I haven’t been in a boat since I stepped ashore in Antigua, and I hadn’t missed it. So when Arlene’s tenant, Jim, invited me to go for a paddle in his sculling boat I was about to use my stress-fractured hip as a wimp-out option, when something (vanity?) made me say, ‘Why not?’
And I loved it.
What’s not to love, when your’re surrounded by stunning scenery, hearing the bubbles run under your hull, soaking up the natural beauty of the Columbia Gorge. Gorge-ous!