Paddling My Own Canoe

I have canoes on my mind. Maybe it's because I'm reading the book Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog). We've owned a canoe for several years. It's a big old aluminum Grumman that we inherited when Mr. Ether's parents moved from their house to a condo. When we first acquired it we were very excited, and bought new PFDs and paddles for our anniversary. I envisioned sunset picnics and Sunday afternoon outings on Madison's 4 lakes.

Well, since we've had it, we've gone canoing exactly twice -- once when we loaded it on top of the car and drove across town to Lake Wingra, our smallest lake. It was lovely. We paddled across the lake to the University of Wisconsin Arboretum and visited haunts that we normally access by foot. The other time we took it up to Lake Michigan with us on our annual camping trip. It is definitely not designed for the bigger waves. I got scared, Mr. Ether got exasperated with me, and we had a little fight out on the water. Since then the canoe has held the concrete of our driveway down very nicely and that's all.

Recently I had been thinking of getting rid of it. It's monstrously heavy. We live, literally, two blocks from a gentle peaceful river that connects two of our lakes, and we never use the canoe. Last weekend I was talking with a friend about it, and she threw out the idea that some of us could go in on a nice lightweight canoe as a kind of time-share and rent space from the city parks department to store it.

*Lightbulb above my head* Why don't we -- DUH -- instead of buying a new canoe, just rent a spot for the canoe we already possess? I called the parks department today, and for $75/year I am leasing a berth on a canoe rack that is right next to the river three blocks from our house! I am psyched!