My gloom was a combination of some work stress, some concern over a loved one in the hospital and some frustration over an ungrateful teenager. It all had the makings of a major rain cloud.
Not good when you are going to go out kayaking for the evening. But the weather man did say only 15% chance of rain, so really, we were in the clear, right?
We went with our friends Mike and Cindy and decided to return to Nepco Lake, where we had some major whitecaps last time on the west side of the Highway 13 bridge but figured it would be calm tonight.
What's that saying about the calm before the storm?
You can't deny that when half the sky was a cloud and the other half clear that it didn't make for a pretty picture.
Don't ask me why we kept paddling to the "dark side," but we did. And it wasn't that dark. But we were a good distance from our starting point when we "parked" and just floated, sharing treats and listening to a thunder cloud. A thunder cloud I could not take credit for – even in my temporary role as Eeyore.
So Jim was sharing how much he loved storms and the others were agreeing. Why did we not think that rumble rumble would turn into pitter patter? I kind of thought the cloud was moving away from us, but obviously I don't know anything. Especially since I had a cloud following me all day.
The rain started and was pretty steady as we paddled as quickly as we could to shore, which was probably a good 15-20 minutes of steady strokes away – strokes that picked up speed every time we heard thunder. Doesn't lightning usually follow?
Needless to say, we were drenched. Too chilled and drenched to consider changing locations. Too chilled and drenched to consider King Cone even. That's some serious rain cloud Eeyore delivered!
Now we've got dry clothes on, the sky is magically clear and we are going to warm up by a fire.
Kayakers – and Eeyore – always have to have a Plan B, right?
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