You’ll paddle calm waters with local oyster farmers in Batemans Bay, taste oysters fresh from the Clyde River, and learn about farming techniques firsthand. Expect laughter over shucked shells and quiet moments drifting past working farms—plus plenty of time to ask questions or just float and take it all in.
Your day includes all kayaking equipment, a professional guide leading paddle practice and safety intro, an opening demonstration at the Oyster Shed with tastings of two local oyster varieties straight from the river that morning—and plenty of chances to chat with fourth-generation farmers before paddling back along the Clyde River estuary.
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The first stop was the Oyster Shed on Wray Street. Greg waved us in from his little pontoon, boots splattered with mud. He cracked open an oyster right in front of us — I swear I’ve never tasted anything so cold and briny. Enola explained how they farm two different varieties here; she made it sound both simple and impossibly complicated at once. I tried repeating some oyster terms back to her but definitely butchered them (she laughed). We sat there eating oysters that had been pulled from the river that morning, plates balanced on our knees, sun warming our backs.
Afterwards we paddled through rows of floating baskets and packing sheds — it felt weirdly peaceful drifting between these quiet little patches of industry. Jade pointed out how you can tell which racks are ready for harvest by their color, which honestly surprised me because I’d never thought about oysters having “seasons.” You can buy more oysters at the end if you want; some people loaded up their kayaks like grocery carts. By then my arms were tired but I didn’t really care — there’s something about being out there that sticks with you for a while.

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