Where’s The Bloody Car!

Last night we decided that as we were getting a reprieve from the hot summer days and mild temps in the mid 40s we should take the opportunity to really break our new assets in. I really wanted to visit Brooklyn as reviews had mentioned this was an ideal spot to kayak and there was always something interesting to see. We set off mid morning and found an off street to port our vessels (haha, I only just learnt what that means).

I thought if we head off following the current and head around dangar island the other side would be brutal but then we could finish strong. In the beginning the current was sweet and paddling was cruisey. We saw a boat that took on a little too much water.

We saw some huge jellies. These guys were massive.

The Hawkesbury bridge seemed like it was decades away. And even taking the smallest breather would lead you backwards a couple of hundred mtrs and as my girl called out “it feels like we are paddling with a fork” could not of said it better myself.

Eventually we got around the tip of dangar island but then, slap me sideways and call me Sally. It wasn’t until we were 90% of the way around and stopped by a huge retaining wall for a train that I realised something was amiss.

Red- is what we did Yellow- is what I thought we were doing!

Being the male in the relationship I’m always the one that ventures off and does things half cocked. (Excuse the pun!) today was no different. So my beautiful wifey decided she would be smart and probably best not to rely on my abilities, or lack of. And work out where we were and where the hell is the bloody car.

Once my princess worked out where we were and possibly where the bloody car could be she has now set off on foot and will hopefully return before night fall to collect the car and return to pick my sorry maleness ass up and have some sangers on the BBQ with my burnt hands and legs all due to my awesome maleness and refusing to put sunscreen on my legs. Obviously the sun will not burn my legs while sitting in a kayak nor will my hands burn from paddling in the sun for 3hrs.