Kayaking and Sleeping Under The Stars
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I am in the midst of a wonderful vacation with 6 fabulous, fun, adventurous women in the Adirondacks. We have a house on Lake Algonquin and we're here before the throngs of tourists arrive. It is perfect. We've been hiking, biking, and kayaking followed by wonderful evenings of bonding over good food and a few libations. I love and treasure this time with girl friends.
Two nights ago a friend and I began our kayak tour of the lake at 10 p.m. Not a sound anywhere except the swoosh of our paddles. The moon was about half full with just a few clouds. It was a little disorienting because the usual markers to know you are moving forward or sideways aren't there. So you have to trust your instincts.
We finished kayaking about 11:30 p.m. and set up to sleep under the stars at the back of the house. It's been awhile since I've done that (usually I'm in a tent) and I was a tad frightened. It seemed noisy with the sounds of night animals scurrying about. I couldn't help thinking I was the warmest body on the ground and would a snake seek out that heat and slither into my sleeping bag. Then I heard great plops in the water like someone was throwing in large rocks--I sat up and turned on my headlamp, but I couldn't see anything. it could have been a beaver, muskrat or otter. Earlier in the day I saw a mink swimming along the shoreline. The only sound I recognized was the deep bass of the bull frogs; it was very comforting. Eventually I fell asleep, but it took awhile to calm myself.
Tomorrow they are calling for rain; we could use a day of R&R.