There is something magical about kayaking. Less struggle than a canoe but dryer and more controlled than an inner tube, the kayak slips, almost effortlessly, over the surface of the water to places you didn’t know you could go.
I discovered the wonders of kayaking last summer, when I took one from my sister’s fleet out on Okanagan Lake. So quiet, so still, I floated along, dipping the paddle on either side of my tiny vessel in rhythmic motion. I was hooked.
This spring, The Pear Trees invested in a couple of our own, and have been out a couple of times already.
My favourite destination right now is Duck Lake (also known as Ellison Lake), just past the Kelowna International Airport, going north. You park your car on an extended edge of the highway, carry the kayak(s) a few steps down to the water, and enter blissdom.
After driving past Duck Lake I don’t know how many times in my life (gazillions, I’d say), I was shocked at the beauty hiding away in little channels and canals along its periphery.
So peaceful, so quiet, so tranquil.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s not all ease and breeze. Depending on how fast you want to go, there’s an awesome upper-body work-out waiting for you. But between the more serious paddling sessions there are profound, meditative moments and up-close glimpses into a world we often just whiz by.
There’s also a turtle sanctuary, bordering a holiday park, with scads of turtles on platforms, soaking up the sun. You can also see them swimming all around you in the water. My nephew, Liam, was picking them up as they swam by (and putting them quite safely back again).
I can’t wait to get out on more neighbourhood lakes, and take in a bit of what I’ve been missing all these years.
– Words and photos by Lori-Anne Poirier