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    Watauga Kayak

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    My grandson Charlie, right, and our Watauga Kayak river guide, Teresa. Her smile shows she loves what she does.

    The green banks of the Watauga were flooded with the recent rains, yet the water was so clean I could see the tops of the forget-me-nots three feet below my kayak. Our guide, Teresa Nidiffer, was telling Charlie and I about how beautiful they would be in just a couple of months when the water recedes and they go into full bloom. The tops of cattails swirled under the boat and Teresa had to talk a little louder because of the roar of rushing water up ahead. I held my boat back a bit and watched her line though the waves and white caps.

    With the water so high, all I had to do was keep the kayak straight, but some of the icy water splashed high enough to wet my shirt above the kayak skirt that kept the inside of the kayak dry. At the bottom of the run of fast water, Teresa turned the double kayak she and Charlie were riding in around to face me as I approached. She was smiling and Charlie’s grin exposed a lot of teeth. She turned their kayak back down the river and called over her shoulder, “Now, let’s go pick some of those blackberries I was telling Charlie about.”

    Every summer, my grandson Charlie Jordan and I take a trip. We call our summer journeys “vagabonding,” from the word that defines a wanderer and the word that denotes joining. Our trips are one-on-one, the only other participant sometimes being Larry the Wonderdog. The goal is to travel to where we want to go, do what we want to do, and sleep where we find ourselves when we decide to stop. If we possibly can, we boondock. Boondocking is the practice of camping in places that aren’t really campgrounds. This summer our destination was the Johnson City, Tennessee area, and since it was summer, we decided a little river float might be a viable addition to our trip. The Watauga River meanders through the area and we chose Watauga Kayak to be our guides on the water. While the Watauga is beautiful in summer, it’s even more scenic in fall and now’s the time to plan a river trip.

    The Great Smoky Mountains are a great location to connect with nature, but while many of the outfitter operations available there begin with a passion for the outdoors, they eventually become nothing more than a business. Choosing an outfitter or guide who has everything you need for the trip is one thing, but choosing an outfitter or guide who has a genuine passion for what they do will make the trip even better. Outfitters with a real love of what they do make this connection easier to find. It’s reflected in the lives they lead, and the joy they have from doing what they do is apparent. We made an excellent choice.

    I love the outdoors and I’m happy to see others participating in outdoor activities. Often, a vacation trip excursion can grow into a passion for the outdoors, and change a person’s life. Being outdoors puts life in perspective; it reaffirms our connection to the world we live in and this is more important than ever because of the digital isolation provided by technology.

    Even the fast water is negotiable for the novice kayaker, and the view is magnificent.

    Even the fast water is negotiable for the novice kayaker, and the view is magnificent.

    There’s another reason I take my grandkids on outdoor trips, and I believe it’s even more important. I want my grandkids to meet and see the people who live differently than them. I want them to experience humanity in broad strokes. I make it a point on these trips to talk to strangers who can offer a different perspective. I especially like to meet those people who live most of their lives outdoors and see what the experience does for them. I’ve been doing vagabonding trips for eight years now, and every time we do them we meet several people who make a lasting impression on both my grandchild and me.

    Our guide Teresa Nidiffer was one of those folks. Fourteen years ago, Teresa found herself in need of an activity to keep herself active and decided to try a kayak trip. She loved it so much she encouraged her friends to try it and the passion expanded to youth, women’s, and church groups. She spends almost every day on the river during the season and a lot of them in the off-season. She even kayaks the river in the snow and says it’s one of the prettiest times.

    Kids like Charlie see this and I think the impression it makes is a vital part of their development. Later that night, Charlie and I sat at the edge of the woods above a boat ramp and discussed his future. He was unsure of what he wanted to do for a living. He mentioned some past interests, but at 11, he was mature enough to be realistic. At one point, he said, “I suppose I may wind up having a job where I wear a suit to work every day.” There was a certain resignation in the statement. He then asked me if I was happy with my choice of careers and I explained that success came in different forms and I like what I do now, but I also liked what I did in the business world. Meeting people like Teresa offers Charlie a chance to see an alternative form of success.

    On the way home, we talked about the things we did on this trip. Besides our kayak trip, we visited the Gray Fossil Center, and went on a striper fishing excursion. We also cooked our own meals, talked a lot, and ate ice cream. We came home closer than ever. On the way home, I described some childhood memories. Charlie told me things his mom, Julie, had told him about growing up with me, her dad. At one point, I told Charlie about something funny he’d done when he was about two. He told me he couldn’t remember that far back. Things got quiet and then he sat back in his seat, smiled, and said, “I’m just glad that when I get older I can remember trips like this.”

    That’s what vagabonding is all about.

    Images by Dick Jones