Another party’s over / And I’m left cold sober
My baby left me for somebody new
I don’t wanna talk about it / Want to forget about it
Wanna be intoxicated with that special brew – queen
Yesterday I was down in Madison to visit with Darrin Kimbler who will be leaving for the west coast in a couple weeks to begin his “Canoe Across America” expedition. This is a 5,200 mile trip that will keep him away from home until sometime in December. Well, at least he’ll have his dog with him!
From Darrin’s domicile, I drove over to Rutabaga which if you don’t know by now, is one of the country’s biggest, finest, and most well-loved paddle sports shops. (Did I say that right Boss??) I don’t know why… I mean what kind of legitimate kayak shop wouldn’t give out free chocolate chip cookies at the door? Shame, really. Be that as it may, I rolled in on Thursday which is their first day back open to the public after Canoecopia last weekend. Walking in the door right after they opened in the morning reminded me of the old Monty Python cheese shop sketch.. “It’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese.“. The shop was certainly uncontaminated by anything related to boating! That’s because all the stock was still ’round back in the trailers. That’s what happens when you host the worlds biggest paddle sports show each year. Heck even the back lot which is usually packed full of kayaks was hauntingly empty. Of course all that will change very quickly. The staff is going to be on their toes for the next few days. That means the store will be once again brimming with paddle candy right about the time the ice melts on the pond behind the store… which may be only a day or two the way things are going.
***Full Disclosure: I am a paddling instructor at Rutabaga. This means anything I say is probably bias, and occasionally puts me at risk of losing my meager status as occasional hired goon.
**** What is it with all the food references in this post? I must be on a diet again.. Bah!