Everything is solar powered
These were all touring kayaks, all fiberglass, good boats. Not plastic abominations like you’ll find for rent in some places today, but performance-oriented, solid paddling machines.
The problem was the weather. 1993 was the year that summer didn’t come. I remember shivering under a blue tarp, next to a trailer full of kayaks, watching the rain all summer long. There was one day that we did over $100 in rentals – it stands out in my mind because there was only one – but most of the time I was alone in the rain, sequestered by the weather like some nylon-covered monk. The calendar said it was summer, but it wasn’t even close.
July 5th has been jokingly referred to by many Northwesterners as the unofficial first-day-of-summer, but as I look outside this morning, it doesn’t look like that’s the case this year. I have this horrible feeling that we’re due for 1993 all over again. I hope I am wrong (as is often the case), but I can’t help but have that sinking feeling.