I had the pleasure of kayaking with a new activity buddy yesterday. We rented boats from NWOC on Lake Union. We were soon making our way across the boating lanes, scouting a spot to practice our wet exits. We gave way to the local cruise lines in their various sizes and degrees of luxury, rowed past sailboats anchored off shore and maneuvered around the many paddleboarders.
Finally I spotted calm waters and a hidden bay tucked behind a set of James Bond style house boats with attached personal high-speed watercraft. A teenage boy and girl sat facing one another submerged to their waists a few feet from the shore. I couldn't help but feel that we were breaking up a moment, but I figured that was probably not a bad thing.
After some hemming and hawing about not liking the idea of plunging myself into the feathery plant life that lay below, I finally rolled my boat upside down. Disoriented in that position, I managed to exit the cockpit and bob to the surface unaware of the plants around me. After another go of it, it was my partner's turn. I stood by as she situated herself in her boat. "Geesh," she said looking at me. A potent aroma of now legalized marijuana filled my nostrils. I turned my head. Through the wire grated sides of the house boat ramp I saw a cloud of smoke. A set a paddleboards, like lawn furniture, sat clustered beneath it on the water offering support to their riders. I imagined someone paddling up to them, nodding his head and grinning as he said, "waS'UUUUUP?!"
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