Ever heard of the Mayhall Creek?
How great to have a guide to get us all situated, and encouraging the reluctant among us (not me!). One of our group was hesitant, unwilling to commit even while she was walking down the sloping dock to the water, saying, “I’m not sure,” while the rest of us piled (ungracefully) into our kayaks. (Is getting into a kayak ever graceful?) Reluctant Girl eventually did consent to riding the tandem kayak with Danny, our affable and most capable kayak guide.
Even Tami, the consummate city girl among us was game, outfitted in her cute swimsuit and signature PINK sunglasses. All was well with her, looking fine in the yellow kayak that I kind of wanted for myself (yellow being my signature color; ask anyone!).
Once she started paddling though, it got a little challenging. Tami circled the dock, and then heard me yell excitedly that I spotted a baby alligator. I turned back toward her only to see her making a beeline for the dock, saying, “No thanks.” She was done. Well, that’s okay… now she can say she kayaked. For about three minutes. But who’s counting?!
The conditions on the Mayhall Creek were somewhat challenging for me – the occasional kayaker. The tide was coming in, the current was against us, and the wind was blowing in our faces. I’m always last in any kayak group no matter how hard I try to keep up. But I don’t mind; still, today was a workout on the outbound journey. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything though. I wasn’t coming out to a private island nestled within the salt marshes of the Georgia coast and passing up the chance to kayak there, particularly with a guide who did all the hard work of hauling the kayaks to and fro and ensuring the newbies were safe and comfortable. He showed me how to use the rudder which helped a lot, as I was flailing from one side of the creek to the other! Still, our group made it from Eagle Island to the mouth of the Darien River which was about a mile and a half each way – huzzah! My last outing on a kayak was a put in point at Amelia Island all the way out to the Nassau Sound – a round trip journey of seven miles! Yowza; I was proud of that one.
Here’s our group:
Kayaking was fun. Tami, girl, you gotta give it another try!