I didn’t think it was possible, but camping had started to become, well, a little boring.
Don’t get me wrong—I don’t think I could ever get tired of cooking on a camp stove, staring off into a beautiful forest, nestling into my sleeping bag with the smell of smoke still lingering in my hair.
It was the routine of the whole thing that was starting to get to me: Unload tent, set up tent, blow up air mattress, dirty the pots, clean the pots, walk the trash to the trash can, build the fire, roast the marshmallow… repeat. What was it that I didn’t know then that I know now? It wasn’t camping that had gotten stale—it was just how I was going about doing it.
Enter the kayak. Typically used for day trips, in my experience, I was now loading up the watertight hatch with my sleeping…