The swamps surrounding my house beckon. Here I am, all I’m on a Boat in my head, but sometimes one needs to embrace the more budget-conscious choice. Besides, a canoe enables you to get into those tiny swamp alleyways, up close and personal with nature. Ah, nature. It’s so not my bag, baby.
Truth: I’m a city girl through and through. My earliest memories involve being awed by skyscrapers. The frenetic buzz of the city is what best lulls me to sleep at night and I feel most inspired when I wake up to the sounds of activity: store gates being thrown open, trucks making deliveries, the old man sitting on the stoop drinking his coffee and greeting rushed commuters. Just thinking about these things make me a little homesick and I haven’t lived in Brooklyn for 7 years.
That said, I’m striving towards embracing my outdoorsy side (rather, desperately trying to find that almost nonexistent outdoorsy side). While this doesn’t mean I’m going to go camping anytime soon (or, likely ever again, seeing as I couldn’t even handle camping in the Hamptons when I was a Girl Scout), I have been known to hike, kayak, and oh, there was that disastrous attempt at rappelling down a waterfall. I truly appreciate nature and now I’m kind of living in the middle of it and it’s really fucking gorgeous.
Danny, my boyfriend, is the absolute opposite of me. Nature is totally his thing. When we were first dating, he had these absurd visions of us going camping. He loves to fish. He loves to work outside. And the impending zombie apocalypse? He’s got this. He’d fight off zombies and catch fish for him, nuts and berries for me. What would I be doing besides complaining (typical New Yorker)? Failing at the Michonne workout. Pure. Zombie. Bait.
I was planning to get Danny a tattoo for his birthday, but instead I got him this canoe he’s been going on about for a year now. Living on the water, seeing all these boats going by, it inspires some real boat envy. I liked the idea of a canoe because it’s a little more active than a motored boat.
I’ve kayaked on Bayou St. John in the heart of New Orleans before, but for some reason that seems less infested with alligators than my current situation here in Bayou Sauvage (will you look at that main image?!) Or Bayou Savage, as I like to call it. I’ve actually never been in a canoe, which feels a hell of a lot more stable than a kayak, but I still was paranoid about tipping the thing over and falling into what is surely alligator and snake-infested water (NB: I exaggerate a lot).
This is us pulling away from our house… and possibly even civilization