
The second day of these school holidays I booked myself (being the adventurous mummy) and my son for a canoe trip on the
Loddon River. I thought it would be fun and a great opportunity not only for some good wholesome one on one time with my son, but to get into the spirit of
canoeing as we plan to purchase a family canoe, when we trade in the car.
It was advertised as a two hour paddle, however leaving at 10am and arriving back at 3pm that afternoon I certainly had very sore elbows and was amazed at my deep capacity for endurance - as this is what the poorly planned trip our host provided turned into.
Thankfully
Kd and I were separated close to the start of the adventure as he used his paddle to splash me and in my fumbling to work out how to paddle the darn canoe he would yell out "We're DEAD. We're DEAD!"
Should I have the opportunity again I would definitely go - it
was magic being on the Loddon River so full of water, the trees, the birds and the promises that you made yourself as you approached each bend in the river.
Here is the canoe hero


This was our canoe

Our fellow adventurers