Paddlin'

To beat the heat this afternoon, we decided to try out those stand-up paddle boards that came with our vacation rental. They were pulled up into the woods above the little sandy beach about a quarter mile from the house, so we hiked over there, launched them, and sit-paddled around the point to our calm little cove where we could perfect our stand-up technique. 

The dogs were, of course, thrilled, especially Rosie, who never left the water once the SUPs arrived. Lucy must have remembered her brief kayaking excursions on Lake Champlain three summers ago because she waded into the water and stepped aboard as soon as I drew near enough. For the most part, she was a good passenger, sitting tall and still and leaning on my legs when I stood. We did have a few capsizes, but they were mainly because the other dogs distracted one or the other of us. 

We were able to paddle over to get a close look at a heron and a rail as they waded on the shore, and Lucy appreciated that, especially when the heron squawked raucously and flew away. After a couple of hours, we paddled back around to the beach, with Lucy as a lookout the whole way. "We like your dog!" shouted the kids on the dock across the cove as we paddled by.

"Thanks!" I shouted back. "I like her, too!"