A few years ago, my husband and I were preparing to be an escort boat during one of the biggest canoe races of the year.
What does that mean?
Well, it means that we get paired up with a specific canoe from a specific paddling team. We carry their extra gear as well as refreshments such as energy bars and water, and their substitute paddlers.
The length of the race is approximately 41 miles across open ocean, from one island to another… so the paddlers have substitution changes about every 15 to 20 minutes. We’ll drop the “fresh” paddlers (the ones on the boat with us) into a predetermined spot in the ocean ahead of the canoe and as the canoe is passing, the paddlers in need of rest (again predetermined) will “jump” out and the new paddlers will climb in.
It’s a very exciting exchange and the competition itself is amazing to watch.
Anyways, a few days before the race was to take place, my husband and I were pre-checking our boat… making sure everything was working properly as well as prepping the supplies we would need for the drive over to the other island and the drive back.
Kainalu comes with us everywhere. So, of course, he was with us as we were completing these errands. And that day, he just so happened…