Last week I wrote about how amazing the Sawtooths are. Today I thought I’d post about our Canoe adventure on Redfish Lake.
If you’ve ever sung the song Row, row, row your boat, then you know that one thing you have to do in a canoe is ROW.
What you might not know is that there are certain ways to ROW…and other ways that lead to WAR.
Our family rented canoes and spent a few hours exploring the lake. I took 2 kids with me, and my husband took the other 2 with him. I was sad I couldn’t have my husband in my boat, because he knows what to do…and I don’t.
But I was with my oldest, and she is athletic and strong, so I thought we might be okay.
Something was wrong with our oars. We rowed gently (and as we became more frantic–a little less gently), and yet we did not go merrily down the stream like a dream. Our experience was more like a nightmare.
ROWING became WARING as we watched my husband’s canoe glide away. We rowed like Nordic warriors trying to catch up…but still only managed weird half circles and non-straight lines in the water. We exerted lots of energy…but were getting nowhere fast. (Have you ever felt that way in life? It’s frustrating!)
My oldest yelled: “Mom, you’re doing it wrong?”
And I snapped back: “No, I’m not! The back person steers! It’s your fault we’re not going straight.”
That didn’t endear me to her.
My husband and the other two kids were living the Row, Row, Row your boat dream. My boat, on the other hand, was almost to the point of a fist fight. Good thing we had #3 in the middle of us and the fear of capsizing if we stood up and went at each other to keep us in line.
We made it back to the dock somehow, but my oldest girl and I were muttering under our breath about lazy, inept rowers. Neither of us could accept that it was our fault for our canoe’s faulty guidance system.
The good thing about families is…even when accusations fly as you ROW (or WAR), 10 minutes later you’re sitting on the beach laughing about your earlier exploits as you munch on Cheetohs and wait for the hotdogs to get done as you gaze at stunning vistas. Love conquers all!
Row, row, row your boat
Gently up the lake
Merrily, Carelessly, Glaringly, Wearily
Life is like a steak!
And I love steak! And I love my oldest daughter…even though she still thinks it was my fault we couldn’t row in a straight line to save our lives.
- Row, Row, Row Your Boat – alternate lyrics (londinimum.wordpress.com)