I can’t wait to own my own kayak one day, and to sit it on a little kayak rack on top of my car… I’d drive down to the river (that’s hopefully right by my little future house) and just spend afternoons drifting.
The following is what I’d call a perfect day. Cleveland kayaking means driving down to Camp Hi in Hiram, getting single kayaks with a bunch of friends and lazily kayaking for 3 or 4 hours down the Cuyahoga River. We pack peanut butter jelly sandwiches (and sometimes cider!) and try to anchor ourselves on submerged tree branches when it’s time for a lunchtime break. Warmer days used to mean jumping into the water to swim, but ever since we took a moment to think about how the Cuyahoga River once caught on fire we stopped doing that. Towards the end of the ride we pass by the riverside houses, which sometimes have giant inflatable thingies that we try not to hurt ourselves on (but sometimes it can’t be helped). And of course we always ask for permission. There are “rapids” near the end, so try not to leave anything behind on the giant inflatable things so that you don’t have to kayak back upstream. Top it all off with a trip to Blazin Bill’s for dinner, or maybe a spontaneous pie-ing of a good friend =)