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Pedal, pedal, pedal the boat

Against the current

Pedaling on the lake.
Pedaling on the lake.

I rearranged my legs with more force than necessary. The wooden bed-frame creaked, and I followed the note with an overtly audible adjusting of my half of the comforter, balling it up so I could prop my iPad on my lap. As expected, David stirred beside me. “What time is it?” he asked. It came out as a slur; his eyes remained closed.

“It’s almost eight,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t turn over to check the clock on his side of the bed. I’d rounded up from 7:32. “Start coming to life. I’m taking you on a surprise adventure today.”

David grumbled. “I thought we had nothing going on today. Remember how you said we were going to sleep in? This is earlier than we wake up when we’re not sleeping in.”

“Well, I woke up early, I realized we have this whole day with nothing planned, and I thought, why not take advantage of it? If we’re going to have a real day off, we need to get out of here; I don’t want to be stuck around the house because I know I’ll just end up squandering all this free time on Reddit, Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. I did a little research, and now I have a plan, and we are going on an adventure.”

David didn’t ask after my plans — he likes surprises. With a half-hearted smile and a longing look at his pillow, he dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. I instructed him to wear comfortable clothing and shoes that could get wet. “There’s going to be an activity,” I said. David’s brows furrowed at the last word. “Don’t be apprehensive — it’ll be fun. I promise.”

A major downside to surprising people is that you can never be sure they’re going to like the surprise. Once we were in the car, I wanted to lower David’s expectations. As we headed east on Interstate 8, I jokingly counted down the exits to Viejas Casino. I even went so far as to switch on the blinker and slow down when the exit came up. “Nah, just kidding,” I said. “I know you hate casinos.” David remained unruffled.

Sky over hillside along Sunrise Hwy

It had been cold and overcast in San Diego, but as we made our way further east, the sky cleared and the temperature display on my dashboard climbed from 64 to 80 degrees. I was winding my way up Highway 79 when I lowered the music and said, “Okay, so...”

“You don’t know how to get where you’re going, do you,” David said.

Geese on Lake Cuyamaca

“I just need you to double check the map on my phone. You probably figured out by now that we’re heading toward Julian, but what you didn’t know is that we’re going to Lake Cuyamaca first. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” David said with a smile. “I’m still a bit dubious about this ‘activity’ you have planned. I mean, rock-climbing, corporate team-building exercises, finger-painting with kindergarteners, those are activities. No one ever talks about going out for cocktails as an ‘activity.’”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

I pulled into the parking lot of the tackle shop at the lake and made David wait in the car while I went inside. When I returned, I handed the waiver I’d just signed in both of our names to David and finally disclosed, “We’re going pedal-boating!” I held my smile, but I was carefully studying David’s face for any sign of disappointment. “This’ll be fun, right?”

“Yes. I mean...you do realize that it’s high noon on a cloudless day, and that it only takes five minutes for me to burn.”

“No problem. I have sunscreen in my purse,” I announced cheerily.

“Ewww, ick. I hate sunscreen,” said David. When he saw my face fall, he was quick to recover. He plastered on a huge smile and said, “It’s no big deal. This will be great! Really, I’m so happy you planned it.”

“Right? And it’s a gorgeous day.” My smiled broadened. “Check it out,” I said, waving the blue paper in my hand. “It says they charge for towing if you get stuck out there. I guess some people pedal out into the lake, tucker out, and can’t make it back. Weird, right?” David — still smiling, but with eyes widened — nodded.

We walked along the aluminum dock and were greeted by a teenaged boy. He led us to a trunk, from which he extracted two of the saddest looking life vests I’d ever seen. Three foam rectangles held together by filthy, overused orange canvas.

“I signed a waiver and I can swim,” I said. “I shouldn’t have to wear this.” The response I got was along the lines of, “You want in the boat, you gotta wear the vest.” I huffed as I snatched it out of his hands and then winced as the canvas that had soaked in the sweat and germs of so many touched my bare neck. So as not to detract from the shiny disposition I’d been maintaining since I passive-aggressively woke David, I forced a smile and said, “Okay, let’s do this!”

Despite having told David how to dress for the occasion, I somehow managed to leave the house in long, flared jeans. As we pushed off from the dock they began to wick up all of the water puddled beneath the pedals. We’d been pedaling for about five minutes against the current (I’d expected a placid surface and hadn’t accounted for the strong wind) when I suggested we take a break and enjoy the scenery for a minute.

Ghost trees along Sunrise Highway

“So, after this, we’re going to have lunch in Julian and tool around for a while, and then we’ll take the Sunrise Highway back — you’ve never been on that road — and check out the stunning vistas.”

“That sounds great,” David said. He leaned back in the boat and smiled.

“They weren’t kidding when they called this vigorous,” I said as we began pedaling again, fighting the current that seemed intent on carrying us into a mess of fishing lines (the docks, shores, and surrounding boats were brimming with weekend anglers). “And I can’t stand this vest.” I sighed. “But this is fun, right? I like being on the water. Maybe next time we’ll get a boat with a motor and bring a bottle of chilled wine. It would be way more relaxing.”

David enjoying a post-pedaling drink

“A sunset cocktail cruise? Now that seems more my speed,” David said. “But, hey, this is fun, too.” Floating alone in the middle of the lake, we held hands and watched the delicate blue dragonflies dance over the water.

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Pedaling on the lake.
Pedaling on the lake.

I rearranged my legs with more force than necessary. The wooden bed-frame creaked, and I followed the note with an overtly audible adjusting of my half of the comforter, balling it up so I could prop my iPad on my lap. As expected, David stirred beside me. “What time is it?” he asked. It came out as a slur; his eyes remained closed.

“It’s almost eight,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t turn over to check the clock on his side of the bed. I’d rounded up from 7:32. “Start coming to life. I’m taking you on a surprise adventure today.”

David grumbled. “I thought we had nothing going on today. Remember how you said we were going to sleep in? This is earlier than we wake up when we’re not sleeping in.”

“Well, I woke up early, I realized we have this whole day with nothing planned, and I thought, why not take advantage of it? If we’re going to have a real day off, we need to get out of here; I don’t want to be stuck around the house because I know I’ll just end up squandering all this free time on Reddit, Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. I did a little research, and now I have a plan, and we are going on an adventure.”

David didn’t ask after my plans — he likes surprises. With a half-hearted smile and a longing look at his pillow, he dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. I instructed him to wear comfortable clothing and shoes that could get wet. “There’s going to be an activity,” I said. David’s brows furrowed at the last word. “Don’t be apprehensive — it’ll be fun. I promise.”

A major downside to surprising people is that you can never be sure they’re going to like the surprise. Once we were in the car, I wanted to lower David’s expectations. As we headed east on Interstate 8, I jokingly counted down the exits to Viejas Casino. I even went so far as to switch on the blinker and slow down when the exit came up. “Nah, just kidding,” I said. “I know you hate casinos.” David remained unruffled.

Sky over hillside along Sunrise Hwy

It had been cold and overcast in San Diego, but as we made our way further east, the sky cleared and the temperature display on my dashboard climbed from 64 to 80 degrees. I was winding my way up Highway 79 when I lowered the music and said, “Okay, so...”

“You don’t know how to get where you’re going, do you,” David said.

Geese on Lake Cuyamaca

“I just need you to double check the map on my phone. You probably figured out by now that we’re heading toward Julian, but what you didn’t know is that we’re going to Lake Cuyamaca first. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is,” David said with a smile. “I’m still a bit dubious about this ‘activity’ you have planned. I mean, rock-climbing, corporate team-building exercises, finger-painting with kindergarteners, those are activities. No one ever talks about going out for cocktails as an ‘activity.’”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

I pulled into the parking lot of the tackle shop at the lake and made David wait in the car while I went inside. When I returned, I handed the waiver I’d just signed in both of our names to David and finally disclosed, “We’re going pedal-boating!” I held my smile, but I was carefully studying David’s face for any sign of disappointment. “This’ll be fun, right?”

“Yes. I mean...you do realize that it’s high noon on a cloudless day, and that it only takes five minutes for me to burn.”

“No problem. I have sunscreen in my purse,” I announced cheerily.

“Ewww, ick. I hate sunscreen,” said David. When he saw my face fall, he was quick to recover. He plastered on a huge smile and said, “It’s no big deal. This will be great! Really, I’m so happy you planned it.”

“Right? And it’s a gorgeous day.” My smiled broadened. “Check it out,” I said, waving the blue paper in my hand. “It says they charge for towing if you get stuck out there. I guess some people pedal out into the lake, tucker out, and can’t make it back. Weird, right?” David — still smiling, but with eyes widened — nodded.

We walked along the aluminum dock and were greeted by a teenaged boy. He led us to a trunk, from which he extracted two of the saddest looking life vests I’d ever seen. Three foam rectangles held together by filthy, overused orange canvas.

“I signed a waiver and I can swim,” I said. “I shouldn’t have to wear this.” The response I got was along the lines of, “You want in the boat, you gotta wear the vest.” I huffed as I snatched it out of his hands and then winced as the canvas that had soaked in the sweat and germs of so many touched my bare neck. So as not to detract from the shiny disposition I’d been maintaining since I passive-aggressively woke David, I forced a smile and said, “Okay, let’s do this!”

Despite having told David how to dress for the occasion, I somehow managed to leave the house in long, flared jeans. As we pushed off from the dock they began to wick up all of the water puddled beneath the pedals. We’d been pedaling for about five minutes against the current (I’d expected a placid surface and hadn’t accounted for the strong wind) when I suggested we take a break and enjoy the scenery for a minute.

Ghost trees along Sunrise Highway

“So, after this, we’re going to have lunch in Julian and tool around for a while, and then we’ll take the Sunrise Highway back — you’ve never been on that road — and check out the stunning vistas.”

“That sounds great,” David said. He leaned back in the boat and smiled.

“They weren’t kidding when they called this vigorous,” I said as we began pedaling again, fighting the current that seemed intent on carrying us into a mess of fishing lines (the docks, shores, and surrounding boats were brimming with weekend anglers). “And I can’t stand this vest.” I sighed. “But this is fun, right? I like being on the water. Maybe next time we’ll get a boat with a motor and bring a bottle of chilled wine. It would be way more relaxing.”

David enjoying a post-pedaling drink

“A sunset cocktail cruise? Now that seems more my speed,” David said. “But, hey, this is fun, too.” Floating alone in the middle of the lake, we held hands and watched the delicate blue dragonflies dance over the water.

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Barbarella,

I really think David should get some kind of award for putting up with you and your zany ideas. Reading about the ups and downs of your lives brings to mind some kind of contemporary version of "I Love Lucy."

In any case, I would like to recommend, if you do want to spend a nice day on a lake in a boat without working up a sweat, that you go east and then south not north, to Lake Morena. You can rent a nifty motor boat inexpensively and you don't need to know anything more than how to pull the cord and push right to go left. The lake is large enough to keep you entertained for at least half a day, and you can land on certain shorelines and visit old Indian village sites. If you want to go large, you can pop for fishing licenses and really have some fun. Freshwater sushi, anyone?

Lastly, since I can see you guys are trying to find fun things to do that don't lead to alcoholism, I'd like to recommend you try riding Segways. I guarantee you will love it. There are two outfits in town and I've tried both and would recommend either one--they are both great, with fun staff, thrilling tours and will not cost an arm and a leg. You might even snag a Groupon coupon and save a few buck to put toward your fishing licenses.

Enjoy. Babalooo!

June 14, 2012

Thanks for the wonderful recommendations! That lake sounds perfect for a relaxing day out (with lots of sunscreen, or maybe even a big umbrella). I have NEVER ridden a Segway. I've been dying to take one of those tours and write about it, just haven't gotten around to actually scheduling it. I happened upon a few of them while strolling around Seaport Village recently. Everyone looked super dorky, but they also looked like they were having a great time. Okay, it's back on my radar. Thanks again! :)

June 14, 2012

Hi B, So you're up there exploring Lake Cuyamaca, Julian and the legendary Sunrise Highway. Should you want a whole lot of tips about those and many other adventures in our special outdoors world, check my website www.outdoorssandiego.com. This incorporates places and activities from "Outdoors San Diego: Hiking, Biking & Camping" (with Jack Farnan). Keep on exploring -- I enjoy your Reader tales, as I noted when our paths crossed at some scribblers' networking event awhile back. Tom Leech, [email protected]

June 20, 2012

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