Susan and I went back and forth for several hours about whether we should put the boats into Tinker Creek late in the afternoon and paddle down to the Roanoke River and beyond. It was hot first–97 degrees. Then a nasty thunder storm system passed through the Roanoke Valley and they can be dangerous to those paddling with aluminum paddles.
We gritted our teeth, loaded the boats and set off to the 3rd Street ramp in Vinton to give it a shot. We were rewarded not only with a lovely evening of moderate temperatures and a light breeze, but a glorious sunset.
This was the maiden voyage for two new kayaks of mine. I sold two
–one almost new, but I didn’t like it; the other older, but still quite good–and bought a new hard-shell kayak that Susan broke in. I also bought a 10-foot inflatable boat that my grandgirl will use, I suspect. I thought it might be clunky. It was not: quite maneuverable and swift, in fact. I like it.
This was a luxurious paddle, soft, comfortable, scenic and mind-clearing. We’d both had a difficult week and by the time we got out of the water at close to 9 p.m., we could have poured ourselves into the truck. That is relaxed.
Here are some photos we took of the adventure.