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| - | ==== Our special Saturday paddle...... ==== | ||
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| - | **Larry Goolsby** \\ | ||
| - | 04/07/07 #2737 | ||
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| - | Reivers and I were going to blow off our typical Saturday morning\\ | ||
| - | paddle in favor of crossing the border and joining forces with our\\ | ||
| - | northern neighbors for a jaunt around Bowen Island. By mid-week, I\\ | ||
| - | had even talked Heather into joining us. The whole event looked like\\ | ||
| - | it was going to happen until I invited Shaun. Shaun is a great guy\\ | ||
| - | and the world's best double's partner but whenever you get him to\\ | ||
| - | commit to a road trip, he usually succeeds at altering the planned\\ | ||
| - | chain of events. While I was at work on Friday night, little did I\\ | ||
| - | know that Reivers was on his deathbed with an STD he picked up while\\ | ||
| - | eating peanuts and watching an in-flight movie while returning from\\ | ||
| - | Denver (don't ask me how you get an STD from peanuts). Meanwhile,\\ | ||
| - | Shaun was convincing Heather that a trip north was going to be an all\\ | ||
| - | day thing (which is correct) and the two of them decided that a long\\ | ||
| - | paddle early on Saturday from Marine Park would be more fitting. By\\ | ||
| - | the time I found out that my 3 comrades had deserted me, I started\\ | ||
| - | getting really nervous about crossing the border by myself. The route\\ | ||
| - | that we were going to take around Bowen would have had us crossing\\ | ||
| - | the ferry lines on several occasions and the B.C. Ferries were known\\ | ||
| - | to run over entire yacht clubs (seen it happen on TV). So I opted out\\ | ||
| - | of the Bowen trip and joined forces at 8 am on Saturday with Heather\\ | ||
| - | and Shaun.\\ | ||
| - | The weather was great with an overcast sky and warm temps so we\\ | ||
| - | headed west to circle Vendovi Island before going to Govornor's Point\\ | ||
| - | and then returning home (19.5 miles). Shortly after leaving shore,\\ | ||
| - | Shaun and Heather started talking and this went on non-stop for the\\ | ||
| - | next 3 and 1/2 hours. They were gabbing like two teenage girls hopped\\ | ||
| - | up on chocolate at their first sleepover. Every once in awhile I\\ | ||
| - | couldn't tolerate the non-stop chatter so I would pull ahead to get\\ | ||
| - | out of ear shot and then one of them would bring up some juicey\\ | ||
| - | gossip and they would reel me back in. I now know more crap about\\ | ||
| - | Brandon than even Brandon knows. This constant flow of girl talk was\\ | ||
| - | making me a little nervous because Shaun is my doubles partner and I\\ | ||
| - | thought I knew which way his gate swung when the wind was blowing.\\ | ||
| - | Why just the day before this, we had paddled out to Eliza Island in\\ | ||
| - | our double and Shaun 'accidently' made a movie of me peeing when he\\ | ||
| - | was supposed to be photographing the vistas from the island. This\\ | ||
| - | would make even the most macho hetero nervous. So the three of us\\ | ||
| - | were paddling out to Vendovi and Shaun tells us that Vendovi is a\\ | ||
| - | privately owned island that is watched by a caretaker because the\\ | ||
| - | actual owners couldn't handle the chatter from kayakers that didn't\\ | ||
| - | know how to shut up (go figure, I was about ready to go postal by\\ | ||
| - | now). So as we rounded the island (which was posted 'No Trespassing'\\ | ||
| - | every 50 feet), we decided to pull up to a secluded beach and make a\\ | ||
| - | necessary pit stop. Heather was the first one to hit shore and head\\ | ||
| - | for the woods and quickly located one of the spy cameras mounted on\\ | ||
| - | the 'No trespassing' sign. In clear view of the camera, she dropped\\ | ||
| - | her trousers and before she could pull them back up, we heard the\\ | ||
| - | roar of the caretakers landing craft coming around the corner. He was\\ | ||
| - | on us like stink on dog poo. Shaun and I were still standing in the\\ | ||
| - | water when he arrived to point out that we were trespassing on a\\ | ||
| - | private island and that we should continue on with our trip. Heather\\ | ||
| - | and I started re-packing (what is there to repack on a ski?), but\\ | ||
| - | before we knew it, Shaun had made small talk with 'Bill' the\\ | ||
| - | caretaker and now Bill wanted to know if we would come up to the\\ | ||
| - | house where they monitored the spy cameras and have a cup of coffee\\ | ||
| - | with him and his missus. Shaun and I wanted to follow him back but\\ | ||
| - | Heather declined the offer out of fear that we would get to see the\\ | ||
| - | recorded video of her dropping her pants which tipped the caretaker\\ | ||
| - | of our location and intentions. So we bid Bill farewell and continued\\ | ||
| - | on towards Govornor's Point. The chatter never let up all the way\\ | ||
| - | back to the mainland and each time I tried to pull away for some\\ | ||
| - | peace and quiet, another tidbit of gossip would arise and I would be\\ | ||
| - | sucked back into the vortex of girl talk. Despite the endless stream\\ | ||
| - | of banter, this was the 'easiest' near 20 mile paddle that I had ever\\ | ||
| - | done. For the first time ever, my ears hurt more than my butt.\\ | ||
| - | Larry G. | ||
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