After some grueling paddling into fierce winds, we finally found calm waters in the lea of the trees and cattails lining the northern and western shores of Lake Walter E. Long.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kyle and Ry were in a new red canoe. Izzy and I were in our new red kayak. (The colors were coordinated almost perfectly.) And when we spotted a creek with ultra-calm waters, we were all in agreement, because we were all tired out and ready for a rest.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow this is more like it,\u201d I muttered only half under my breath. Izzy found the courage to climb back up on the slippery bow. And Kyle threw his anchor so that we could just hang out for a while.<\/p>\n
We drank drinks and ate snacks. Izzy found Kyle\u2019s watermelon particularly satisfying. We told little stories about our lives.<\/p>\n
I told them about picking up blueprints at the printing department when I worked as a draftsman\u2019s aide my senior year in high school.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cImagine,\u201d Ry said. \u201cA high school job that would actually look good on your resum\u00e9.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI used to work with a man,\u201d Kyle said. And then he briefly stopped, motioning towards me. \u201cIn fact, he reminds me of you,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh no,\u201d I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll he did was smoke.”<\/p>\n
What!? All this guy did was smoke and he reminds you of me<\/strong>!?<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cHe never ate. And I never saw him drink a thing.\u201d Then he turned to Ry. \u201cJust like David. He only drinks coffee. I never see him drink water.”<\/p>\n In the morning. I only drink coffee in the morning<\/em>. …Ok, ok. I\u2019m busted. At least Trudy wasn\u2019t there, so she\u2019ll never find out about this, because if she did, there would be much finger waging.\u00a0<\/p>\n She\u2019ll never find out, right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After some grueling paddling into fierce winds, we finally found calm waters in the lea of the trees and cattails lining the northern and western shores of Lake Walter E. Long.\u00a0 Kyle and Ry were in a new red canoe. Izzy and I were in our new red kayak. (The colors were coordinated almost perfectly.) […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3992"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3992"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3992\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3998,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3992\/revisions\/3998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3992"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3992"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3992"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}