Carl celebrated his twenty-ninth birthday on July 11, which fell on a Wednesday this year.
Carl has been dying to learn to kayak. He was bitten by the bicycling bug last year, and for his birthday, he got a nice road bike and set the goal of completing a triathalon (he reached that goal this past June). So, when a Groupon deal on a 3-hour long guided kayak tour showed up in my inbox, I snatched it up and planned a special day for the two of us. Since his birthday fell in the middle of the week, the kids would be at daycare and summer camp, so I packed up some trail mix, jerkey, hats and sunscreen and arranged for us to meet the kayak group at 8 a.m. on the day of Carl's birth. As luck would have it, we woke up that morning to a near-torrential downpour and our kayak trip was postponed. BOO. (Carl & I ended up making it a date-day since I had already gotten the day off work. It was great).
I rescheduled the kayak trip and a few Fridays ago, we finally went. It was SO fun. Like, so fun. And beautiful. And hard (more taxing than I had anticipated). I definitely got a work out (and totally flipped my kayak within five minutes of us being in the water) during our three-hour trip. We paddled down the San Marcos River which is about 40 minutes from where we live in San Antonio.
It was a lovely, lovely time. The scenery was straight out of a movie and the company was even better. Carl and I were the slow-pokes of the group and kind of half-floated-half-paddled the river, lazily and with little else on our minds than the cool, green water beneath us.