"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why." -Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Circumnavigus Interuptus
June 11
I paddled as hard as I could, almost, but the sun and heat won. And the kayak, not much of a boat, tracked poorly and wallowed like a pig. But the water was lovely and the sea was calm. I did not come close to a proper circumnavigation; even in a real sea kayak, it would have been a serious challenge.
But I own that boat for 24 hours. Cost? 5 American bucks. Gonna paddle south when the sun gets a little lower.
You know that feeling when you are so coated with grime - the sweat and the sunscreen and the salt and the peeling skin - and it seems like nothing you do will ever make you clean, and everything you have is coated with salt and dirt. I feel profoundly dirty. I love the sea but it coats everything and then slowly eats it alive.
Wait, as I sit in my room overlooking the water, I see that another patron is paddling off with my boat! The outrage! I better go investigate.
--M. Lee
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