kayaking lake union

(I need to come up with a different title because this won't be the last time you'll see a post like this.)

Christy and I stepped out of her living room and into kayaks. (Any way you slice it, that kicks a metric ton of ass.) We decided we'd paddle from her houseboat on Eastlake up to the north and around into the Montlake cut. Our plan was foiled by both I'm-getting-really-hungry and did-you-bring-powerbars-I-didn't so we made it up to Agua Verde, a future kayak to dinner spot to be sure, and then turned around.

It was a rigorous paddle punctuated by frequent and long breaks at just about every cool boat/houseboat we saw.


Internet, meet Christy. Christy, internet. She is *nine* kinds of cool, people.


In on our of many breaks, we watched a sea plane land right over the top of us.



Action shot!


Paddling back at dusk.