This Sunday, friends and I plan to start the New Year the same way we’ve kicked off every Jan. 1 for more than half a century: with a joyous dash and frigid splash.
Four buddies carried out southeaste.
Whenever I feel hemmed in by development, get stuck in traffic, or simply crave a quiet walk in the woods, I head to Pachaug State Forest, a lush, hilly, serene swath that spreads out over 27,000 acre.
As the sun dipped below the west shore of Enders Island last Saturday, our group of nine sea kayakers clicked on lights strapped to the decks of our vessels and began paddling north on the Mystic Rive.
After battling three days of wind, waves and rain while kayaking to Canada on Lake Champlain, Andy Lynn, Phil Plouffe and I at last found refuge on Valcour Island, half a mile off the coast of Peru, N.
Under abundantly sunny skies, a powerful ebb tide pulled our fleet of kayaks around Taylor Point in Rhode Island’s Narragansett Bay, and propelled us along the rocky shore off Jamestown.
As an elegant.