My girlfriend Rachel, my dad, and I paddled through the Ballard locks here in Seattle in February. It was such a cold, rainy day that even the heavily Gore-texed crew of a sailboat that locked through with us leaned over to say, “Wow, you guys are hardcore!”
I certainly felt hardcore, if “hardcore” is another word for “freezing cold,” because I stupidly forgot the deck to my Feathercraft Klondike.
The sprayskirt, I brought. Oh yes, no worries about the sprayskirt. But the deck to cover the enormous cockpit, the thing that the sprayskirt is supposed to be attached to, that I did not have.
I tried using the skirt as a pathetic little blanket to keep my jeans dry during the paddle, but that worked about as well an umbrella in a windstorm.
I did have enormous fun out there with two of my favorite people. We saw a lot of cool waterfowl, and we gave the tourists at the locks quite a tickle with our little boats in the big machine. But I sure was glad to hop in the warm car when the paddle was done. Hardcore!
Sorry for the poor picture quality; the lens just would not stop fogging up on me. Normally, I would have dried the lens off on my jeans, but, well, no deck, you know?