Anywho, we've been in plenty of small boats, but neither of us have operated a kayak-like contraption. Getting it into the water on our maiden voyage into Lake McDonald, we looked like the two stooges. First, we nearly got into the water without our paddles. While Jason went back to the van to fetch them, there gathered on the once-empty nearby shore a small crowd of people, out to observe the nice sunset. Feeling the pressure, since we were the only moving things to look at (the sunset was rather still, and there weren't other boaters on the lake), I started giggling uncontrollably and so could barely lift my end of the kayak over the dock. We soon realized we shouldn't be using the dock at all, so we sheepishly walked down the dock and dropped her in directly from the shore. It was wigglier than we expected and it surprised us to be right down in the water. More giggling and goofily balancing ourselves. Afterwards, when we loaded up the boat into the van on our way out, we overestimated the van's length and pushed the boat into the front windshield. Maybe insurance will cover it.
We're thinking, "Green Lily" for a name, but it's not settled yet. It's a good green color, and Lily is reminescent of the Glacier Lilies around here. Plus, lily pads. It's low to the water and looks like a lily pad...with two humans on it hurling sticks around.