Yesterday David and I did something that has been on our to-do list since we moved to the mountains. We kayaked the New River.

The New River is believed to be one of the oldest rivers in the world, second only to the Nile River. It begins not too far from our home in NW NC, and flows north through Virginia and ends in West Virginia. It's a tiny river, only about 150 ft in width - at least where we were - and rarely got much over hip deep.

David and I have kayaked together only once before in our 8 years together, and that was on the ocean on the Gulf several years ago. We've both spent plenty of time on the water apart in various floatation devices and water vehicles. But kayaking is my new favorite.



It was a lazy 5-mile trip, with snacks and baby duck-watching. We took pictures, and even raced. We lounged and gazed. And we loved every minute of it.

Oh, dear summer in the mountains.

And now I want to buy a kayak. A cool green one. With a cubby-hole for Clif bars and cheetos. That's my new dream.