I went kayaking last night.
Here in San Diego we have an active kayaking meetup group. We usually kayak on San Diego’s Mission Bay. We start at Aqua Adventures off Quivera Way (down at the bottom of the chart if you’re looking) and paddle a couple of miles out, maybe to Vacation Island and then back. Last night when we came back we went past Quivera Basin and on to Hospitality Point (#5 on the chart.)
Mission Bay is calm, flat water, except for some fairly strong tides and the occasional brisk breeze. Lots of bird life, the occasional sea lion, the SDSU outrigger club, and one time even dolphins.
I love it.
Although I workout regularly, a couple of hours propelling a wee boat with a double ended paddle takes a bit out of me. I’m if not exactly trashed the next day, I am physically tired in the best possible way. I never plan on doing much writing the day after a kayak trip. Instead I just want to carry the sense of fatigue and beingness as far as I can. Usually, sometime after noon I’m back to my normal self.
I have found that engaging in a joyful activity that has nothing to do with writing seems to inform my writing and make it better. For me recreation doesn’t have to involve physical effort. Time with grandkids works. So does an hour with my non-writing friends. So does meditation.
Kayaking is just one way I restore myself.
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