towed it to 40th st, paddled down to 6th st. parked at kayak pittsburgh, walked to town, ate an eggplant sandwich, paddled back east (saw saltm513 on an abandoned boat), docked at the island, then back to 40th.
thanks to kayak pgh and ted for watching our canoe.
the private club dock near right by nature which we tried to dock at (so we could go to the grocery store and come right back!) was not so welcoming. yacht club types and bike/canoe punx don’t mix, who knew!
the snotty yacht club dude actually dangled a pair of keys in front of my face and said, “you’ll need THESE to get back in.”
i should have snatched them and ran like in the 80’s movies. *cue “love is a battlefield”*
That’s really cool! Congratulation! My grandpa used to do this 50 years ago, and the little carrier is still in his basement. He would put his bike in the canoe, though. I don’t really see what prevents you from doing it??
Now, I really want to give it a try next time I visit the family’s house.