You just never know when your going to meet someone special. Sunday's kayaking trip to Whiskeytown was a good example of that.
I was on a floating break with the gals, trying to get my bag of twigs and berries out of my dry sack, when a handsome young Canadian flyboy befriended me. He hung on my every whispered word... in no time I had him eating out of my hand... til I ran out of Craisins. As he flew off to pursue another, I swear he winked and called, "you'll be back ol water woman, see ya around".
I'm tak'n my jetpack broom along next time, he's in for a surprise.