The joy of being an uncle is that you can enjoy a relationship with your nieces and nephews that is unencumbered by years of established patterns that exist between parent and child. My niece Rachel is a smart and beautiful young woman who is already an accomplished ballroom dancer at the age of 15. Like her mother, she is something of a fashionista and her idea of fun leans more towards an afternoon at the shopping mall than a walk through the woods. I decided, with very little input from her (an uncle’s prerogative) that she needed to join me on a kayak outing. The fact that she liked the color of the paddling shirt I provided (hint to her mother that she would like a rain coat in this hue) and that I could offer her a selection of sun hats to choose from worked in my favor. Before she could say “boo” we were in my car headed for a nearby put in. After a brief review of basic paddling strokes, she was on the water where we spent a few minutes practicing before setting off downstream for the Old North Bridge. Rachel’s dainty little stabs at the water soon gave way to powerful strokes that propelled her with great speed. By the end of our three mile round trip she had mastered forward and reverse sweep strokes, could easily perform a 360 degree turn and was able to steer with great accuracy. We encountered several Blue Herons and a couple of turtles which we glided right up to for close viewing. Rachel was undaunted by my reports of trolls which lived under the bridges or alligators that infested the river. She did, however, seem genuinely terrified when a tiny fish jumped out of the water near her kayak. Apparently her next uncle-niece outing will need to include a fishing pole, an adventure I will leave to my brother Mark, the master angler of the family.