Ryan loves boats. He can spend a solid hour at the marina watching men bring their boats in and out of the water. I try to keep him out of the way as he runs up and down the docks to get as close as possible to the point where the truck’s trailer meets the hull of the ship. Last month some friendly idiot actually let Ryan drive his boat; he did pretty well steering, and was psyched for the opportunity to chase geese from on the water.
Doesn’t it look peaceful without Ryan:
|Stolen from Instagram @ScootAndPadde|
I put the boy in the front seat so I could keep an eye on him. This was prudent.
After half a mile or so, we turned around and passed between the pilings of a defunct dock. We rowed past Walnut Beach, crowded with families and fishermen. Ryan was quite taken with some teenagers who were jumping off a dock over and over again. He was so focused on them he didn’t even notice when he was garroted by a fishing line I hadn’t seen in time to avoid.
The waves were strong enough that if I briefly stopped rowing our kayak would turn 90 degrees or more and it would take considerable effort to get back on course. Between the waves and Ryan’s lack of cooperation, we didn’t get very far in our hour. If we had wanted to row out to someplace worth exploring, we would have needed to spring for at least the half-day rental agreement, but I doubt Ryan’s patience for this activity would have lasted that long.
The takeaway: Ryan likes looking at boats and riding in boats, but don’t expect him to help row.