My Happy Place: Kayaking

A beautiful day on Lake Burton

I like cooler weather. There’s nothing quite like getting up early in the morning, bundling up in layers, and going for a brisk hike to the top of a mountain. Greg and I have some of our best hiking adventures in the middle of winter, when icicles dangle from the jagged scars of fallen trees and magnificent mountain views are revealed from the leafless forests.

But I have so missed getting out on the water in my kayak.

Greg and I picked up kayaking last year. We did the research, saved up, and bought us a couple of peddle-driven Hobie kayaks. (Blessed be the Mirage Drives)

It’s said that you should spend money on experiences rather than objects. This is one of those situations where purchasing an object has lead to some amazing experiences. I love these kayaks and the adventures we’ve had in them.

Cabin fever got the best of us Saturday, and hearing that it was going to be a decent day, we got up early and then… waited until the afternoon to head out to the lake.

What? It was a cold morning!

About two minutes after unloading the kayaks at the boat ramp, I managed to hurt myself. While wading in the frigid lake water, trying to get my kayak set up, my foot slipped off a rock and landed hard on the edge of another rock. I didn’t feel to much at the time, because my foot, being in said frigid water, was relatively numb. Afterwards, in the boat, I felt the boo boo more.

First aid kit to the rescue!

Luckily, it didn’t bother me much. After a bit of a rough start, we were on our way. The wind was cold, the sun was warm, Greg kept taking off his jacket and then putting it back on, and finally used it as a snuggie (too bad I didn’t get a picture of that). And I had a smile on my face the whole time.

I was in my happy place.

And even though I have a sunburn on my legs now (rookie mistake), I can’t wait to get back out there again.

Kayak selfie on the Loeby Hobies

I am grateful for all the adventures I get to have.

 

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Seeking Awe

I read an article earlier this week that said people who experience and actually seek awe are happier people. Intrigued, I looked into this idea more, and indeed, this school of thought has been around for a few years now.

I felt like I had uncovered a truth about myself. I crave awe. I seek it, literally climbing mountains to find it. I see it in rolling landscapes, in the reflection of sky in still waters, in the strangely carved hollows of long dead trees, in the rumbling wind off of a waterfall, and so much more.

An awe-inspiring view from Richard Russell Highway

I find my awe in nature and outdoor adventure. But other people may find their awe in other things, man made things-art, music, architecture.

Awe is a vast beauty that makes you feel small, yet importantly connected to your surroundings. It’s inspiring, it’s motivating, but most of all, it makes you a more contented person.

So, where do you find your awe?