They made a valid point. So off we went again, finding a companion. We settled upon a 9-footer this time, light blue, with a more comfortable seat and wider cockpit, which came in handy for a small passenger.
It’s become kayak heaven around these parts as others have come forward with their boats, and the party never stops. In fact, we’re now taking numbers to see who goes first.
People think I’m well-to-do in my retirement years with five boats. But who’s counting? It also gets to be personal. Use one and I feel the others are being neglected.
The other evening, we were sitting on the deck watching the sun go down when a pontoon boat drifted by with eight people aboard. I gave it a passing glance. My wife became hooked.
“Say, that’s my kind of boat,” she cooed. “Think of the rides we could give our guests.”
Writer and photographer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.