Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Today, we’re going kayaking. For real this time. Lakes don’t have problems with waves.
Another early start, this time to pick up a rental car. Then it’s out into the countryside.
The sun is out, picking out the beautiful colours of the hillsides. We head onto the highway, and the views drop off a little, but we’re still surrounded by fields, trees and hills. I catch the ocean sparkling in the distance for a fleeting moment.
Once we exit the highway, we take a back road beside a river that twists and turns through pine trees, farmland and then up into the mountains. It’s vaguely reminiscent of the opening to The Shining. (Or the ending to Bladerunner.)