[at-l] Hut Trip Follies...or the very definition of snafu (longish)

[rcli4 at comcast.net (rcli4@comcast.net)]

January 1974 my wife and I are just weeks from getting married.  She talked me into going kyaking with her.  I had never been but was macho enough to think that anything this 5'4" 98 lbs. women could do I could do.  We went in on the inter coastal waterway between St. Mary's, Georgia and Cumberland Island.  When we broke around the end of the island and hit the ocean I was scared to death.  We made it to our campsite on the beach and I began to think of reasons to find a different way back to the mainland.  The next morning while she was out in the breakers having fun I was searching for another way home.  I found a couple of fishermen with a large boat and told them I would pay any price to get a ride with them.  They laughed but picked me up that evening and took me back to the mainland.  Now when we go I take the ferry and she paddles.  She even goes along with the story that I want to backpack the 11 miles to the campsite.  She dosen't even laugh about it much anymore.  She still goes paddling and I hike.  We make time for each other's lifestyle and choices.  If your mate can't take what they think is the good with the bad in you they won't be your mate long anyway.  

Clyde