The garage door is already open, the bright hot summer sun filling the garage. On top of our Honda CRV, tied down with bright orange straps is Marcos’ brand new ten foot kayak. Lucy looked as perplexed as I felt.
Now, I’ve seen Kayaks in the store. In a big box store, Kayaks look small and manageable. On top of a Honda CRV, san rack; it looked huge and unwieldy. Jesus, I thought, what was this kid thinking.
We’re not an outdoorsy family. Given the choice between binge watching Netflix and a weekend at say, a swimming hole, we’ll usually opt for Netflix.
We’ve only been camping a handful of times. Neither time made us want to take up the habit. Again, Lucy and I would opt for a nice, air conditioned hotel room.
Thing is I don’t want to discourage Marcos from being outdoors.
I wish I was more outdoorsy. I wish had the desire to go out into nature. I like looking at landscape photography and jealous, not of the photos per se, but the photographer that took all the trouble to get the shot.
I had my chance. Many moons ago I wanted to be a Boy Scout, but my family didn’t have the money for it. So I opted for staying inside watching cartoons and playing GiJoe. I do a form of that as an adult.
So it’s this conundrum, between my being adverse to the outdoors and encouraging my son to be what I could never be: outdoorsy.