Old but true:

I was up at the Canadian Tire by the Cat Centre, buying a Coleman cooler to have in the trunk of the car for our frequent trips up to the local Provincial Parks. And there she was. The Challenger K1 inflatable kayak. And, almost as if the Water Gods themselves had decreed that I take up a watersport, the K1 was on sale for half price. Of course, with the two life jackets and a pump and a paddle, the other half of the half price was quickly spent. But that was no matter. I owned a kayak. A big kayak in "rubber ducky" yellow. Pretty soon, I had her inflated and out on the lake and I was hooked. A trip or two to Peak Experience and Trailhead later, I was a kayak aficionado. I know the difference between a hard and a soft chine, that coaming isn’t something you do to your hair and that roto-molding is good enough, but you should try to get kevlar.
The only problem with my yellow kayak is this; it’s a solo kayak. If you get creative, you can get a squirmy three year old up onto your lap and sort of half-paddle around for about ten minutes before you and the child get tired of the cramped co- existence in the kayak. So, recently, we rented a two-person kayak and took it up to one of our favourite local beaches. My wife and I had rented a two-person kayak before, a few years ago, while in the Dominican Republic. Neither one of us had kayaked before and needless to say it ended badly. I realise now why they are nicknamed "divorce boats."
So, we were a bit apprehensive setting off with a three-year-old who could suddenly turn squirmy in the middle of the lake. However, he decided that he was the "captain" and sat quietly in his "Captain’s Chair" while my wife and I paddled, remarkably in synch, and managed to find our way around the lake with no undue marital stress.
The great thing about the Kingston Area is that it is so close to so many great areas in which to "get away from it all"