Hi! It's me again. I decided you all
would like to hear about my day. Okay, so I decided to tell you all
about my day whether you want to hear about it or not. (It was
actually yesterday, but I'll call it today.)
I started the day literally
slapping myself in the face in bed about 6:30 in the morning because
I had forgotten to retrieve my kayak paddle and dirty blanket from
Sweet Char's trunk before taking it to the mechanic last night. It
was kind of important since I was going kayaking with my friend,
Rachel.
“It's okay,” I thought, “After
my Paul Mitchell class at work, I'll drive to the mechanic's, get the
stuff out of Sweet Char's trunk, and then meet Rachel and Jake.”
The latter was going to drive us up river so we could leave our
vehicles at the landing where we planned to stop. It was a perfect
plan. I would even have time to take care of my Kombucha tea and get
the mushrooms out before I left.
Only problem was, the color class
went over and I ended up giving a haircut towards the end, so that I
was leaving my house when I should have been arriving. I called Jake
and tried to catch him so that he wouldn't make the trip and be
waiting on me, but I couldn't get a hold of him. I first went to the
landing where poor Rachel had been waiting for nearly an hour. Part
of it was because I was late, and the other part was because she had
been very early. She said Jake had come around and she explained to
him the situation, so at least he wasn't waiting around. Thanking
her, I headed off to the mechanic's where Sweet Char was done getting
new back shocks.
I consciously prepped myself ahead
of time to pull the trunk lever and not the gas cap cover so I
wouldn't look like a ninny who forgot her kayak paddle and couldn't
even open the trunk. So guess what happened?
That's right. I looked like a
ninny who forgot her kayak paddle and couldn't even open the trunk.
The helpful mechanic reached in and pulled the correct lever for me.
Whatever.
Taking my dad's truck with my
kayak, Sweet Pepper, I went back to the landing and met up with
Rachel. We left my dad's truck at the landing, and drove ourselves
and both kayaks up to where we wanted to put in. We put in at the
Lockport Bridge and then braved the raging rapids of the Tiffin
River.
It's not that the rapids in the
Tiffin are necessarily raging or even that there are rapids on the
Tiffin, but there sure are a heck of a lot of log jams and those have
to count for something. Rachel and I portaged over most of them as
taking the kayaks around on land was rather muddy, full of
mosquitoes, and not nearly as fun. The mosquitoes had quite a feast
today, I must say.
We kayaked for about two hours
until we came to the landing where my dad's truck was parked. All too
late, I realized that I had locked my keys in Rachel's truck. Rats.
Rachel was a good sport and rather
fond of walking so that's what we did. We started the walk and once
we got on the road that led straight to where we parked, we got up
enough nerve to hitchhike. Yes, that's right. Hitchhike.
If you have followed my blog, then
you know that I almost did it last summer but chickened out. Now I had
someone else with me, so I figured we'd have more of chance of
staying alive and escaping kidnapping and murder since there were two
of us instead of one. Well, we must have looked way too intimidating
and scary because no one would pick us up.
“I hope they don't call the cops
because this is technically illegal,” I commented as we walked.
“Really?!” Rachel gasped. I
suppose she didn't think I would ever do anything that wasn't purely
by the book.
“Yeah, but then maybe the cops
will pick us up and take us to your truck,” I said hopefully.
We decided to stop hitchhiking and
I called our friend Matt to see if he was available to come pick us
up. Thankfully, he was and we made it to Rachel's truck much faster
than if we had walked.
The rest of our adventure went quite
well and there is nothing of importance to note except that I did finally get my Kombucha tea taken care of before the day was over.
Stayed tuned for the next installment
of the Blond Blog because I may be writing about fast food drive
thrus and car washes.
