Are we having fun yet?

Twelve of us in ten boats were paddling the Atlantic shoreline near Canso, Nova Scotia.

We’d navigated through rocky inlets, shoals, surf, the wind’s wanton shifting in direction and velocity; schlepped gear to where we could find suitable camping spots. We had been soaked by rain.

Yes, we were having fun – responding to whatever with humour and we can do this. We even had music, thanks to our disc jockey paddler and his solar panels. A definite bonus for re-charging soggy spirits too!

Our time spent on the water searching for this beach was well worth it!

On day five of our seven-day plan the directive to pull off the water came on short notice, but wasn’t a big surprise.  

Our group had split up that morning. Some went exploring on the water, others took a hike – everyone planning to be back and spend the afternoon enjoying the beach where we’d set up the night before.

Trying to see the phone screen: where on the trail are we?!

The hikers, soaked by rain (good-bye sunshine), arrived back at camp first. We coaxed damp wood into flames and started erecting tarps over tents and the cooking station, planning to create a welcome atmosphere for the paddlers’ return. Trying to get dry and stay warm by our struggling fire, we received the cell phone message: the wind is increasing, break camp asap and load your boats. We were aborting the trip, and the quicker the execution the better. With eyes on the weather this made good sense; the paddlers were out there pushing hard to get back to camp; we all were a bit weary with wet gear and the physical demands of this trip. But an early tear-down right now? It took a few disheartening minutes to process. We wondered, did we understand the message correctly? We had planned a two-night camp here. The night before we had settled in having fun and creating a comfy space with food and gear scattered about.

Our homey spot gave us a good time, but a short one.

We talked our way through the sudden change in plans as we got into action. Tearing down those wet tarps we’d just tied into place; stuffing gear into bags and then into cargo holds; splitting a beer instead of packing it out. By the time the paddlers came back we were well in motion and could help them pack up.

By late afternoon we made our final launch: in our tightest formation of the trip. Navigator, a lead kayak, two side-guard vessels flanking the main group, and a sweep ensuring all boats were accounted for. We safely rocked and rolled the swells to Black Duck Cove, a day-use provincial path with trails, a boardwalk and canteen, a parking lot where one of our vehicles was parked.

For the second time that day, our group split up. Some got busy with the trip’s final schlepping of the gear. I won’t guess the distance or laps from shoreline to parking lot – there were many steps each way. Eventually, the boats empty, we splayed ourselves amongst the gear we’d dropped on the grass and deck of the canteen – which, had it been open, would have pulled in a whack of business!

The others left to fetch vehicles from other locations along the coast. And to deliver a thank you message with a bottle to the Munro’s, who had portaged our crafts earlier in the trip, saving us a couple hours of hard labour!

Portaging instead of accessing the canal waterway: who knew it was closed for new bridge construction?!

It was nearly dark by the time we were all together again, now the empty boats had to be moved from the water’s edge to the parking lot.

Among the ten vessels were five single kayaks, one tandem kayak, three pedal-driven kayaks (kind of like these but different) and one custom-made, pedal-driven boat that I can’t define or name but holds a LOT of stuff. And because it is wooden and heavy, needs to be moved carefully using foam rollers. Back and forth we went. Thankfully we had a two-wheeler gadget for the kayaks, and finally – in the dark, hurrah for headlamps! – our combined energy and robust spirits got the job done.

Typically after a trip like this, having fun playing hard, this group winds up with a celebratory meal at a restaurant. Not this time, even if we could have found a place still open. Some of us were driving home, some were planning to find accommodations along the way. We were wiped, but some hadn’t eaten for hours; we covered a picnic table with food dumped from the bags we’d left at a cache. Cheese, tortillas, peanut butter, sausage, avocados, chocolate treats – you name it – whatever we found for energy to safely drive to our night’s destination. We were so done physically: it was a celebration supper but one that likely (hopefully) will never be repeated!

Sometimes I’m asked, “what makes you keep showing up for adventures you know will be challenging physically and mentally, probably with some serious discomfort, even potential for injury?”

I ask myself that question too and I did especially before this kayak trip. I had an intuition it would go differently than planned. It was strong enough that I considered discussing it with the trip organizer. I’d feel awful, even negligent, if something really terrible happened. Yet the only basis I could pin for this premonition was paddling shores near open ocean; we’d done similar trips before without incident. In the end, only my journal and God were the wiser for my wondering. I came to rest with it and shifted my angst to curiosity, what kind of adventure was on our horizon?

We alI had a good dose of adventure, including the open-door culture-hospitality of a fisherman’s shack. It wasn’t five-star but what was available when we couldn’t find any place to pitch all our tents.

I would have missed so much had I not shown up for this trip.

Learning from people’s leadership and experience to read the signs, and knowing when it’s time to pull away from something.

Testing my physical resilience alongside wet gear, paddling through swells (exhilarating!), the thrill of belonging to this energetic and amiable group.

Watching my mates’ ingenuity for problem-solving, inspiring me to try new and difficult stuff.

My intuition was right. The trip went differently than planned.

We had fun. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.

With love and a nudge to go find your fun!

xo, Karen

PS Credits for several photos to Catherine MacRae (tent-mate and adventurer-friend both on and off the water) and my other mates whom I may have missed.

2 Comments on “Are we having fun yet?

  1. I’m excited to adventure with you next week but really trust your intuition is feeling a whole different story for our group of four “sole sisters”. Let’s see what I’ve got in me?!


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