The rain let up around 7p yesterday evening so I decided to shove the kayak into the lake (seriously) and for the first time ever I managed to hoist myself into the little boat without assistance or flipping it over. Success. I took a short 2 mile paddle down the lake. There are three to four bald eagles that live nestled in the treeline that I see on a rare occasion but this time baby boy got a little too close for my own good.
Picture this...
As I'm paddling along I look up and this huge bird is flying straight toward me. The first thing that crosses my mind... prepare for an attack. This thought was disappointing, not because I am fully prepared to swat at an American legacy, but because I really really had no desire to get wet and fighting with a bald eagle would inevitably land me in the water. By the grace of God, he dipped down 50 feet in front of me, snatched a little fish and flew away. Phew. What a relief to know I wasn't his target. That was a close call.
I regroup and continue paddling. No rest for the weary but now my senses are on high alert. I just avoided an attack so I'm pretty impressed with myself
It went something like this:
Man: I'm surprised to see you out here. You know it just rained, right?
Me: Yes, but it's not raining anymore.
Man: No, no it is not. Just taking a ride down the river?
Me: No, I'm training for the 2016 Olympics.
The man then bursts into a fit of laughter as I solemnly paddle away. New goal... bring home the gold at the Olympic games in Rio. This is going to be a piece of cake!
next challenge:
no big deal
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