It's past 12 noon, we've been kayaking for almost three hours and our stomachs were empty. Inside my daypack was some Hopia and a bag of chips -all the food we got- but it's tucked in the kayak's compartment behind where I'm sitting. I pulled into one of these huge rocks jutting out in the lake shore to retrieve our precious cargo. My companions Jenny, Minette and Tatum followed suit, happy for a bit of rest. We shared whatever little food we got, hoping on a more substantial refuel after Chris comes back to pick us up at our launching point. We scanned the view around us - the lake just in front and the forest fringing it - and declared this a great location for camping.
Earlier in the day, Chris - who works for Great Blue Outfitters - drove all four of us from their office in Patterson (about two hours north of New York City) to White Pond for our kayaking adventure. White Pond, which used to be a city reservoir, is now managed by New York State's Department of Environmental Conservation. We were given the choice of either paddling this or paddling the nearby Croton River. We chose the lake and didn't regret doing it. What we did regret is not bringing enough food. In our hasty preparation, we discounted what could have been a great picnic on a lake shore as we merely planned on eating in a restaurant later on.
But we really shouldn't complain on an almost cloudless, sunny June sky. With only the sounds of the water, the wind and the birds to accompany us, our energies kept us going and going. There may have been other people kayaking and canoeing (with some fishing for the plentiful bass) but we're thankful enough not to hear the wailing firetrucks and the rumbling subways of Manhattan. The big city may only be some two hours away from here but it surely felt so far, far away.
Here's my little video of our watery escapade: