Maia's getting the hang of her little kayak and spends hours (while we pack, repack, stow and restow stuff) just paddling around exploring the river. I recall the freedom I felt in my first little sailboats and kayak. There is something about gliding over the water at your own pace that merges well with the dreamy feelings of childhood.
Maia's comments: My kayak is called "Racing Waves" because she goes so well over waves. She's a blue and yellow, one person kayak with a black paddle. Sometimes when I just want to be alone - I go off paddling. I feel happy when I look at my kayak.