"Hi. My name is Dean and I am a kayakoholic..."
"For me, it all started back in June of 2008..." (sniff, sniff, sob)
"It's okay Dean. You're among friends here. Take your time."
This morning I put my garbage out and it was quite chilly. I went out to my shed and got the city-imposed mandatory net to put over the garbage at then end of the driveway. There was Jenny. I swear she winked at me. I avoided eye contact and went back in the house.
I figured I'd have a cup of tea and find my sweater. Surf the internet; check my e-mails. Then the desire began to come over me. Poor thing; out in the shed half the winter... I knew I should not have glanced at her when I was out there. Temptress.
I could go for just one little paddle. Just one won't hurt a bit.
I e-mailed a couple of the guys to let them know I was gonna be at St. Philips in an hour's time if anyone was interested. Only Terry showed up.
We had a good bit of pack ice around the last while. Most of it is gone now, but there were enough remnants of it left around between St. Philips and Portugal Cove to make the paddle enjoyable.
... and a little video clip...
Well, what can I say about this little stumble on my road to kayak sobriety? I guess I'll start going to meetings again and start all over. See if it sticks this time.