:
I’m sure we looked totally goofy but we had a really great time. We’re already talking about going again next month.