After about two and a half minutes that horrible ache in my shoulders returned.

Every time Duncan went ahead I rested the paddle, trying to catch my breath.

Whose laughing now? I was sure I heard that darned kayak murmer between my puffs and pants. I looked around for a tow rope, nothing, just ospreys idling in their nest and viscious ugly giant red princess eating jellyfish floating by as a clear reminder that IN the kayak was the smart place to be.

"Duncan," I whined," I'm tired, how much further to go now?"


-- Post From My iPhone