She’s skittish. All kayaks are, when they’re not properly settled. She’s a real beauty, though; sleek, swift, and low to the water. A tiny, pretty little boat.
The gray water is sprinkled with rain, and everything is wet. I’ve just purchased this kayak, and I can’t wait to put her out on the water.
I put the paddle into the water and pull. She’s fast, and tracks a straight and narrow path. She’s close the water, and warm water around my feet swirls as it circulates through the scupper hole.
Turns are fast, side drift is small. This kayak is an extension of my body. I can feel every little wave and nuance of the water.
A very beautiful and capable boat.
I think her name is Jenny.
The attached picture was taken on my recent trip to Brattleboro for the Labor Day Dawn Dance. We went up a day early by accident, ended up sleeping in my car and outside, and spent the day kayaking. The morning mist was quite magical. Yes, we danced until it ended at 7AM.