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The trip started out great. Nobody else was on the particular fork we were on. You'd come around a bend to see a lone crane fishing for frogs, then around another to trees shading the river while the sun broke through in spots to make the water look like it was covered in diamonds.
We took turns racing and running each other into the shallows along the edge. About halfway, just a short 3 hour trip, my dad asked to try out the kayak. We pulled into a rather steep but accessible spot on the edge. My dad got into the kayak and I pushed him back out. We were at a shallower area so the water was a little rough.
I got in his vacated spot in the canoe, stroked twice to back out and heard a holler. About 10 feet away was an upside down kayak with my dad disengaging his legs from it. He did not even last a whole 30 seconds in it. Now a scene like that just has one result, extreme laughter. While my dad is standing in about 60 degree water up to his chest, the rest of his brood is just trying to stay in place while doubled over with a great laugh. We finally pulled back into the bank and dad made his way up to us. He said to me as he held onto the end of a submerged kayak, "you can have this back." The rest of our trip went without any mishaps even though it started to rain again. We stayed warm with paddling and an occasional burst of laughter. My dad's report to mom, "I don't like kayaking."
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