Journey into Great Lent (Day 21): A Debt of Gratitude
I am sorry for not writing something more profoundly religious. But, I have been ignoring my original blog for way too long. I am sure one of the great church fathers or mothers suggest that saying, “Thank You,” is a good thing to do.
There wasn’t a kayak yard like it anywhere. Yeah, you could pick up one from big box chain store from some high school kid that thinks a blade is something to shave with. And I know of one dealer with a great reputation and mind boggling selection. But, the shop isn’t located where customers aren’t free to try before they buy. This yard was located on a small cove of an expansive salt marsh giving rookie paddlers a calm place to learn new skills and veteran kayakers access to the Chesapeake Bay. The owners also lead guided tours in a few choice locations in their water encircled county. A simple red barn with a zillion fiddler crabs scurrying around roto-molded plastic and Kevlar composite hulls ready and waiting for adventures. This was Bay Trails Outfitters.
There was nowhere else I was going to buy my first kayak. The owner, Shawn Towne…
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