Ben Cooke
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Kayaking at Pyramid Lake was less of a “day out” and more of a spiritual awakening with paddles. First of all, the lake itself is so glassy and calm that I briefly considered proposing to it. Secondly, the kayaks glide smoother than a buttered penguin on a marble floor.
But the true jewel of this aquatic adventure? Gentleman Sam. Imagine if Crocodile Dundee and Hugh Jackman had a baby who was raised exclusively on Tim Tams and charm school, that’s him. With a single flick of his Aussie-accented tongue, he had us all feeling like seasoned explorers about to discover Atlantis.
Sam didn’t just sort us out with kayaks. No. He bestowed upon us vessels of destiny. He handed me a paddle like it was Excalibur, whispered “you’ll be right, mate,” and suddenly I knew deep in my bones that I could conquer both the lake and possibly the entire Canadian wilderness.
We laughed, we paddled, we yelled “quack quack” at confused ducks who were definitely judging our technique. At one point, I’m pretty sure I saw the reflection of Sam’s moustache (or was it an aura?) shimmering on the lake, guiding us like a southern-hemisphere lighthouse.
By the end, I was wet, sore, spiritually enlightened, and 37% more Australian than when I started. Pyramid Lake kayaking: highly recommend. Gentleman Sam: should probably run for Prime Minister of Earth.