Yakking

Calm water and good visibility? check
Paddles and swimsuit? check, check
Kayak drain holes plugged? Uhhh...oops.
A dash up to the kitchen where a wine bottle sacrifices its cork for the cause of flotation and then we're off for our paddle.

My yakking partner is Lisa-of-the-seas. She has an impressive ability to spot swimming honu and spinning dolphins AND matched sets of cowrie shells. Gifted at all things water, golf, and nursing-related, it doesn't seem fair that she gets to add talented shell collector to her resume.


Atop borrowed kayaks (mahalo, Dave & Derek) we spend a leisurely hour yakking along the shore until, tempted by a perfect crescent of sand, we abandon ship and float sans-watercraft in the waves.

Sometimes it's not the direction of my journey but the drifting along the way that feels right.