One of the most frustrating recreational experiences that my wife and I endured was a rowing trip in Ocala, Florida. The trip started off well; we were camping at Silver River State Park and it was beautiful. In the park there are spring fed ponds that are clear as clear glass and it was fascinating to watch the marine life in a pond near our campsite. The weather was comfortably warm and it wasn't too humid. The night was quiet and peaceful.
We went to the Ranger Station in the morning to rent a canoe. With vests on and paddles in hand we pushed away from the boat basin and started down Silver River. The river water was translucent, and fish, otters and other water creatures were visible as we paddled along. Deer could occasionally be seen along the riverbanks. It was an idyllic scene.
Inside the canoe was a different story. Who knew that two people could be so unevenly matched for rowing a boat? Neither of us had a lot of experience or training in rowing or canoes and it showed. Rowing a canoe in a straight line is not as easy as we thought it would be. Bumping into the riverbanks happened more that either of us had anticipated. By the time we made it to the transportation point we were both glad our little excursion was over. We pulled the canoe out of the water, put it on the trailer, and gladly headed back to our campsite.
I can't say whether canoeing can ruin a marriage. Fortunately, beyond this one dalliance, we haven't been canoeing since. What I can say is that not pursuing canoeing may have saved one marriage, and maybe that's all you need to know.
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