New Old Bike and a Local Kayak Ride
Charlie has a new bike—an old one of Jim's, with the seat lowered.
Watching Charlie ride off today, I've been realizing how his legs had become way too long for his old red bike.
Jim wanted to try a kayak ride in a nearby (not too deep) river. After he and I had gotten the kayak into the water, Charlie said "no, no, all done" and walked very fast in the direction of the car. Jim and I agreed, it must be disconcerting for him to see the kayak in a new locale and not at the beach. So Jim paddled off and I went to the car, holding a paddle. Charlie reached for it and pulled it into the back seat where he'd already put his seatbelt on. I explained that Jim was just going to spend some time paddling in the river and we'd wait, and starting grading some student papers. After ten minutes, I felt the car rock a bit and the sounds of shoes sliding on the back seat vinyl. On turning around, I saw Charlie, paddle in hand, heading to the river.
Jim came back, Charlie climbed in, and off they went. He did a little paddling, too.
They were gone long enough for me to finish my grading and start reading about the Phoenicians, who knew a thing or two about boats themselves.