You may be wondering what I do in my free time. For the
first couple months of my employment with NOC, I couldn’t really answer that
question because I simply didn’t have any free time. I worked six or even seven
days a week. Rare was the day in which I did not go rafting. All the paddling
for work made the only real hobby available in the Nantahala Gorge (paddling)
rather unappealing. If I had an opportunity to spend a few hours high and dry
on shore, I took it. But as the season went on, I started to envy my friends
who could boat to work. Finally, I too started kayaking the Nantahala.
The season winding down has been a mixed bag for my new
hobby. On the bright side, I have more free time and am far less exhausted
after work. However, boats are harder to borrow because so few people are still
around. Thus, in order to maximize what time I have left living on-river, I
decided to buy my very own boat.
At first, I thought it would be easy. I heard plenty of
stories of people dropping a hundred or two hundred dollars on a big bucket of
plastic for a first boat. I went online and searched around for used boats. I
found plenty available, but when I started asking more knowledgeable boaters
about which ones would be good beginner boats for me, I faced a crushing
reality. Whitewater kayaking is not a sport popular with small people. Boats
are built primarily for men who weigh at least fifty pounds more than I do.
While I didn’t think that was such a big deal, I assumed I could outfit any
boat to fit me, my friends warned me that paddling a boat that was too big was a
quick way to guarantee I would not enjoy the sport.
So I searched and I searched for a small boat. In the
beginning, I was very insistent about staying in my price range (low), and I
took a long time to research a boat before contacting the seller. Of course,
this limited my options, and I saw a lot of boats sold before I even had a
chance to make an offer.
Finally, while browsing the used boat ads online, I found
the perfect boat. Without going into too much detail, it’s a very popular
design used by paddling instruction schools. The boat I found is the smallest
manufactured, designed for youths and smaller paddlers. It was being sold by a
paddler moving out West who had never really gotten into the sport, only taking
the boat out a dozen or so times. It had a few battle scars from close
encounters with rocks, but nothing significant. It was also $600.
I almost passed it up completely. That’s quite the chunk of
change to spend on a toy, but I talked it over with the local boaters who
unanimously declared that it was a great boat and a bargain at that price. I
contacted the seller, figuring they could be talked down.
They could not. I very nearly wound up in a bidding war. The
seller had another interested buyer. I could drive over to TN that day and see
the boat, but the seller threatened that it would only be worth my time if I
was prepared to offer more than $600. I checked in with the staff of the
Outfitters’ Store at NOC. They confirmed that $600 was a bargain, but warned
not to go above $750. I told the seller that I had cash and could come
immediately. The seller agreed to meet in two hours, I hopped in a friend’s
car, and we were off like a rocket.
After a few stops at various ATMs to acquire the necessary cash,
we arrived at the designated parking lot to await the arrival of the seller and
the boat. Turns out, the seller was a girl almost exactly my size, which was a
very good sign. The boat was slightly more used than I initially anticipated,
but still in near-perfect condition. Most importantly, it fit like a dream. I
was ready to buy it, but scared to open negotiations, afraid the only direction
they would go was up. Instead, I just whipped out a pre-counted stack of bills
and handed it to her.
Instead of counting it, she just asked how much it was. I
told her it was six hundred, she nodded and asked me if I wanted a skirt as
well. I did. The skirt doesn’t fit me, but I plan to sell it. She also gave me
some extra foam to use in outfitting the boat. Could I have driven a harder
bargain? Possibly, the other buyer may have been a myth. But far more
importantly, I finally have a boat of my own.
At the time of writing, she has not yet been paddled, but
she has been thoroughly admired by the locals. People here are so nuts about
boats that one neighbor identified the boat with his eyes closed, just by
feeling the hull. A few tried to get in the boat themselves, but none of them
could fit comfortably. Currently, she’s sitting in my shed, and tonight she was
utilized as overflow seating (when the bed and hammock were both in use). I’m
still suffering a bit of sticker shock. It’s tough to spend that kind of money
when you earn minimum wage, but I am beyond excited to join my friends “goin’
boatin’”.
For the curious, my new boat is a 2013 Dagger Mamba 7.6.