How 'bout some kayaking?

Sorry it took so long but I’m back with a new story for the readers. I went kayaking on Monday with my friend Jack who is a carpenter with Habijax. We rented a two-man kayak from a little place next to Little Talbot Island State Park. The river wound its way out to the ocean. On the way out we were paddling wide the lowering tide but against a fairly strong wind. After about 10 minutes of paddling I knew that this was real exercise and was going to kick my ass. We made it to the sandbar at the ocean in a little under an hour which, according to the lady who rented us the kayak, was pretty good time. We rented the kayak a little after 2 pm and had to have it back by 5 or else we had to pay extra, which Jack really didn’t want to do. So we made the beach around 3 and were pretty tired so we shot the shit and rested out there for a while. I check the time before we pushed off to head back and it was 3:40. This is where it gets good. The lady told us to stay to the right on the way back in and retrace our path. So on the way back we pass a fishing boat and see two openings through the marsh going in our direction so we took the one on the right. We proceeded to see a bunch of fish jumping a good foot out of the water and a bunch of oysters. After about 15 minutes of this I noticed the wind was in our face again and the sun was at our back. I’m sure you know what I’m getting at, yeah the ocean is east of Florida. So I tell Jack, who admits he has no sense of directions, that I think we’re going back toward the ocean and I ask him to recheck the map since he was in back and responsible for the map. We weren’t sure where we were so the map wasn’t much good but I knew we were heading toward the ocean. We decided to press on. About 5 minutes later, surprise surprise, we see a boat that looks a hell of a lot like the one we saw 20 minutes earlier when we left the ocean. We were on the opposite side of the boat so we weren’t sure so we continued to the bend and low and behold there is the beach and ocean. Just then morale hit its low point and kayaking became real work. We were exhausted and had an hour to get the boat back to the dock paddling against the tide. We then study the map, figure out our error (we went all the way around a small island), figure out the right way back, pass the fishermen for the third time (“you guys all right?”, “We are now”), and head for home. There wasn’t much talking for the next hour probably because we couldn’t stop thinking about our burning muscles and trying to breathe normally. We finally arrived back at the dock at about 4:59 pm. To make things worse we had to pull the boat out of the water and carry it back up to the building. Well, needless to say it was a trip I won’t soon forget. I have attached a couple pictures from the trip for you enjoyment.

In other news, the putt-putt course is coming along. We have 2 coats of paint on 4 holes, 1 coat on another 4, and one is unpainted. We are negotiating with some retailers and maybe a manufacturer for a deal on the turf. Work weeks seem to fly by now as the end approaches. I got stung/bit by a fire ant again yesterday and today my hand looks like a marshmallow again. I won’t sicken you with a picture this time. That’s about it from here. Thanks for the posts. I enjoy reading them.