We did but there was a bit of disappointment in the pace of the class. The instructors were very knowledgeable but we didn't spend much time paddling. The kids felt they did more waiting around than paddling and were a bit frustrated trying to keep their kayaks floating in one spot. It would have been more fun for all of us if we had done a steady slow paddle. We spent most of the class paddling a half dozen strokes or so and then would be told by one of the instructors to stop and wait for the rest of our group lagging behind (and for the record, we weren't waiting for any of the kids in this class).
So I told the girls we'd rent kayaks somewhere else, like maybe a river so we wouldn't get all salt-water sticky (the class was held in a quiet ocean cove off Wolfe's Neck), to try it again. After a bit of surfing the web, I found an outfitter in North Conway, N.H., that had a good family rate for kayak rentals and made a reservation for Friday.
The equipment we were given at the river was not nearly as nice as what we used with the LL Bean class but everything appeared in working order even if the life vests were less than comfortable (they were the classic orange ones).
After the friendly guy from the outfitters dumped all our gear on the beach, Fino and L. got in their kayaks and were headed around the first bend of the river before G. and I were. Fino hit the faster moving water first and when L. saw him cruising along, she got nervous and stopped paddling.
I yelled to L. to paddle but she just let the current take her along and by the time I realized that she was going to hit the stump in the middle of the river, I couldn't get to her in time.
L. flipped over.
I paddled as quickly as I could over to her but not being a proficient paddler myself, it wasn't the most direct - or controlled - approach. But the river was only about three feet and L. had stood up after the flip and was grabbing for her Webkinz puppy before she walked herself to shore.
But the flip had really taken her by surprise and shaken her up so she was crying when I reached her.
Fino grabbed her paddle in the middle of the river while some very nice 30-something guys in a canoe grabbed her kayak and floating lunch box and brought them to the shore. We dumped out the water and dragged it to our other kayaks while L. continued hugging her puppy and sniffling.
While I was talking to L. and sharing a giggle with her about how she can never be without one of her Webkinz at all times, a man with a camera (that looked pricey and professional) walked over to us.
It turned out he was from The Conway Daily Sun and took photos of L.'s flip. He was watching that particular area because the newspaper was doing a story about a mother who had complained to the newspaper about the lack of signage and information about the dangers of the river.
The photographer asked L. her name and commented that she handled her flip well - and that she was able to get her puppy out of the water so quickly. She introduced him to Meggie while she wiped her tears away and I shared with him how we had taken a kayaking class earlier in the week so L. wasn't totally clueless about kayaking. L. told him she was surprised by the current so she got nervous and forgot to paddle away from the stump.
Since L. wasn't keen to get back in to her kayak right away, Fino linked hers with mine and L. walked along the shore while I paddled down a short stretch of the river. The Saco is not deep (about 3 feet deep or less in most places) and the sandy pebbled shore made it easy walking for her.
L. got in her kayak a short time later and after the second patch of faster moving water with me in the lead, she handled it well and gained some of her confidence back. We paddled about four miles down the river without further incident. In the van on the way back to the outfitters to get our car, L. told me that Meggie thought the trip was OK but kayaking was not her favorite thing to do.
On Saturday morning I went to The Conway Daily Sun website and found photos of L. on the front page accompanying the story about the river. The story was about a Rhode Island mother and her son who flipped over (in the same spot as L.) in a rented a canoe.
I think a heads-up that there are a couple of faster moving parts to the river would have been helpful to me because I would have tested the current out first in my kayak instead of letting L. get ahead of me in hers. That was my fault for not taking the lead initially (no one at the outfitter office or delivery guy said a word about a river current).
But the current wasn't unmanageable, just not what I had expected. I am familiar with the stories about the partying that goes on the Saco River so I never thought to ask about the river's current because I figured it wasn't anything to worry about. And other than a handful of spots, the rest of the river was in fact slow and easy and offered some very pleasant paddling (and although there was some partying on various part of the shore along the river, it was not too crowded or crazy because it was a weekday).
So on one hand I agree with the mom that a warning sign at the put-in location would have been nice. But what I can't get my head around was what this mom was thinking when she took her 4-year-old out on the river in a canoe knowing she did not know how to swim (see the newspaper story below).
As for L., she is no worse for the wear after her kayak flip -- she's been initiated to the "club" so to speak. And she couldn't wait to tell all of her friends she was in the newspaper.
"I'm famous ... and look, you can sort of see Meggie too," she told me with a big grin on her face after I printed out the paper's front page.
To her friends upon showing them the print out, "Yeah, I didn't like that stinking kayak too much when I flipped over but I saved Meggie and we paddled 4-miles afterwards."
L. and Meggie down river
Here's the text of the story since it's not easy to find in the .pdf format they have on that newspaper's website:
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