“Mom, what are you doing this weekend?” My daughter asked.
“I have no plans,” I replied.
“Mom, stop lying. You know you’ll be kayaking."
It’s true. All year long, I’m often traveling to or returning from kayaking. At 63, I especially love rising early to paddle down a river as the fog lifts to reveal birds, deer, other critters and people. While kayaking I feel the strength and endurance in my body, and gratitude for its capabilities.
It all began in 2020, at the start of the pandemic shutdown, I became a volunteer leader creating nature-rich experiences for Black people, excursions such as birding and hiking. I received an invitation, “I’d love to take your group kayaking!” from the Georgia River Network. They would provide boats, life jackets, paddles and a brief lesson.
I enjoyed that event so much that I wanted more and so I went on my first two-day paddling event. I assumed there would be a lot of young kayakers flying off waterfalls and enthusiastically shouting “Woo-hoo!” Though, surprisingly, there were people in midlife and older. According to The Outdoor Foundation’s 2019 Special Report on paddle sports and safety, 49 percent of participants in paddle sports are female. And 25 percent of all paddlers are 55 years or older. And indeed, I do see many seniors highly represented when I take to the waters.
Due to plantar fasciitis and Achilles tendonitis, I no longer participate in my first athletic love, running. So, I was excited to dive into low-impact — though high in fitness — kayaking. On the morning of that first two-day trip, I saw a man walking with a cane go to his kayak. He situated himself in his boat and took off. He looked so free. His walking impediment was no obstacle to kayaking. I thought, “This is an activity I can do for a very long time.”