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August 28, 2016

Frogma
Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond. (with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)

Coney Island Fireworks Paddle

Last night, a friend and I pulled off a paddle I've been wanting to do for ages, paddling from Sebago to Coney Island for the fireworks which are set off every Friday night from the first weekend in June through the Friday before Labor Day at the Coney Island Cyclones stadium. I realized earlier in the week that there were only 2 left this year, checked the tides, and discovered that last night's timing was just about perfect. The weather cooperated too, this is a highly weather-sensitive trip since you are heading out of the shelter of Jamaica Bay and into the more open water of the Lower Harbor, and kayaks aren't allowed to land along the swimming beaches of Coney Island and Brighton Beach. Winds of 8 kts, 1 foot waves was fine. I posted it on the club's google group early in the week.

We launched at about 6:50; I would've liked to be on the water sooner but I left work a little late and public transportation wasn't quite cooperative enough, but it all worked out fine; my timing had included time for a stop on the beach just beyond the Marine Park Bridge, because of the landing issues beyond there, and as it worked out, the friend who joined me and I were both OK with staying in our boats for the duration. We got to Coney Island by 9:20 and then there was a bit of a wait -- the fireworks schedule I'd seen said 9:30 to 10:15, and this turned out to be the time range for the start of the show, not the overall duration (I should've guessed that, a 45 minute fireworks show is like Macy's 4th of July level, not weekly minor league baseball fun level), but it was lovely sitting just off the beach, and we entertained ourselves for quite a while with making the bioluminescent critters light up. I'd been splashing in the water with my hands when I hit something round and slimy; I guessed it was a comb jelly and I stirred my paddle through the water, remembering seeing them light up when disturbed by a paddle stroke in Rhode Island a few years ago. First try nothing happened but a little later I got a couple to light up, and when Margrethe saw that she tried it too, and I think we sat there stirring the water with our paddles for a good ten minutes! There were comb jellies, as I'd guessed, and then some smaller creatures that just flashed in little pinpoints of light. Far from the amazing bioluminescent bay TQ and I and the friends we went sailing with in January 2014 got to visit in Vieques, but fun to see right there in our own local water. 


Fireworks finally started I think around 9:50 - I was a little worried about the lateness, but it turns out they wait for the end of the game, and any concerns I had were mostly allayed by the presence of a few dozen motorboats that were waiting a little farther offshore. There'd been a few when we arrived and then at some point I turned around and realized that an entire fleet had turned up!

The fireworks were great, we were almost directly underneath them. In fact, I backed up at one point when a firework that featured glittering sparks that fell towards the water - some of them were still glittering when they hit the water, and in fact, as Margrethe and I were leaving after the show, we found a floating ember that took a surprisingly long time to die!

I called this one an "exploratory" since I hadn't tried it before; it went off pretty much exactly as I'd planned it. It does make for a very late night, we returned to the club at 12:30 (I'd just estimated "after midnight"), and it's a long paddle (nearly 19 miles), so I'm thinking I should look at shorter distances to make it more appealing to more clubmates - it was awesome having them going off right over our heads like that, and having the background of the Wonder Wheel and the Cyclone and the rest of the amusement park rides was really neat, but I think the view from anywhere from the Marine Park Bridge out to Kingsborough College (eastern end of Coney) would still be pretty enjoyable while being much less intensive. But I will do this version again for myself and anybody who's feeling ambitious - this was FUN.

As for myself, I was delighted to find that although I did feel this paddle, it was well within my ability; this is the longest paddle I've done since I finished with cancer treatments and surgery in spring, and I've clearly improved since my 11-mile paddle to visit the Hokule'a in Dead Horse Bay - trip report here, I mentioned that I was going to be sore the next day (and I was) but what I didn't mention was that I totally ran out of gas about 3 miles out from the club and absolutely CRAWLED back (I made fun of myself for going solo but in a way, that may have been for the best, as I was able to just focus on getting back to Sebago without worrying about making people wait for me). This one, I was definitely feeling like I'd had a good workout by the end, but there was nothing like that. I've been feeling like I've been getting it back together, nice to have confirmation like that!

And that's enough trip report writing - on with the pix! Click for slideshow view. 

























by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at August 28, 2016 03:08 am

August 27, 2016

Padlemia
En blogg om padling og annet friluftsliv i (hovedsakelig) Vesterålen

Protestpadling del 2 - bevar Andøya flystasjon

Jeg var i sommer ute på protestpadling. Regjeringen vil kutte i forsvaret, og blant annet legge ned Andøya flystasjon. Der befinner orion seg, som overvåker havområdene våre. Det vil de erstatte med droner. Tallgrunnlaget holder de mye hemmelig, sånn at ingen kan få ettergått om de stemmer - av de tallene som er offentliggjort, er det avdekket diverse feil, så det kan man jo forstå.

Dette liker vi ikke, og det stinker svidde muffins. Derav protestpadling. Dette innlegget starter i Otervika der jeg overnattet, dag 2. Første etappe finner du HER.

I Otervika er det mye å se, både av det ene og det andre slaget.

Litt utradisjonelle fotspor på stranda – det holder sauer til her, men de plaget ikke meg. De var rolige, så det var heldigvis lite bjelleklang. Dessuten var stranda så bratt øverst at det ble sånne bang-bølger (dumping) rundt flo, så de fleste lyder ble i grunnen overdøvet.

Det kunne se ut for at her har vært en ryddeaksjon, uten at noen har hentet søppelet og fått det levert hos renovasjonsselskapet.

Tilføyelse: Sjekket litt opp i dette, og det viser seg å stemme. Speiderne har vært flinke og har ryddet her, men så har været vært så dårlig at de ikke hadde fått hentet det. Så det blir nok noen å ta seg av etter hvert, får vi tro. Flott at folk prøver å rydde! Her fylles det nok jevnlig på, ut mot storhavet.

Bleiksøya lå og fristet der ute. Jeg droppet det kvelden før, men nå var jo sola på denne siden, mindre drag i sjøen og i det hele tatt… Dessuten er det jo en 10 på skjæret-post!

Det var nydelig vær, og flott å se på fjellene som omkranser stranda.

Etter en stund kom denne her sigende mistenkelig sakte forbi. Først tenkte jeg det var en fiskebåt, men så syntes jeg den så litt kjent ut… Kunne det være… Joda. AIS har bekreftet etterpå, at dette er Hanse Explorer. Den samme cruisebåten Wenche og jeg møtte da vi på Trollfjorden-tur et par dager tidligere.

Bleiksøya er fuglereservat, og det er ikke vanskelig å skjønne hvorfor. Det var mye fugl her, sånn som denne skarven her. Den var nok ganske fersk tror jeg, for den hadde lite lyst til å lette.

Samtidig som jeg fulgte med på ting som skjedde på øya, måtte jeg også kikke bortover der jeg skulle – det var nemlig utrolig fint den veien, med spennende skyer. Dette lot til å bli en flott dag.

Teist på rekke og rad.

Det er kanskje ikke så rart at dette er et populært fotomotiv. Det er ei flott øy.

For en herlig dag!

Passende nok, jeg har aldri sett så mange fly i luften på en enkelt dag tror jeg, bortsett fra på flyshow, som jeg gjorde på denne protestpadledagen. De aller fleste var nok også Orion-fly. Jeg følte det litt som at de takket for støtten, selv om de neppe merket at jeg var der nede på havflata, eller at jeg heiet.

Her var det egentlig ikke meningen å padle. Her har jeg alltid padlet innenfor, imellom et sted. Men nå var det såpass drag i havet og fra en slik retning at det var vanskelig å se forholdene igjennom (det så ut for at det brøt igjen der), og ikke greit å ta turen gjennom fra den siden jeg kom. Så jeg padlet rundt, og det var i grunnen greit for da fikk jeg jo sett denne knausen fra yttersia også.

Men nå begynte jeg å bli litt sulten, så jeg satte kursen mot land for å finne et fint sted å gå i land for en snackpause og fb-oppdatering. (Protestpadlere må jo prioritere sånt.)

Stilig fjell.

Stilig skjær.

Beste av fem selfier… Ikke enkelt, dette.

Denne stranden var egentlig opptatt av sauer da jeg kom. Jeg spurte dem hva de syntes om foreslått nedlegging av flystasjonen – de snudde ryggen til og forlot, hele gjengen. Det sier vel det meste.

Karibien? Nei, enda bedre.

Det er jo egentlig helt fantastisk for omgivelser vi har innen et par timers kjøring (og padling).

Det var flott på land, men jeg skulle jo videre. Det dukket opp en småbåt så jeg tok på meg den grelle vesten, og han kjørte meg ikke ned. Det kom også noen vindpust, sånn at det ikke ble så infernalsk varmt lenger, herlig.


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Jeg satte kursen innom stranden på Stave også. Såpass varmt som det var drakk jeg mye, dermed stadige behov for å komme på land. Og neste etappe er i utgangspunktet en mil – reservat med ilandstigningsforbud.

På land ventet en melding. "Nu kjem tåka her, i superfart!" Det var ikke helt oppløftende. Dette var riktignok i Bø, men det er også i Vesterålen. Hm.

Det var skyer, men ikke tåke underveis som jeg kunne se.



Jeg satte ut og begynte å padle bortover. I området den neste mila er det mange grunner og skjær. Jeg så etterhvert grått slør ute i havet. Hm. Jeg snudde og padlet der vi hadde stoppet for to år siden, og gikk i land der. Jeg avventer situasjonen. Riktignok er jeg rustet for tåkepadling og jeg blir neppe kjørt ned av andre båter i slikt støvelhav – men jeg var lei tåkepadling, og mange skjær som bryter kombinert med dårlig sikt var ikke helt drømmesituasjonen. Dessuten ville jeg gjerne SE noe, når jeg skulle padle her for første gang.

Avventing. I sør kom det et skylag, men dette så ikke ut som tåke? Og beveget seg ganske sakte?

Hm, her skjedde det endringer noe litt raskere… Kommer tåka inn fra havet?

Jeg begynte å vurdere diverse plan B. Padle tilbake til fin strand og campe der til dagen etter, se på flott kveldshimmel og vente der til avklaring?

Svaret ga seg selv like etter, det var som om noen klappet i hendene, så var tåka der. Under denne tåkedotten hadde jeg tenkt kveldshimmel. Det så ikke lenger så sannsynlig ut.

Jeg sjekket bussen. Den måtte jeg ha bestilt dagen før, hvis den skulle gå. Og på nummeret var det ingen som svarte da jeg ringte for å høre om andre hadde bestilt, sånn at jeg også kunne ta den. Så ringte drosje isteden.

Sånn sluttet altså denne turen. Det var helt i innspurten av ferien min, og det fristet lite å legge meg til i en tåke jeg ikke visste hvor lenge ville vare. (Fasiten sier i ettertid at jeg ville sløst bort et døgn.) For øvrig kom bussen likevel, men da var det jo for sent for meg å rekke den. Så det ble ti ganger så dyrt som det kunne blitt, om ruta hadde vært fast. Jaja.

Greit nok, turen kom absolutt ut i pluss totalt sett. Den var kjempeflott så lenge den varte, og en helsides oppslag i avisa får være god uttelling også. Artikkelen er forresten også på nett, HER.

Vil du støtte saken, kan det gjøres sånn her:
Foreningen Bevar Andøya flystasjon (Finnes på Facebook)
- Organisasjonsnr: 917505330 - Kontonr: 4570 17 78972 - VIPPS: 28980 - mCASH: 97961172 - http://www.bevarandoy.no/

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at August 27, 2016 03:48 pm

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Channel islands "Grand tour" (3/3)

Maîtresse Île, Les Minquiers

Navigation :
Le Raz Blanchard :
Nous avons traversé le Raz avec un faible coefficient de marée. ( coef 39, le 14 juillet 2016 ). Le vent était de 8 à 10 nds de NW presque toute la traversée ( env. 3H15 ) avec un courant portant au SW. Au vu du tableau recensant les secours déjà effectués en 2016 par le canot de la station SNSM de Goury nous sommes bien contents des conditions de notre traversée et de nos choix.

The Swinge, Little Russel, Grand Russel et Perçée Passage :
Nous avons traversé ces passages dans de très bonnes conditions avec courant et vent favorables.

Approche des Ecréhous et des Minquiers :
Le courant traversier se renforce notablement à l'approche des ces îlots. Même avec une bonne marge d'écart pour atterrir sur les îles l'accélération est impressionnante, par coefficients 71 à l'approche des Ecréhous et 90 à l'approche des Minquiers. Nous avons particulièrement soigné notre navigation les deux premières heures après avoir avoir quitté  Jersey en direction de la bouée Demie de Vascelin, pour ne pas manquer Les Minquiers.
Comme l'écrit en effet Derek Hairon dans son guide des Anglo-Normandes :"If you miss Maîtresse Île, your next landfall is Chausey" .

Alderney, camping de Saye Bay

Jersey, Grêve de Lecq

Haltes nocturnes:

Seul le camping d'Alderney est proche de l'eau. Les campings de Herm et Sark se situent en hauteur.
Les emplacements trouvés étaient dans l'ensemble assez exigus. Même si le bivouac n'est pas encouragé sur les îles nous avons toujours pu faire halte dans de bonnes conditions et trouver de quoi compléter nos vivres et refaire de l'eau. ( rare sur les îles quand même )

Jethou, vu depuis Herm

Sark

Chausey

Creux Harbour, Sark

Explorations des îles et de leur cafés.

Nous avons pu marcher tout autour de Herm et faire une longue randonnée pédestre sur Sark. Nous avons également marché sur Jersey, Chausey et Alderney

Remerciements :
A la responsable du camping d'Alderney pour sa confiance, à la patronne du Harbour Café de Sark pour son accueil, ses conseils et ses petits plats.
Au Harbour Master de Sark qui s'est intéressé à notre projet ainsi qu'au personnel de la marina de St Hélier qui nous a gracieusement offert une douche mémorable.
Aux deux plaisanciers de Herm qui m'ont gentiment aidé à réparer mon arceau de tente.
Aux résidents des Ecréhous qui nous ont indiqué "a safe place" où monter nos tentes.
Au pêcheur professionnel du banc des Minquiers qui s'est dérouté pour s'enquérir de notre situation.

by Laurent D. (noreply@blogger.com) at August 27, 2016 12:19 pm

August 26, 2016

Essex Explorations
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The Search for the Franklin Expedition About to Start New Season

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by Steve Weileman at August 26, 2016 08:48 pm

Frogma
Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond. (with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)

More Ithaca Pictures


Wow what a week. I'd actually uploaded these on Sunday night thinking I'd squeeze in the writing on a lunch hour at work, but no such luck. Anyways, these are the rest of my pictures from my long weekend in Ithaca. Women Swimmin' was great, and then the rest of the visit was fun, too - I stayed with my friend Louise, and we squeezed in a lot of Ithacan summer fun. We ate very well - I never sleep well the night before I have to get up early and travel somewhere, so I just went with it and made another batch of fresh mozzarella; there were tomatoes and basil ready to go in my garden at the club the next morning, so I picked some of those, although I suspected that was a little on the coals-to-Newcastle side, which it was, Louise had beautiful beautiful tomatoes and basil from her CSA, but it was fun making a Brooklyn-meets-Ithaca caprese for dinner (and Louise had this chocolate balsamic vinegar that made it even more amazing, soooo good!). She also had corn, and fresh peaches, and I was especially happy about the peaches 'cause I hadn't had any of those yet this summer and in my mind the northeast summer produce trifecta is corn, tomatoes, and peaches, and it hasn't been a proper summer until I've had all 3. I actually stopped at a farm stand on the way home, same one as I'd stopped at on my way to Waterford the day before I launched on my Waterford to Brooklyn paddle in 2014 and loaded up on more corn and more peaches - I was just in a state of fresh produce fixation and couldn't resist! We also had s'mores one night, and there were also s'mores in Michigan, it's been a good summer for s'mores. 

Michigan s'more - want some? :)


Other fun things we did - no pictures of either of these but Louise taught me how to play croquet (I don't think I'd ever played that before and it was fun!) and dominoes (we had a set of dominoes when I was a kid and I did understand the basic concept but I genuinely can't recall whether I actually ever played the actual game with them instead of just standing them up in a line and then knocking them down, I enjoyed the game too). We also went for a good swim in Lake Cayuga on Saturday afternoon - this has been such a good summer for lake swimming for me, and although this is my third time out there to help out with a swimming event, this was my first time for much in the way of swimming in it myself. I think there was some bobbing around in the water off of a dock in 2014 but no real getting in and swimming for a ways. Loved it! Such beautiful clear cool water, and so many little fish (and one great big one, a carp, I think), I think if I lived out there I would go swimming every day while the water was warm enough! Sorry I didn't take the camera for that, I just wanted to swim this time. 

Sunday we went for a great bike ride on Ithaca's Black Diamond Trail, a rails to trails property that's been in the works for over 30 years and is finally coming to fruition. I was ever so slightly concerned about how the name incorporated the term for the most difficult downhill ski routes, but Louise explained that that was the name of the railroad that ran there. The property's been slated for recreational use for a very long time, as I mentioned, and funding earmarked again and again, but every time something would come up and the funding would get diverted to that. Finally a few years ago they got a new guy in the parks department there who really set his mind to getting it done, and it's finally happening! Not done yet but there's a nice section of it paved and again, if I lived out there I think I'd go biking every day. Hoo boy, and swimming every day, 2/3rds of the way to being a triathlete there, ha ha! Anyways, there was supposed to be a group ride on a new section of the trail, only when we got to the meeting place nobody was there. We drove around a bit until we found a family who'd just come back from a bit of a ride and they had a discouraging report - the section we'd thought was about ready to open was still unfinished and very rocky and muddy. I'm no mountain biker so we decided to take a pass on that and head back to a finished section that Louise had ridden before. We nearly threw in the towel when it started to rain, but then she stopped at a place just to show me the trail and it was so pretty I decided I really wanted to go, and she was game.

Look how pretty!


Louise loves biking and is good enough at it that she was able to coach me on the fly, which was good because another friend loaned me her bike for the day and I'm not sure I've ever ridden a bike as good as this one was and the gears were a lot more complicated than anything I'd ever dealt with - there was a separate shifter on each handlebar, yikes. Louise just had me set the one on the left side and leave it alone, though, and as it turns out riding a bike really is just like riding a bike - I started out a little shaky (honestly can't remember the last time I was on one) but it got better as we went along. 

me with the nicest bike I've ever ridden - thanks Alice! 

We rode up to where the trail crosses a really pretty gorge with a little cascade and back. At one point I'd said something about "could do this all day" but eventually my sitzbones were saying otherwise, but this view was worth a little sitzbone pain. So pretty! There's a reason that one local slogan is "Ithaca is Gorges".



After the ride, we headed back to Louise's, I wanted to shower before I hit the road. We made 2 stops on the way back - the first so that I could take a picture of a moose. Yes a moose!

There are a lot of artists in the area, and this is the creation of a very talented local sculptor who uses his front yard as gallery for new creations for a bit before sending them off to their new owners. We'd driven past here a couple of times and I'd spotted a couple of his works in town as we drove around too - lovely stuff and I think it's fun and generous that he shares his work with his neighbors this way. Louise said the moose was actually staying in the area and she was happy about that, she really liked this one. I would guess that he's pretty much life-sized, by the way!

Last stop before I hit the road was at the CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) that Louise is a member of. I'd already been treated to some of the tomatoes from this place and they were spectacular. This was really something for a city dweller like me to see - I've never been involved in one of these but my impression from urban friends who are (and it's very popular here in NYC, I have lots of friends who part) is that you pay something to be a member and then you get a box of veggies, whatever's ripe, every week or so. Seems like fun although you do hear funny stories about people trying to figure out how to use ten pounds of whatever specific thing was leaping off the vines this week before it goes bad. Here in the Finger Lakes region, you're practically at the farm already so instead of the farmer bringing you boxes, you go to the farm, and the farmer works out a fair division of the produce among the members - and if something's at the peak of the season, the farmer may declare free pick. That was the case with the cherry tomatoes this time, so I got to bring a box of lovely orange sunsweets back to NYC with me. This farm also had flowers available and the glads were simply stunning - wish I could've taken a couple for myself but there were a lot of miles to drive and then boat unloading and stuff schlepping at the end so I didn't think they would last, so I just took pictures while Louise picked herself a lovely bunch. 


After that it was back to Louise's for a shower, and then I hit the road back to NYC. Between the bike ride and the farm stop it was a late start, but as I said to Louise before I left, I just couldn't think of anything that we'd done that I would've skipped to get back to NYC an hour or two earlier - such a good trip!

A couple more pix from the road and Ithaca -

Trusty Romany all ready to ride at Sebago.

Scenic overlook in the Delaware water gap, en route to Ithaca.

Trusty Romany, out standing in a field. OK really there was a parking lot but I ducked down to make it look like a field. Same place in the Delaware water gap. Driving back through this area was really stunning - there was something about the temperature and humidity that had raised thick fog over all of the water in the water gap, and the mist wound through the hills and woods, and then the moon started coming up, and it was all very beautiful.

Ice cream stop on the way to Ithaca. I thought that I recognized this place and had been taken here after a hike on an earlier visit, and I was early enough that a stop for ice cream was entirely plausible; as it turns out it's really still a pretty good drive to Ithaca so maybe it was just a similar-looking place, I did see other little ice cream places like this, all doing a booming business during this steamy steamy heat wave. This place's particular schtick was 40 flavors of soft serve. 

I got a small peach in a waffle cone. Yes that's small. Want some? Can't imagine what large would look like, or how messy that would've gotten!

A friend's barn, just 'cause I like it.

Trusty Romany at the Valley View farm stand where I stopped for corn and peaches and honey on the way home. 

Which brings us back to "We're not in Brooklyn anymore!"
And what a fun little escape it was.

This post produced with the flavorful assistance of a Flower Power IPA from the Ithaca Beer Company. Yum.

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by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at August 26, 2016 04:24 am

August 25, 2016

Woman on Water
A woman's perspective on kayaking and outdoor adventures.

Tsunami Ranger

The rumors are true.  Last week, I took my test to become a Tsunami Ranger.  I passed and was awarded the rank of  Lieutenant.

Details of my test will be shared on the Tsunami Ranger blog in October.  For those who are not familiar with the Tsunami Rangers, check out this description.

I am honored to be included in this tribe and look forward to many fun adventures with the Rangers.  A special thanks to Tsunami Ranger and fellow Woman on Water - Deb Volturno for her friendship, encouragement, and mentorship.
Tsunami Rangers' Women on Water - Cate Hawthorne and Deb Volturno
Photo by Nancy Soares




by Cate Hawthorne (noreply@blogger.com) at August 25, 2016 07:51 pm

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Kayak Cockpit Placement Rule of Thumb

cockpit placement on the Siskiwit Bay

Siskiwit LV sea kayak study planIf you’re working from a set of sea kayaking plans, figuring out the kayak cockpit placement is easy. You just consult the diagrams. But, if it’s a historic replica or one of your own designs or if the plans didn’t include drawings of the cockpit area, finding the best placement becomes a challenge. This is a hurdle I faced when building my Siskiwit Bay and Siskiwit LV designs. After a day or two a research, I ended up coming up with several rule of thumbs for sea kayak cockpit placements. Any homebuilder could use these and come up with a good cockpit placement.

Sea Kayak Cockpit Placement Rule of Thumb

For homebuilders that don’t want to calculate the perfect kayak cockpit placement based on their body and the boat, these three rules of thumb will help with locating the cockpit. This is for a standard keyhole-style cockpit, such as the one found in the free Keyhole Sea Kayak Cockpit Plan. If you’re having a hard time deciding what kind of cockpit to build, check this out: What Kind of Kayak Cockpit Should I Buy or Build? With an ocean cockpit, I’d still plan to have the back rim of the cockpit 3.5 inches away from your back to make room for a backband or foam padding. After you figure out your placement and build the boat, you should also figure out outfitting: How to Adjust a Sea Kayak

Rule of Thumb One = The aft of the cockpit opening should be positioned 3.5 to 4 inches from the back of the paddler when the paddler’s Center of Mass and the kayaks Center of Buoyancy are aligned. Or for most paddler’s 14 to 16 inches behind the Cb.

Rule of Thumb Two = For a good kayak cockpit placement put the coaming of the cockpit 15 inches behind the longitudinal center of buoyancy.

Rule of Thumb Three = Have 55% of the cockpit behind the Cb and 45% in front assuming a standard keyhole-style cockpit.

Any of these rules of thumb will get you close and probably close enough.

Center of Mass

kayak cockpit placementThis is the placement in the example.

If you want to be more exact, you can find your center of mass and align it with the boat’s center of buoyancy. To do this, you’ll need to create a balance board. Essentially, a balance board is small scale teeter totter. Take a 1×10 or 1×12 board and put a pivot point in the center. A 1×1 board in the center works fine as a pivot point.

You’ll need a friend to help you with the next part.

  1. Get on the board and sit in your normal kayaking position with your legs forming the shape of a diamond, also known as the frog position, and your back sitting up straight.
  2. Then move forward or back until you are balancing on the board with all your weight supported by the pivot point and both ends of the 1×10 or 1×12 are in the air.
  3. At this point, have your friend move a framing square up against your back and have them mark where that square meets the balance board. This mark shows where your back is in relation to the pivot point.
  4. Measure the distance from you back to the pivot point.
  5. Add 3.5 to 4 inches to this measurement to find the point where you should have the inside of the cockpit riser. Add your riser’s thickness to this measurement to arrive at the cutline. For example, if you want 4 inches and your riser is 1/4 cedar strips, then where you start your cut is 4.25 inches plus the distance from your back to the pivot point.

At this point, you can decide how much distance you want behind your back for a backband and your seat. Ideally, you’ll pick a distance that will easily work with a spray skirt, such as NRS’s Drylander Shock Cord. That way, you won’t have to have a skirt custom made. Usually, 3.5 to 4 inches is what you want.

For example, after balancing on the balance board and running the framing square to my back, we found that my back was 12 inches away from the pivot point. My skirt is designed to fit about 3.5 inches away from the coaming and one of my favorite boats has that distance as well. So, I added 3.5 inches to 12 inches to get 15.5 inches. If I was using 1/4-inch cedar strips for the cockpit risers, then I’d add another 0.25 inches to arrive at 15.75 inches.

Aligning the Center of Mass to the Center of Buoyancy

After you find your center of mass, you need to align that measurement to the kayak’s center of buoyancy. To do so:

  1. Find the measured center of buoyancy. For PaddlingLight’s drawings, this will either be included with the drawings or found on the kayak’s webpage. It’s usually taken from the stern.
  2. Mark the center of buoyancy on the kayak.
  3. Measure the distance that you calculated in the above steps back from the center of buoyancy towards the stern.
  4. Mark that point.
  5. This is where the rear most cut should be and where you’d place the stern of the cockpit plans if you are using one.

For my cedar-strip kayaks, these rules have worked well for me. Hopefully, they help you determine your kayak cockpit placement as well.

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by Bryan Hansel at August 25, 2016 01:23 pm

kajaknördar – paddling verkar kul
tid utomhus räknas. Tid i kajaken räknas dubbelt

Västersjökväll i augustikvällsljus

Gött väder och oskrynkligt vatten

Gött väder och oskrynkligt vatten

Igår tog vi oss en fika- och badrunda i Västersjön. En liten go runda i fint kvällsljus och skön sommarvärme. Bad- och fikastopp på en av finstränderna i östra änden. Göttgött! Pia tog Kåren och jag Play MV. Jag har inte paddlat Playen varit ute sen Hovs Hallar i januari 🙂 Inte för att den direkt ogillas utan för att Clapotisens rejäla sittbrunnsöppning varit att föredra med tanke på min axel. Pia har dock luftat den orangeblåa Playen en runda borta vid Tjärö.

Fint badställe, lite långgrunt bara och igår en del mygg

Fint badställe, lite långgrunt bara och igår en del mygg

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by Erik Sjöstedt at August 25, 2016 06:26 am

Björn Thomasson Design

Dags för Stockenträff 2016

Stockenträffande ett tidigare år

Till helgen är det dags för årets upplaga av Stockenträffen. Jag kommer i år dit tillsammans med Petruskajak och ett par av de nya Frej-kajakerna i glasfiber/kolfiber/aramid, som kommer att finnas tillgängliga för att testa och prata kring. 

Gott om tid för pratstunder kring kajakbygge, paddelsnickrande, paddelteknik och allt annat mer eller mindre paddelrelaterad – och, naturligtvis, lite tid för paddling också (första gången i år jag får lite tid för paddling i Bohuslän!). Jag räknar med att dyka upp under fredagseftermiddagen och stannar till söndag eftermiddag. (Bilden ovan är från Stockenträffen 2011).

Stockenträffen på nordvästra Orust startades av Karin Mentzing 1998 och har varit igång sedan dess – med ett par korta avbrott (lite historik här).

by Björn Thomasson at August 25, 2016 05:37 am

August 24, 2016

josebelloseakayaking

100.000 visitas...!

Muchas gracias por pasarte por este blog.


Es un privilegio contar con el interés de tantas personas, con las que comparto mucho. Un fuerte abrazo! 

by Jose Bello (noreply@blogger.com) at August 24, 2016 05:09 pm

Essex Explorations
Our membership is small…but that’s by design. Each of our explorers is a recognized leader in their respective field and brings a unique set of skills to the group. Whether a certified instructor, commercial guide, or in the case of our latest member, a professional photographer, each is passionate about explorations, pushing their boundaries, and then sharing that experience with others.

The Sugar White Sands of the Gulf of Mexico

Gulf of Mexico

I spent countless hours on the sugar white sands of the Gulf of Mexico. First they were spent building castles, then digging for sand crabs, then dragging Hobie Cats over their surface as I launched for the horizon. This beach has endured endless storms and a handful of hurricanes yet they seem untouched. Well, with […]

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by Steve Weileman at August 24, 2016 04:04 pm

Paddle Making (and other canoe stuff)
Functional paddle art and other canoe related ramblings

3 Day Father & Son trip - Success!

Happy to report that I finally managed an overnighter with my 7 year old son. He's been comfortable in the canoe for years but only showed interest in camping overnight this summer. Wanted to give him a nice experience for his first trip so planned a 3 day, 2 night simple loop in a familiar area that involved a combination of large lakes, marshy rivers and easy portages. We ended up in the Frost Centre just southwest of Algonquin park, a short 40km away from our cottage. I had assumed that given the relative proximity of the route to Highway 35  and the town of Dorset there would be cell coverage to ease my wife's worried mind. Once at the access point however, there was no signal so we would be in communication silence for the duration of the trip...exactly what I wanted! 

The route started at the Deer Lake access point, down Raven Lake, a 360m portage to Gun Lake where we would camp on a peninsula point (campsite #94). The way out involved going up the narrow channel north of Gun, through another short 160m portage and loop back into a marshy area of Raven Lake before returning to the access point. Wanted to make the exit closer in case it was needed and get the longer portage out of the way on the first day when we were energized for the trip.




Packed relatively heavy because I wanted him to have some of the comforts for his first time. Our 15' wood canvas Langford Trapper would be the transportation for the trip. The portages were simple anyway and the double carries were a welcome time to stretch our feet. Here is the shot of our gear at the Deer Lake access point.



A little over an hour and we approached the first portage. The map said 360m, the sign 343m.



The little man was ready for his first carry. He's using the wool blanket pack I made for him earlier in the year. He's got the Stewart River kneeling pads rolled up on top voyageur style



His favourite part of the first portage was the wooden boardwalk setup over some soggy areas.



A huge rainstorm the night before made the place extra mucky. The mosquitos were out in full force and showed the poor guy no mercy. But on the walk back for the 2nd load, we spotted this young snapping turtle right in the middle of the path so that was a nice treat.



Another 45 minutes of paddling and we eventually made it to our elevated rocky site. He was eager to get out before fully unloading the canoe to explore our new home. I dropped him off and took this shot...




Just before the trip, I ended up getting a tent for the family that was 25% off. It's the Eureka Midori 3. Good enough for our family needs and the dimensions fit our super comfy double sleeping mat. Here's the tent setup with rainfly rolled out of the way. The canvas pack in front is the recently repaired Woods 200.

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Here's our tarp setup in our living area. The natural rock edge served like a countertop and someone placed a flat slab on top for an even better cook surface. You can just see the tent in the far left of the photo.



Dark clouds rolled in for our first evening, but he patiently waited out the hour long rainfall in the tent, content to draw pictures of the day's events. We had also made a leather case for his coloured pencils in anticipation of the trip.



The rain let up later that evening so mealtime was under the comfortable tarp. Brought along some more homemade gear, including the folding tripod stool and the collapsible bucksaw chair. Re-using one of the kneeling pads as a cushion made it super comfy and he pretty much hogged the chair for the rest of the trip.



A new gadget for camp was a little device called the SaveAqua tap. It is a self closing gadget that can attach to virtually any plastic container lid to serve as a hand washing station. I attached it to the lid of an un-used 64oz Sawyer Squeze bag and suspended it from a nail left on a tree. A quick push up of the ball tip and water would flow out allowing you to efficiently wash hands or pots. Once released the water flow would shut off tightly.

The "faucet" at camp

closeup of the SaveAqua tap


The next morning was grey but serene. Woke up to my son missing from the tent. He had gotten dressed and was watching calling loon in the distance with his binoculars.



Breakfast was some pancakes made with mini trangia set and some homemade utensils carved a while back.


The campsite featured a wonderful flat rock right at the water's edge that we called the "dock". We lounged around camp that day wondering if the drizzling rain would persist, but thankfully sunny skies were in for the rest of the trip



Just around the bay, is a small waterfall - Brandy's Falls. Last time I visited here it was completely dry, but the deluge from 2 days before raised the water levels enough for us to hear the falls from our tent. We hopped into the canoe and went to explore...



Creek section and sunny skies...



At this point in the trip, I gave him the option of bailing out early if he was bored and wanted to go home. He said "No way" and wanted to start on an early dinner. We made dehydrated soup and he dug right in.



After playing some cards and more drawing I was wondering what he this restless 7 year would do to entertain himself. He decided to spend the next hour finding and throwing small rocks off the ledge.


Then he grabbed the camera to photo document our campsite. Snuck up on me to capture this shot.



We learned from a passing group that the regional fire ban had been lifted given all the rainfall so it was off in the evening to collect some dead wood along the shore for a small fire.








He had a pair of water shoes for paddling but to be comfy in camp, I had made a pair of father and son mocassins from oil-tanned leather using this tutorial here. They held up well and he noticed how quiet they were  while walking around camp. He spent even more time wandering around the peninsula silently tracking a persistent woodpecker going from tree to tree.




We fell asleep easily the 2nd night  and woke up to a nippy morning where the full moon was visible in the horizon.


By now the food barrel was considerably lighter so he wanted a go at carrying it. Here he is retrieving it from out stash point on the far side of camp. The straps needed to be adjusted but he was willing to carry it on the next portage.



The morning ritual included filling up our water bottles. I've modified the Katadyn base camp filter with a quick hack learned online to eliminate the constant clogging of the filter. I'll post on that here soon too.



After a leisurely breakfast and breaking camp, he helped load up the canoe by the shore dock before the paddle back to the car.


I had anticipated an hour to paddle out, but the river and marshy section was choked with lily pads that slowed us down considerably. Ended up being about the same amount of time as it took to paddle in. Managed to get one more photo of the stillness on the paddle out before the camera's batteries died. Wanted to get more pics of the 2nd portage but the batteries were at the bottom of the pack and not worth the hassle. We had all the great memories we needed.


Now he wants to help design and make his own paddle and go for a longer trip next year! Stay tuned for that project in the near future

by Murat (noreply@blogger.com) at August 24, 2016 10:07 am

August 23, 2016

Essex Explorations
Our membership is small…but that’s by design. Each of our explorers is a recognized leader in their respective field and brings a unique set of skills to the group. Whether a certified instructor, commercial guide, or in the case of our latest member, a professional photographer, each is passionate about explorations, pushing their boundaries, and then sharing that experience with others.

Fortune Can Be a Fickle Mistress

Mayfly

I should have known, or at least read the signs, when the espresso machine blow up in camp that the rest of the day was going to be full of setbacks. I should have just cleaned up the mess, pulled out a chair, placed it under the shade and pulled out my book. Yep, that’s what I […]

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by Steve Weileman at August 23, 2016 06:38 pm

Paddle Making (and other canoe stuff)
Functional paddle art and other canoe related ramblings

Historic Paddle Photo: Schmidlin Family Reunion - Grand River

Many thanks to fellow Torontonian Stephen F for pointing me to another historic photo showcasing some paddle designs. The wikipedia page of Paris, Ontario has a photo featuring "A turn of the century family gathering on the banks of the Grand River near Paris, Ontario."


The woman in the centre of the image is holding a paddle with a full view. The original image is out of focus but the it looks to have a relatively tiny ball grip compared to the size of the grip. Unfortunately couldn't find any more details about the photo, but the filename is save as SchmidlinFamilyGathering-ParisON.jpg.

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Sending in any historic photos featuring paddles is always appreciated!


by Murat (noreply@blogger.com) at August 23, 2016 09:17 am

josebelloseakayaking

El I+D en el kayak de mar

Es habitual que la gente que no ha tenido contacto con este mundo se sorprenda de las capacidades marineras de estas pequeñas embarcaciones, que pueden llevar a cabo largas singladuras en condiciones duras de mar o navegar por lugares donde ninguna otra embarcación tiene acceso. 


 
Para nosotros, las personas que cuando tenemos que elegir siempre optamos por lo más simple (minimalistas nos llaman...) la sencillez, limpieza de lineas y comportamiento en el agua de un kayak de mar es todo un atractivo.


Estas embarcaciones, pioneras en la navegación humana, que nacieron como instrumento de trabajo en las regiones frías tienen poco que demostrar. Incluso la evolución del diseño de los kayaks actuales a partir de los tradicionales esquimales, ha sido mínima, comparada con otros barcos.


Sin embargo, el I+D está muy presente en las marcas que apuestan por la calidad de sus productos y en la mejora continua de su proceso de producción. Un ancestro groenlandés babearía con un buen kayak de mar actual, en lo referente a materiales, durabilidad y detalles, para muestra un boton.       

by Jose Bello (noreply@blogger.com) at August 23, 2016 12:55 am

August 22, 2016

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

Kingdom of the wind - where plants walk

On the high plateaux of the Cairngorms, the wind rules everything. The great open areas of ground above 1100m / 3600ft are exposed to the full force of weather from every direction and are often swept by gales and winds of hurricane force, especially in winter. Gusts of over 170mph/280kph have been recorded and sustained wind speeds in excess of 100mph/160kph are common. Given these sorts of speeds, it's hardly surprising that the wind exerts influence over everything which lives on the high arctic-like plateaux, limiting possibilities and even determining landforms.

When planning walks on the high ground here, the wind is a primary consideration with strength and direction factored into the day's plan. After a run of windy days in mid July abated, I took a long walk on Ben Avon (pronounced "A'an" and named for the river at the mountains foot -the bright one). 





Any day out on Ben Avon will be a "big day"; this is the largest of the Cairngorm hills by area, some 12 kilometres NE to SW and 9 kilometres N to S - really a hill-range rather than a single mountain.  In addition to the large extent of the hill, the starting points for walks are at some distance from the summit.  The most logical starting point from my home is at Cock Bridge to the north east of the hill, and my route would be some 40 kilometres.  The wind was forecast to remain light until evening, when it would once again begin to increase.  Fortunately, a mountain bike can be used on the track leading from Cock Bridge past the source of the River Don and on to Inchrory and the Linn of Avon, meaning that I'd do around 20km on the bike and 20km on foot.

Above Inchrory, this dry ravine cuts steeply down through lime-rich rock, an unusual rock type for the Cairngorms and visible from quite a distance as a bright green patch among the more muted colours.  Ahead, the outlying slopes of Ben Avon beyond the river were still cloud-capped.  The MWIS forecast was for the cloud to lift gradually during the day; I hoped that it would be as accurate as it usually is.





The bike was left near the Linn of Avon and I headed uphill on a stalkers path past grouse butts.....





...towards the start of one of the ridges of Ben Avon at Carn Fiaclach (toothed (or notched) Cairn).  Beyond  and above the wood surrounding the lodge at Inchrory, my route of approach already seemed quite distant, the green slope leading down to the estate track and across the hills to Cock Bridge.





The bald summit of Meall Gaineimh (sandy hill) is passed on a path which winds through gravelly ground and past some of the distinctive granite tors which are such a feature of Ben Avon.  The walking is a delight, fast movement on small mountain paths once the initial ascent is done.





My route took me up to the granite ridge of East Meur Gorm Craig before descending slightly to the wide sweep of the appropriately named Big Brae (slope).  Even in mid summer there are significant snow patches in most years, and this is in part due to the wind.  Snow is either compacted by gales into any depression on a windward slope.....





.....or deposited on lee slopes and in corries to immense depths.  The snow patches irrigate the ground through the summer and give a foothold to alpine grasses and plants.





Up to around 1000 metres / 3300ft there's a mix of plants such as Alpine Lady's Mantle (Alchemilla alpina), a relative of the larger plant commonly seen in gardens.  A combination of grazing by deer and the scouring of the wind keeps the plant low-growing.





Higher up, and only the hardiest of plants can survive the harsh conditions.  Alternately frozen, baked, flooded and subject to drought and gale, plants need to be tough up here.  The Three-leaved Rush (Juncus trifidus) is a real Cairngorm plateau specialist, able to survive on the most exposed ground where few other plants are able to apart from mosses and lichens.  Talking of "trifid", the 1951 Sci-Fi book by John Wyndham, later made into a classic 1962 movie - "Day of the Triffids" - features a species of plant capable of "walking" locomotion.  Here on the Cairngorm plateau, there are species of plants which can do just that, albeit slowly.





This Crowberry (Empetrum nigrum sp) started life in the lee of the small boulder at the bottom of the image.  It has grown away from the prevailing wind, putting out small roots as it goes seeking a more sheltered spot, curving around the boulder near the top of the image.  The original rootstock and stem are now dead and completely detached from the ground.  In some examples of this sort of downwind movement, the track of individual plants over decades and perhaps centuries can be traced by the absence of lichens on the rocks over which they have moved. 

This Crowberry also has a reproductive trick to help it survive the harsh environment, it is of the sub-species hermaphroditum which has bisexual flowers to increase the chances of fertilisation, and smaller, stubbier foliage to resist the hostile weather.  A real life "Triffid" !





A gentle rise to the SW now took me to the highest plateau of Ben Avon, a broad ridge leading towards the tor which forms the summit.  I emulated the plants and sheltered behind a large boulder to rest and eat, there wwas still plenty of walking ahead....

by Ian Johnston (noreply@blogger.com) at August 22, 2016 11:14 pm

Biking and Hiking and Kayaking
Ramblings of an outdoor person trapped indoors.

John & Carole & Chris &June (Their Excellent Adventures)

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OK, actually nothing at all like that movie...

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This past weekend Carole & I and June & Chris, friends for 30 years, had a three day two night adventure centered on bicycling on the Great Allegheny Passage rail trail, which connects Cumberland MD with Pittsburgh PA. The GAP trail is slightly uphill going from Pittsburgh to Deal, PA, gaining about 1600' in elevation over the first 125 miles and then giving all that gain back in a beautiful downhill 25 mile stretch through Frostburg, MD and into Cumberland.

This was in the middle of yet another heat wave in the Washington DC area, but the elevation and the weather forecast promised some relief. So we packed up John's trusty Subaru Outback with 4 bikes and assorted stuff and drove to Confluence PA and checked into the Parker House County Inn.

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The Parker House is a beautiful place that we had to ourselves the first night but shared with 7 or 8 other cyclists on the second night. Mary, the Innkeeper, recommended the Summit Inn for dinner when we asked about places to eat near Uniontown. We drove west on the "National Pike" (Rt. 40), felt a bit under-dressed for such an impressive looking place, but had a great meal with great views of the valley from the summit. The Summit Inn dates back to 1907, built in an era when coal and foresting wealth meant Uniontown PA had one of the highest rates of millionaires per capita of any city in the US. The decline of coal coupled with the Chestnut blight brought on hard times, but the place has been restored and is very impressive, inside and out.

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The next day began the calorie-burning portion of the trip. Carole and June drove us an hour west of Confluence and dropped us off at the West Newton trailhead on the GAP trail. While Chris and I were cycling 53 miles back to Confluence, Carole and June would go zip-lining at Nemacolin and then meet up with Carole's friend Martha for some hiking and other adventures in Ohiopyle.

The first 25 mile stretch from West Newton to Connellsville PA was a piece of cake, scenic and a barely noticeable uphill going upstream alongside the Youghiogheny River (one of the few rivers in North America that flows north) and passing under I-70. We stopped for lunch there and Chris began to feel his buttocks complaining about sitting on a hard bicycle seat for so many hours, while John, who had wisely spent years accumulating many layers of relaxed muscle on his posterior, felt fine.

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The next 17 miles to Ohiopyle were through a beautifully rugged and isolated section of the Youghiogheny River, with an increased uphill slope. We stopped at one rest stop where Chris admired the combination air pump/bike hoist/tool dispenser kiosk. We saw several of these on this trip, a great idea.

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About 17 miles from Connellsville, we crossed two bridges over the Youghiogheny and entered Ohiopyle, just a few miles from the famous Frank Lloyd Wright Fallingwaters House. We had a second lunch at the phenomenal Ohiopyle House Cafe - I think the food would have tasted great even if we hadn't just cycled 42 miles.

Oddly enough, just miles away Carole, June and Martha were braving the Natural Water Slide - a stream that runs down a small canyon on its way to the Yough, and at the right water levels it is a popular place for a natural water slide ride. Here's June and Carole going down with Martha providing the verbal encouragement:

 

It was another 11 miles from Ohiopyle back to Confluence - a section I had done many times, starting 25 years ago when Lauren was less than a year old and I had carried her on a baby seat - and she ripped her helmet off her head, sending it flying towards the Yough River. It is a beautiful stretch and at about 3pm we arrived back at the Parker House, just in time to avoid a gulley washing downpour - which it turns out dumped directly on the heads of Carole, June and Martha while they hiked - punishment for not biking with us.

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That night, at Martha's recommendation, we had a great meal at the Stone House Inn on Rt. 40, then back to bed to prepare for the next day's complicated logistics. John would hop on his bicycle at 0630 to pedal the 38 miles to Deal, while at 0730 Carole and June would drive to Cumberland MD, dropping Chris off at Rockwood PA on the way. The Cumberland Trail Connection bike shop would then shuttle Carole and June and their bikes back to o the top of trail at Deal PA where magically we would all reunite.

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Within a mile of starting in the morning, I found a tree had fallen and blocked the path. I had to break off some branches and drag the bike under sideways. The next  18 miles from Confluence to Rockwood (art at the Rockwood trail stop above) included visits by turkeys, deer, rabbits, chipmunks, cats, owls and chickens who were out foraging after the evening deluges. After Rockwood, the trail steepens a bit through Connellsville and then up to Deal - where magically all the timing worked out and John&Carole & June&Chris were reunited to enjoy the ride back down to our car in Cumberland.

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First, we got to cycle through the 3,000 foot long Big Savage Tunnel. It was lighted but some of the lights were out. We had put lights on our bikes, but sill sort of a spooky ride through - the natural air conditioning was very enjoyable.

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The southern/eastern end of the Big Savage Tunnel has a great view. What you can't see are the dozens of huge wind turbines on the ridge.

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A few more miles brought us through a short tunnel at the Eastern Continental Divide - from that point on, all our sweat would flow into the Chesapeake Bay vs. the Gulf of Mexico.

From there it was another 20 miles or so of swooping downhills, passing Frostburg and the Cliffs of Cumberland before reaching the Cumberland terminus - where 18 years earlier Carole and I had started our 3 day, 184 mile bike ride of the C&O Canal Towpath into Washington DC.

A quick meal at the European Dessert and Sandwich shop and we hopped back in the trusty Subaru for the petroleum-powered ride home.

 

 

 

by John P. at August 22, 2016 07:07 pm

kajaknördar – paddling verkar kul
tid utomhus räknas. Tid i kajaken räknas dubbelt

Joby GripTight mount XL

Fram

Köpte en Joby Griptight till min förra telefon och var mycket nöjd. När jag sen bytte till en större saknade jag Griptighten som inte passade. Nu blev det i alla fall handlat en ny. Fungerar finfint precis som den förra. XL-modellen greppar lätt över en iPhone 6 plus med Lifeprooffodral.

Tokbra helt enkelt 🙂

Köpte Joby Griptight mount XL från iPhonebutiken.

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Inlägget Joby GripTight mount XL dök först upp på kajaknördar - paddling verkar kul.

by Erik Sjöstedt at August 22, 2016 07:43 am

Pouls kajakblog
Jeg hedder Poul, og jeg er kajakoholiker! Denne blog - der mest er min egen dagbog over mit "kajakliv" - handler om mine kajakture og det udstyr jeg benytter mig af.

Solotur rundt om Enø

Da august endelig bød på en sommerdag, måtte jeg af sted i kajakken. Jeg roede fra klubben ved middagstid og satte kursen langs kanlen mod Enø. Jeg var ikke den eneste der var på vandet den dag. Hele tiden kom der både den ene og den anden vej.
Efter en frokost i Karrebæksminde sammen med fruen, var det tid at komme videre. Jeg havde besluttet mig for at ro Enø rundt i det gode vejr.
Der var usædvanligt roligt vand mellem molehovederne, men stadig stor trafik. Føreren af denne speedbåd så noget skeptisk på mig, da jeg dukkede op bag molehovedet. Jeg roede også i den gale side af sejlrenden.
Det rolige vand fortsatte. Der var kun lidt småkrusninger fra gammel sø og den lille smule vind der lige gjorde at det ikke var alt for varmt at ro af sted i solskinnet.
Snart dukkede yndlingsstedet - klinten ved gennemsejlingen mellem Enø og Dybsø op. Strømmen var med mig, så jeg tog en lille pause i kajakken, mens den drev ind på fjorden bag øerne.
Det var ret højvandet, så jeg prøvede at ro langs Enø. Der er ikke meget vand, men jeg har roet turen før. På et par af sandbankerne stod der store flokke af små vadefugle, og på standengene var der en del gæs.
Det gik fint med at følge kysten i ca 50 m's afstand. Der var kun en kort strækning, hvor jeg ikke kunne få hele årebladet i vandet. Jeg nød meget at sidde og se på lyseffekterne på sandbunden. En gang imellem kunne jeg også se på vandoverfladen at store fiske svømmede rundt. Jeg så ikke fiskene, men mon ikke det er multer.
Efter et par timers roning var det tid til afriming. Det skete på østspidsen af Lindholm - det var nu også rart at få strukket benene og rettet den ømme ryg op.
Øm ryg eller ej - det forpligter at have at have en rullebøje, så jeg måtte rundt et par gange da jeg nåede frem til den. Det gik - trods det stive kadaver - nogenlunde. Jeg kom da op begge gange, men følte ingen trang til at udsætte ryggen for mere træning trods det varme vand.
Ved kanalens munding mødte jeg Marius, der havde været på tur med et par gamle venner fra studietiden. De havde været på Svinø og overnattet.

Det blev til 25 km i flot, flot vejr.

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at August 22, 2016 08:41 am

Paddle Making (and other canoe stuff)
Functional paddle art and other canoe related ramblings

Historic Paddle Illustration: Peltley - Indian of the Mic-Mac Tribe

Found another slightly higher resolution image of a painting by Lieut. Robert Petley (1809-1869) previously posted back in 2010.

Indian of the Mic-Mac Tribe
Library and Archives Canada

MIKAN 2837766


The higher resolution image shows some subtle chevron markings on the blade the paddle...


by Murat (noreply@blogger.com) at August 22, 2016 05:43 am

August 21, 2016

PaddlingLight.com
Lightweight canoe and kayak travel

First Impressions: Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug

Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug

I’ve been testing the Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug since May. The Ti-Lite Mug is one of Vargo’s most popular mugs. Its 25 ounce (750 ml) capacity is large enough for most freeze-dried meals, and it’s big enough to cook single entree meals. It also works well as a mug to sip hot chocolate or a nightcap out of. If you carry a Nalgene bottle, it will fit inside the mug. As far as other features, it has graduated measurements in mililiters, foldaway handles, a strainer lid and a mesh storage bag. Vargo states its weight as 3.7 ounce with a diameter of 3.8 inches and height of 4.3 inches.

It took awhile to find the perfect setup to get maximum efficiency out of an alcohol stove and the smaller base of a mug versus a pot with a wider diameter. Recently, I’ve been using a cat can stove for its easy-of-use and because it can be used as a stove and pot stand, but because its side burning pattern is wide, it sent the flames up the side of the mug instead of onto the bottom of the mug and took a long time to boil. I tried several pop can stoves and eventually settled on a pressurized Red Bull that I made 15 or more years ago.

The stove I used was based on the “power stove,” but I can’t find the instructions to build it anymore. It has been one of the best pop can stoves that I’ve built. I combined this with a windscreen that doubles as a pot stand that I made out of flashing. I used the template at Zenstoves for the One Piece Folded design.

Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug Cooking System

Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug, windscreen, pot stand and stoveThe Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug, homemade combo windscreen and pot stand and a pop can stove.
  • 3.8 oz. — Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug
  • 0.5 oz. – Red Bull Stove
  • 0.4 oz. – Light My Fire Spork (I’ve had several of these. Some weigh as little as 0.2 oz.)
  • 0.5 oz. – 8 oz Fuel Bottle (water bottle)
  • 0.8 oz. — Homemade windscreen/support
  • 0.4 oz. — Mini Bic Lighter
  • 0.5 oz. — Mesh storage bag
  • Total: 6.9 ounces

Once I dialed in the stove and windscreen/pot support, I had 5 minutes 30 seconds from starting the stove to boil using 2 cups of cold well water and over 10 minutes burn on 1 ounce of alcohol. So far, I’ve boiled water for freeze-dried food and cooked a 4-ounce package of Knorr noodles inside the mug. I was surprised the the mug worked well for the noodle package. I like using Knorr’s noodles for camping trips (I ate them most of the nights on a six month thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail).

The ability to quickly cook single serve meals or boil water, the light weight and the small size make this a great pot/mug. I’m looking forward to using this on more trips.

Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug strainer lid Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug on a stove Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug packed into mesh sack

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received the Vargo Titanium Ti-Lite 750 Mug for free from Vargo Outdoors in consideration for a review.

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by Bryan Hansel at August 21, 2016 02:38 am

First Look: Paleo Meals To Go

Paleo Meals to Go review

Sick of the salty, typical freeze-dried fare in the cooking aisle of your local big box sporting goods retailer? Or are you sick of cooking when out paddling because you never have luck making a tasty meal without hauling a truck load of cooking gear? Or maybe you’re on a paleo diet and haven’t found a good way to continue that diet while on the trail. It was the later that spurred Ty Soukup and his mother Dawn Anderson to launch Paleo Meals To Go. They developed freeze-dried camping meals that aligned with the paleo diet.

Paleo Meals To Go are freeze dried, gluten free, milk free, soy free, grain free, nut free and shelf stable. To prepare, you tear open the pouch, take out the oxygen absorber, expand the bottom to make it into a bowl, then pour in 1 1/4 to 1 3/4 cups of hot water and stir. Close up the package and wait for 10 to 12 minutes. Then eat.

For our review, we received Bedrock Beef Chili, Caldera Chicken Curry, Mountain Beef Stew, Butte Cacao Banana, Palisade Pineapple Mango and Cliffside Coconut Berry.

Typically, the one person meals run $12.99, but right now there’s a sale going on and most meals are running $8.99 to $9.99. If interested you can purchase these meals direct from Paleo Meals To Go.

Review coming soon…

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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received Paleo Meals To Go for free from Paleo Meals To Go in consideration for a gear review.

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by Bryan Hansel at August 21, 2016 12:55 am

NORCAL YAK
Northern California kayaking adventures

Kayak surfing fulfills a paddler's longtime dream

Catching that first wave was just as I'd always imagined.... The kayak instructor’s question was an easy one for me… But first came "Maytag zone" (two photos courtesy Kelly Marie...

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by Glenn Brank (noreply@blogger.com) at August 21, 2016 12:42 am

August 20, 2016

GOTT UTE OCH INNE

Det mesta regnar visst inte bort!

Jodå, vi kom iväg till slut. Budskapet från SMHI var ju liksom inte jättebra, men vi bestämde oss så småningom för ostkusten och Misterhult. Fjällbacka kändes småkört med lite väl mycket vind och en hel del regn.

Första övernattning på Stora Vippholmen. Det var många år sedan jag bodde på den ön – kan det vara 10? I alla fall en ny ö för Helene. Det blev en obegripligt kall kväll på 6 grader – wtf!!! –  hur är det möjligt i augusti??? Vi pillade i oss kräftorna på rekordtid och kröp ner i sovsäcken.

Vaknade till en strålande och betydligt varmare morgon . Efter långfrukost paddlade upp till Klåvskär, en riktigt speciell ö i Misterhults skärgård. Det var hög tid att titta till in den geocache vi har gömt på ön. Kanske dags att fylla på med penna och papper till loggen.

På lördagen paddlade vi ner till Örö för trevligt knytkalas och go kvällsfika tillsammans med Elisabet. Lyxcamping i det gamla visthuset. Riktigt mysigt att fika-hänga under tak och höra regnet smattra.

När det läskiga åskmullret bestämt sig för att dra vidare på söndag em paddlade vi ner till en nästa ö. I närheten av Strupö Ljungskärs Fyr finns några fina hällar som kändes som gjorda för vårt tält. Ön heter Karsskäret, och visst var det fint – kika på bilderna! Skön kväll och lång skön förmiddag med dopp.

Så visst var det bra att vi kom iväg – men så är det ju alltid!:-)

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Fin landning på Stora Vippholmens sydspets.

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Kräftor kan man äta alla dagar i veckan. Speciellt torsdagar.

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Vår geocache mådde bra. Den lockar en hel del att besöka fina och speciella Klåvskär.

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Fronten rullar in över Klåvskär.

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Sol, vind och vatten
höga berg och djupa hav
Det, är mina drömmar vävda av

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Lyxcamping i gamla visthuset på Örö.

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Bara en liten skur … jo tack!

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Helene letar efter nästa mål.

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En lur medan regnskuren drar förbi.

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12 grader. Jodå så att… precis som det ska va i augusti..😦

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Helene.

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Löja eller mört – nån som vet? Fanns 100-tals i alla storlekar vid bryggan.

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Christian.

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Vi paddlar mot guldkrukan vid regnbågens slut.  ;-)

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På Karsskäret gäller fågelskydd från 1/4 – 10/7. Det gäller att passa på om man vill uppleva en fin liten ö!

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12 grader. Respekt.

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Kikar på  den fina kvällsmånen med fyren Ljungskär på grannön.

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Vi var inte ensamma på ön.

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Fin tältplats på Karsskäret

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That’s all folks!:-)

 


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by Christian Cronberg at August 20, 2016 03:41 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Destruction Island in September

I can’t remember why we couldn’t get to Destruction Island on the first Ikkatsu expedition, but Steve and I went back out to try in September of that year in the hope that we could get some footage and perhaps a survey of one of Washington’s least accessible places. There was some difficulty getting through the surf zone at Kalaloch that day, however, and we ended up not getting out to the island at all. September is a sweet-and-sour time on the coast when it comes to conditions, and the thick surf that day is not unusual for the fall shoulder season.

With that said, I’m planning on going back again next month, another September attempt and a chance to run that survey that we didn’t get to four years ago.

by Ken Campbell at August 20, 2016 02:31 pm

Pouls kajakblog
Jeg hedder Poul, og jeg er kajakoholiker! Denne blog - der mest er min egen dagbog over mit "kajakliv" - handler om mine kajakture og det udstyr jeg benytter mig af.

Tur med Jan til Stignæs, Skælskør, Agersø og Bisserup

Hvert år tager jeg på en lidt længere tur sammen med Jan. I år var vores kalendere ret fyldte - det er ikke nemt at finde tid for aktiver efterlønnere og pensionister - men vi fandt 4 dage i august med en fin vejrudsigt.
Jeg tog af sted fra Næstved Kajak & Canoeklub i flot vejr og blev endda mødt af en broåbning ved Svingbroen
Det var den lokale sandsuger, der til fiskernes store misfornøjelse arbejder flittigt på at ødelægge sandbunden i Smålandshavet, var på vej ind med en ladning sand.
Jan lagde ud fra Karrebæksminde og stødte til på fjorden. I dejligt vejr roede vi af sted og kom snart til molerne der fører ud til Smålandsfarvandet.
Efter et par timers roning var det tid til at afrime og strække ben. Vi fandt et stykke sandstrand på den ellers ret stenede kyststrækning og roede op på tangbræmmen. Det gav ingen ridser, men nogen meget tangfyldte kajakker. Der flød meget tang i vandet, så for ikke at få al for meget tang med ned i kajakkerne, lavede vi "seal lanuch" fra det opskyllede tang
Der skal energi på til en længere rotur, så vi gik i land på Glænøs østligste punkt. Her er Jan af og til forbi med fotografiapparatet, de der er en ternekoloni lige på den anden side af indsejlingen til fjorden bag øerne. Der bor også en del skarver på Ormø - det ses på træerne
Det blæste 5-6 m/sek - desværre modvind, men Glænøs klinter er meget flotte.
Så vi tog os tid til at nyde dem.
Ude over Smålandshavet/Storebælt samlede der sig flere og flere regnbyger. Vandet generede os ikke, men af og til genererede de kraftig modvind.
Vi sled os videre, og næste lille pause var på den noget kedelige strækning fra Glænø til Stigsnæs. Der er sikkert mange fugle i yngletiden på de smalle tanger, men denne dag var det bare modvind og gråvejr.
Ved Stigsnæs skal man et godt stykke ud på vandet for at komme forbi oliepieren. Skiltet ville have os 500 m yderlige ud, men vi sneg os forbi og undlod at bruge åben ild.
Efter 47 km's roning kunne vi gå i land - begge godt smadrede efter den lange modvindstur. Vi kunne slevfølgelig have delt turen i et par etaper, men der er ingen gode lejrpladser fra Bisserup til Stigsnæs.
Ved Stignæs ligger der et par dejlige sheltere - de er af en eller anden grund ikke med på Shelter app'e, men de ligger nord for havnen og kan ses fra vandet.
Efter vi var kommet i land og havde hængt rotøjet til tørre, rullet liggeunderlag og soveposer ud, var det tid til lidt personlig pleje. Jeg havde taget en nylontrøj på - den havde nogle store sømme der havde gnavet hul på huden. Normalt vender jeg altid sømmene udad, men denne gang ... Av!. Det fik en gang Barriere creme - denne creme kan jeg kun varmt anbefale, og den tog da heldigvis også den værste svien. I det hele taget var vi et par godt slidte og mørbankede gamle mænd med med ondt flere steder i vores ellers så spændstige kroppe :-/
Med alt på plads og maven fyldt af varm suppe med ristet chorizapølse, var det tid at tjekke liggeuderlag og min nye Warmpeace 600 Wide dunsovepose. Det var godt, og jeg tog en lille skraber.
Efter et par timer på ryggen så verden lidt bedre ud. Vi fyrede op under Kelly Kettlen og Trangiaen og lavede et lækker måltid af chili con carne turmat og ris. Skyerne havde delt sig lidt og vi fik en flot solnedgang. Trods den sene eftermiddagslur var der ingen problemer med at faldi søvn
Næste dag var vejret tilbage i det blæsende hjørne. Vi tog den med ro og gik en lille tur i skoven. Undervejs kom vi forbi de gamle skanser fra Englandskrigene.
Ved halvtolvtiden havde vi pakket lejren ned i kajakkerne og roede af sted. Vi havde hjemmefra snakket om forskellige muligheder. Men vi droppe alle planer om kryds af Storebælt mm. og roede mod Skælskør.
Der var stadig modvind....
Vi spiste frokost ved indsejlingen til fjorden med udsigt til den mest spøjse husbåd jeg nogen side har set. Det eneste der kunne minde op den var et glasfiberhus jeg for mange år siden så på Louisiana.
Der er ca 4 km fra mundingen af fjorden ind til Skælskør, og efter at have roet gennem noget der minder om en stor trakt, er man pludselig inde midt i byen.
Og minsandten om ikke der der dukkede et par broer op jeg endnu ikke havde roet under.
Først roede vi under en bro midt i byen, og derefter en bro der førte ind til Noret.
Det sprang vi dog over og roede tilbage mod Storebælt
Strømmen var med os, og vi kom raskt af sted.
Vid mundingen var der pæne strømsøer, og det er ikke de nemmeste forhold at fotografere i, men det lykkedes da at få et skud af Jan midt i løjerne.
Men vinden i ryggen roede vi tilbage til shelterne. De var stadig begge ledige, så vi flyttede ind igen. Kort efter fik vi selskab af en kunstner fra Præstø, der var cykeltur rundt på Sjælland. Hyggeligt med selskab, men han var nu en spøjs fyr, der vist ikke var så vant til at snakke med fremmede.
Tirsdag morgen mødte os med sol og svag vind - endelig passede vejrudsigterne fra YR og DMI - det var også på tide! Kursen blev sat mod Agersøs nordligste punkt.
Jeg havde aldrig været på eller ved Agersø og kunne konstatere at det var et meget smukt sted at ro. Klart vand med store tangskove,
udsyn til den store verden
og en kyst der bar præg af vind
På sydsiden fandt vi dog læ - og sågar et bor-bænk sæt, hvor vi i læ kunne nyde frokosten. Den består typisk af rugbrød med dåsemakrel-tun-kippers med Tabasco - og i år toppet med en chili-mayonnaise. Det er et måltid med krudt og energi. Undervejs henter vi også kræfter fra nødde/bær blandinger og diverse Müslibar.
Vi så en del sejlbåde for sejl, og det er jo altid et flot syn. Denne tysker havde is i maven - og sikkert også et godt søkort, for fra kajakkerne så det ud til at han sejlede op på stranden før han vendte og krydsede den anden vej
Det gik fint langs kysten - nu i sidevind - men ude over Storebælt lå et gevaldigt regnvejr. Det hev så meget i luftmasserne at vi pludselig igen sad i modvind og fik sågar lidt dryp. Vi kæmpede os videre langs Glænøs kyst indtil vi kom til en lille klint.
Her gik vi land og lavede et lille bål at varme os lidt ved.
Skyerne drev væk og da vi roede videre, var det i læ af klinter og med en flot blå himmel
Når man nu har et vandtæt kamera, må det prøves med en selfie taget fra vandet
Det kan gå hen og blive helt kunsterisk.
Dagens etape sluttede efter 36 km ved Bjørnebæk. Det var ved at være tid til aftensmad, så vi riggede køkkenet til ved en bænk.
Menuen stod på Suppe, Torsk i kremet karrisaus - lækkert - og en guldtuborg. En gammel kærlighed der er blusset op efter flere år hvor jeg stort set kun har drukket mørkt øl. Som min søn siger: "helst skal være med tjære og døde vikinger i!"
Der er en lejrplads inde i skoven ved Bisserup, men vejret viste sig denne aften fra sin bedste side, så med pagajer, trækline og regnslag fik jeg lavet et læsejl på stranden. Her fik jeg mig senere en dejlig nattesøvn i min nye lune sovepose.
Jan fik spejlreflekskameraet frem og legede med mulighederne.
Jeg legede også med muligheder på mit Lumix og skød mange billeder.
De to viste er dem der efter min bedste overbevisning bedst ligner månen og solnedgangen ved Bisserup. Jeg har kun rettet horisonten - ingen farvekorrektioner eller anden justering
Mens der var legestue med kameraerne tog jeg bla. også dette billede af lejren i "Livlige farver"
Næste morgen var pragtfuld. Der var faldet en del dug, men ved 9-tiden havde vi tørret alt vores grej og roede med solen lige i næsen det sidste lille stykke hjemad
Som altid var vi rørende enige om at stykket mellem Karrebæksminde og Bisserup er meget flot og fotogent.
Det er også et strækning med godt fiskevand, og vi fik da også hilst på en  glad lystfisker der havde fanget en ørred på flue.
Et sidste kig ud over Smålandsfarvandet
Vi skiltes på fjorden. Jan roede tilbage til Enø, og jeg roede mod kanalen. Ved "min" bøje tog jeg lige et par rul, inden jeg stille og roligt roede tilbage ad kanalen.

Det blev til 107 km på de fire dage.

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at August 20, 2016 11:50 am

kajaknördar – paddling verkar kul
tid utomhus räknas. Tid i kajaken räknas dubbelt

Solig fredagseftermiddag på Skälderviken

Fartskylt i Skälderviken. Vi visade lite hänsyn :)

Fartskylt i Skälderviken. Vi visade lite hänsyn 🙂

Igår eftermiddag tog vi oss en solig skön tur på Skälderviken. Inte så långt söderut men en liten bit och sen tillbaka för bad och fika på stranden strax intill pirarna. Riktigt göttigt sensommarväder. Lite båtar ute och lite folk på stränderna.

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Smidig iläggning

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Gött med sol i ögonen

Glad i kajak

Glad i kajak

Bad är alltid gott

Bad är alltid gott

Paddling med sol i ögonen

Paddling med sol i ögonen

Varm och go strandfika

Varm och go strandfika

Orange vy mot Kullaberg

Orange vy mot Kullaberg

Inlägget Solig fredagseftermiddag på Skälderviken dök först upp på kajaknördar - paddling verkar kul.

by Erik Sjöstedt at August 20, 2016 07:42 am

August 19, 2016

OCEANPAX Paddle / Run / Be
Reflections on life, self-propelled outdoor pursuits, and all manner of things that may come to mind while sea kayaking on the waters, and minimalist running along the trails, of south Vancouver Island and Gabriola Island in beautiful British Columbia, Canada.

Sharing the land...at "Meall nam Fiadh".


Regularly, we are reminded that home ownership is a misnomer. Returning from an early morning walk today, a couple of fellow "residents" were waiting at the end of the driveway. They showed neither fear nor anxiety about close proximity with the humans who share their land. After all, we meet and greet one another almost every day.

We've named the place where we live, "Meall nam Fiadh". Two young friends from the Isle of Skye, who speak Gaelic, have assured us that the translation is reasonably accurate. It means, "hill of the deer". At least half a dozen deer graze in the forest around the house every day. It's their home too. There are, of course, bears. This IS Canada, after all. One wandered through some time ago. We didn't see him / her. We did note, however, that the "swatted" and dented compost bin on its side was evidence of enthusiastic investigation and foraging. We know the mostly reclusive cougars (aka mountain lion, puma, panther) also visit here. I recently found some well-formed skat (droppings), near the house, clear evidence of this ambush-from-behind predator. Although they are rarely seen, contact and attacks on humans, are becoming more and more common as human habitation expands.


It is always important to acknowledge that the land we live on, here on south Vancouver Island, is the traditional territory of the Cowichan Tribes. They are British Columbia's largest single First Nation Band. As we all know, colonization by Europeans and subsequent Canadian history became a tragic and costly experience for those who had been careful stewards of the land for thousands of years. The Cowichan Tribes, and other member First Nations of the Hul’qumi’num Treaty Group, continue to negotiate a treaty with both the Federal Government and the Government of British Columbia. Our First Nations sisters and brothers have so much to teach us about our necessary connection to the natural world.


The gentle resident deer are a constant reminder that we share this fragile planet, whirling through space, with one another. We're called to care deeply for it, and all life, in every way that we can.



Oh, and then there's the "tree person", who watches our every move. Perhaps he could give us a "shout" the next time the bear comes by! ;)

by Duncan and Joan (noreply@blogger.com) at August 19, 2016 09:49 pm

Padlemia
En blogg om padling og annet friluftsliv i (hovedsakelig) Vesterålen

Protestpadling Andenes–Otervika

Protestpadlinga mi har jo for lenge siden vært i Bladet Vesterålen, men den må jo blogges også. Det ble rett og slett en fin tur, også.

Jeg satt hjemme mot slutten av ferien og lurte på hva jeg skulle finne på, og mest bare sullet rundt i hagen. Så leste jeg en artikkel om den foreslåtte nedleggingen av Orion-stasjonen på Andøya, og ble så eitrende forbannet – men hva skal man gjøre med det, liksom?

Nei Tykje ta, jeg tar han Tykje og Døcken (bildet) med, og så protestpadler jeg. Følgende melding ble lagt ut på Facebook:

«*Pakker for protestpadling*
Andøya ble strøket av padlelista mi for i år, da været i starten av ferien og sist helg sa tvert nei. Men nå vil jo disse høyrepartiene (unntatt helt lokalt) stryke hele flystasjonen der ute uten en gang å legge fram hele tallgrunnlaget (så rart...) – kan man da la være? Øya er kanskje ikke det samme om noen år.

Det pakkes for protestpadling. Hvor mye og hvor hen, får været bestemme. Sier været nei så får jeg ta 10 på skjæret-posten i Bleiksvannet, heller... Protestpadle skal jeg i hvert fall!
Heia Andøy! Håper ikke Stortinget lar seg lure!»

Jeg kjørte til Andenes, og satte ut derfra. Været var foreløpig på min side, jeg slapp å holde meg til Bleiksvatnet. Her blir det havpadling, ja.

Dette er tredje sommeren med ett års opphold at jeg setter ut her, men dette er første gang jeg gjør det alene. Så får vi se om det er bergenseren som har bragt ulykke, eller ting spiller mer på lag denne gangen. Dette bildet er ikke så pent, men det illustrerer at det gjøres en stor jobb i havna for tiden, den skal bli ganske bra når arbeidet er ferdig.

Anednes fra sjøsiden. Det var nokså vindstille, bare en ørliten dytt i ryggen. Men det var forbausende mye drag i sjøen! Med sola som speilet seg blendende i sjøen, flere skjær i sjøen enn jeg husket, kombinert med hav som løftet seg litt over grunner var det litt ubehagelig vanskelig å se hvor det var brott. Fanken.

Sarven brydde seg lite om det. Jeg angret et øyeblikk på hele ideen, men så avfeide jeg meg selv med at dette er da slett ikke verre enn jeg kan håndtere helt greit.

Det gikk selvfølgelig helt fint, framdrifta var grei og det var en flott tur selv om havet bråket en del.

Underveis fornemmet jeg en merkelig lyd, inni margen liksom. Hm? Aha!!! Det var telefonen som lå og dirret i lommen på vesten. Fremmed nummer. ?

Det var en journalist, som lurte på om han kunne få treffe meg på turen og skrive om protesten min. Tja, skal det være noe vits med en protest, så kan man jo ikke si nei til sånt. Jeg avtalte å møte han på Bleiksstranda hvis det var greit å gå i land der. På vei dit tok jeg en liten avstikker til denne, som det hekker havsuler og skarv på. Dette er på innsiden, der var det rolig.

Denne taggete fjellrekka er ganske kul. 

I det samme jeg kom inn mot stranden, dukket journalisten opp. Jeg ble litt heftet med tanke på tidsskjemaet, men det var jo ikke noe stress. Jeg hadde ingenting jeg skulle rekke.

Bleiksøya i bakgrunnen – kanskje jeg skulle ta meg en tur dit ut?

Journalister må også fotograferes, her er Idar.

På X-te forsøk klarte jeg å ta en selfie med fjellet. I ettertid lurer jeg litt på hva den var så viktig for, men det er vel kjekt å ha.

Etter hvert kom jeg til Bleik, den landsbyen ser sånn ut.

Jeg fikk i grunnen litt lyst til å padle ut til øya. Det var jo lite vind, og etter jeg kom "rundt svingen" ved Bleik var det litt mindre drag også. Kanskje?

Jeg satte kursen utover, men det ble sånn her. Jeg fikk sola helt rett imot og ble blendet og det var lite artig. Regnet ikke med å få se så mye uansett her. 

Klokka begynte å bli en del nå, så jeg fant ut at det var like greit å campe i Otervika. Men hvordan ville det være å komme seg i land når dønningene står rett på?

Det var ikke helt enkelt å se hvordan det var innover, men det dundret og bråket noe allmektig, så jeg antok at det var en del surfebølger innover. Det gikk helt fint, men det var mer bråk enn tidligere ganger.  

På land var det massedød av disse her, glassmaneter. Enormt mange lå det utover stranden, har ikke sett maken.

Nei og nei, dårlig dekning. Hvordan skal det da gå med oppdatering på protesten?

Det var langt å dra kajakken oppover, men det var ikke flo før om natten så det var bare å hive seg til å dra. Den måtte jo helt opp.

Et bredt belte med glassmaneter hele stranden bortover. Fordelen var at det faktisk ble litt lettere å dra kajakken over dem…

En liten "skulptur" noen har laget.

Flott lys utover kvelden.

Solen truet med å gå ned, og det gikk opp for meg at årets midnattsol faktisk er over. Æsj.




Det ble en nydelig kveld. Jeg fant en teltplass som så ut for å være brukt før, så jeg satte opp teltet. Jeg kjente imidlertid ikke etter om marka var flat, så det oppdaget jeg jo etter hvert at den slett ikke var. Men men, sånn var det bare.

Solnedgang gir vakre farger på himmelen i hvert fall. Plusspoeng for skyer som gir ekstra mønster og flere farger.

– God natt!

Ble du nysgjerrig på hva dette dreier seg om og hvorfor det er så nøye med en flystasjon, så kan du gå inn på andværinenes kampanjeside for mer info. Her ligger også annonsekampanje i VG. (Ja, seriøst, de har gjort det.) Hjemmesiden finner du HER.

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at August 19, 2016 05:28 pm

Björn Thomasson Design

Inhopp som handelsresande…

Bleket på södra Tjörn, Kajaktiv

Direkt efter senaste symposiet i Danmark blev det en tur i Sydnorge och Bohuslän för att prata med lämpliga återförsäljare för Frej. Fortsatt tur med vädret innebar att vi kunde visa kajakerna (Frej 504 och 534) i strålande sol och 25 graders värme.

De som provpaddlade var genomgående väldigt imponerande över kombinationen extremt manöverbar lek-, och rollkajak med en pålitlig stabilitetskurva och seriös långturskajak med fart, lastkapacitet och säkerhet även för dåliga väderförhållanden (även om vädret den här gången var lite för bra för att testarna skulle få en riktigt uppfattning av det senare). Det blev många ”WOW” från överraskade testpaddlare.

Ingenting är bestämt än men Nautopp i Grebbestad och Kajaktiv Tjörn var intressanta samarbetspartners och intresserade av kajakerna.

Bilderna är från onsdagsmorgonen och Bleket på södra Tjörn – en sådan vidunderlig sensommardag som uppväger en hel månads höstrusk. Patrik Forsling tar en provtur med kajaken.

Bleket på södra Tjörn, Kajaktiv

Bleket på södra Tjörn, Kajaktiv

by Björn Thomasson at August 19, 2016 03:47 pm

Pouls kajakblog
Jeg hedder Poul, og jeg er kajakoholiker! Denne blog - der mest er min egen dagbog over mit "kajakliv" - handler om mine kajakture og det udstyr jeg benytter mig af.

Hyggelig tur rundt om Gavnø

Efter den lange tur til Stignæs, syntes jeg at jeg trængte til at ro en stille tur på fjorden.
Ved et tilfælde mødte jeg op i NKC samtidig med John og Ole, så vi blev enige om at følges. Vejret var ikke det bedste med lave skyer og en enkelt regnbyge undervejs, men det blev en meget hyggelig tur.
Vi snakkede om mangt og meget, og bla. at det var længe siden vi rigtig havde set havørn på fjorden. Den snak blev gjort til skamme, da en ørn lettede fra træerne ved Karlsgab. Senere så vi en flyve over Gavnø. Disse syn blev dog overgået da en ørn valgte at flyve næsten lige ind over os. For det meste bliver fotografier af ørne til små prikker på himlen, men denne gang kan man faktisk se at det er en fugl.
En anden ting vi snakkede om var redninger. John og Ole havde været igennem en kæntring med efterfølgende makkerredning på en tur ved Knudshoved Odde. Der var ikke den store dramatik, og den kæntrede sad hurtigt i kajakken igen. Det de havde oplevet var dog at selv om der havde været "ro på" , var den kæntrede roer dog så forvirret at han i første omgang havnede i kajakken med benene den gale retning, og "redderen" havde ikke med autoritet i stemmen rettet på "svømmeren".

De havde efterfølgende trænet redninger nogle gange, og vi snakkede om at selv om alt foregår stille og roligt, så er det vigtigt at ham der sidder i kajakken med hele sit væsen  og stemmeføring skærer igennem og bestemmer. Det er også en helt anden situation at vælte og skal tilbage i kajakken når det sker forberedt på fladt vand eller uventet i bølger. Måske skal vi aftale at det er ok at skubbe hinanden omkuld en gang imellem :-)

Det blev til 16 km

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at August 19, 2016 01:34 pm

August 18, 2016

Jimski's Blog

Farewell to Shetland - a few more paddles

After the high energy of the Shetland Sea Kayak Symposium, many of the paddlers headed north to The Voter Centre near to Brae. On the Monday morning, after 7 days of paddling I decided to take a day off to go for a few short walks.

I started off by driving to Esha Ness to take a look at the cliffs and stacks. I parked up beside the lighthouse but after a few minutes a thick mist descended. It quickly became cold and drizzly, and the views along the coast became obliterated. Down at Strenness the conditions were much more pleasant and I spotted some paddlers heading for Dore Holm. This 36 metre high rock stack has a spectacular rock arch. When viewed from certain angles it is not surprising that this feature is nick-named 'The Drinking Horse'.

I’d heard all about how the coastal architecture in Ronas Voe is special but I could never have been prepared for what I experienced that day. We started on a small sand beach next to a shingle spit called ‘The Blade’ and followed the rocky shore northwest. After about a kilometre of sparse rock-hopping we paddled round an ordinary looking corner and found a grand looking arch, then a cave another and then more…

I openly declared, “It’s started!”

The coastline grew into labyrinth after labyrinth. Arches, caves, and timeless deep mysterious gullies led from one to the next. It was easy to forget where we were. Occasionally we would emerge into a broad bay with a beach. Just for the novelty we would stop to stretch our legs and grab a bite to eat.
As we approached the northern tip of this stretch we saw the effects of the strong south-westerly winds. There were huge breaking waves crashing past a headland called ‘The Faither’. We braved the intimidating swell and rounded Gatli Stack before running back for cover and winding our way back around, along and beneath the shore that we had already explored. 


After all the excitement in the vote a short easy but fun trip with rock-hopping was on the menu. The rocky coast of Cunningsburgh was an easy choice and it was conveniently close to Lerwick for the boys from Orkney to catch their ferry home later that day.

Evening discussions continued late into the night in the Voxter Centre and as a result, a trip around  Muckle Roe was inevitable. We set off from the marina at Roe Sound. After heading south for the first four kilometres the coastline took on a grand stature so typical of Shetland's exposed shores.

Our exploring took us to a narrow opening that led into a huge cavern. In turn, this led out into a cove, a bay and another place. We later discovered this to be the Hole of Hellier.

Our subterranean adventures continued with passages at Harri Stack and Little Ness giving us moments of complete bewilderment, and quotes like, "How the heck did we end up here?" The final 3 kilometres were a welcome wind down. This had been a day of intense adventure.

I took it easy on the last couple of days. I made a final pilgrimage to Mousa and did some sightseeing around Lerwick. I drove onto the ferry and settled down for a coffee and only half heard the announcement that we would be taking the northern route past the towering cliffs and Gannet colonies of Noss. This was a perfect end to two weeks of adventure on Shetland. I have seen so much but there is still so much to see. I must return soon.


by Jim Krawiecki (noreply@blogger.com) at August 18, 2016 06:56 pm

Essex Explorations
Our membership is small…but that’s by design. Each of our explorers is a recognized leader in their respective field and brings a unique set of skills to the group. Whether a certified instructor, commercial guide, or in the case of our latest member, a professional photographer, each is passionate about explorations, pushing their boundaries, and then sharing that experience with others.

How About a BioBlitz in Willipa Bay For Fun?

citizen science

I’ll be heading out to the coast for a few days. Mainly for relaxation, but I’ve got a couple of projects I’ll work into the schedule between surf sessions. Hopefully, the high pressure system will remain in place allowing me to grab some aerial footage for clients. I recently upgraded to Hero 4 black as […]

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by Steve Weileman at August 18, 2016 03:58 pm

DIARIO DE KAYAK
Fotos,videos y relatos de mi navegaciones en kayak de mar

KAYACAT

Llega un nuevo concepto de kayak hinchable el kayacat. De momento es un proyecto crowfunding pero está cerca de conseguir el dinero necesario. leer mas

August 18, 2016 02:02 pm

August 17, 2016

Frogma
Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond. (with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)

More from Women Swimmin' weekend

So, yes, I wasn't in Brooklyn this weekend, I hit the road with a song in my heart and a boat on my (rental) car around 10 am on Friday, headed to upstate New York for another visit to Ithaca. This was my third time helping out with the Women Swimmin' for Hospicare event in Lake Cayuga, it's a great event in a beautiful part of the country and although it is a bit of a hike from Brooklyn, I do actually like to drive a car once a year, just to keep my hand in, so this is a great way to get that in. I make a three-day weekend of it and it's just so much fun. Ithaca's got this cute slogan, "Ithaca is Gorges" - well, it really is!

I started to describe the fun I got to have out there in addition to Women Swimmin', but it started getting a little long for a post in the middle of the work day and if I make that part 2 I can do pictures. For now, I'll just start you off with the link to my Women Swimmin' event gallery. Enjoy!

Photo above was one of my favorites as this small flock of ducks had apparently decided to join in for a bit - they were swimming along as though they were part of the event. Too cute. 

by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at August 17, 2016 07:54 pm

Björn Thomasson Design

Grönlandsträff på Thurø, Danmark

Vackra stränder – jag borde haft med mitt målarskrin och lite akvarellpapper!

Två veckor efter Ærø-träffen var det dags för nästa. På Thurø söder om Fyn, bara någon mil från Ærø, hade Pernille och Jakob på Kajakinn bjudit in till kajakträff med Grönländskt tema. Den här gången en liten träff, 30 personer, med hög kompetensnivå på deltagarna. Cherri Perry och Turner Wilson instruerade roll och jag höll i paddelteknik och ett föredrag om kajakers egenskaper och prestanda. Nya och gamla bekantskaper och trevlig stämning på en mycket välskött campingplats och en fantastiskt fin strand att utgå från.

Mitt enkla tjäll...
Mitt enkla tjäll...

...medan andra bodde mera fashionabelt
...medan andra slog upp mer grandiosa boenden

Kajakparkering
Kajakparkering på stranden

Andreas Holm med kajak och paddlar
Andreas Holm ställde även här ut sin vackra kajak och sina välgjorda paddlar

Lägrets barista
Varje morgon vaknade jag när lägrets livsnjutande barista vevade fram lite nymalet kaffe för sin morgonkopp

Cherri och Turner värmer upp gruppen med lite kajakyoga
Cherri och Turner värmer upp sin grupp med lite kajakyoga

Gräsrollar
Därefter lite rollar på fast underlag för att finjustera tekniken

...fortsättning i vattnet
...innan det var dags att bli våt

by Björn Thomasson at August 17, 2016 07:05 pm

josebelloseakayaking

Aún se pueden encontrar rincones solitarios..

Por difícil que parezca, a mediados de Agosto, aún es posible encontrar lugares tranquilos en nuestras playas, eso sí, hay que llegar en kayak.....!
 

by Jose Bello (noreply@blogger.com) at August 17, 2016 05:13 pm

PaddlingLight.com
Lightweight canoe and kayak travel

Canoe Lovers: Grand Portage Rendezvous Days and Powwow

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Last weekend was the annual Rendezvous Days and Powwow at Grand Portage National Monument in northern Minnesota. The Grand Portage was the 8-mile trail that fur-trading voyageurs took to bring the furs they gathered to the company’s remote headquarters. In August every year, the voyageurs would show up and the rich company owners would come from Europe, and Grand Portage became a rough and tumble celebration. After the celebration, the furs were loaded aboard massive voyageur canoes and paddled across the Great Lakes and eventually shipped to Europe where many became hats. In the states, the voyageurs would carry trade goods up the portage and then paddle 100s of miles back to their outposts. This repeated until beaver was almost extinct. Luckily for the beaver, the fur hats that their pelts were used went out of fashion.

Now, each year on the second weekend of August, fur trade reenactors descend on Grand Portage, sent up canvas tents, haul birchbark canoes around and the weekend becomes a fun family weekend. The local tribe’s powwow also goes on at the same time.

If you love canoeing, you should plan on coming next year. It’s a lot of fun.

Here are a few pictures:

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by Bryan Hansel at August 17, 2016 03:50 pm

Essex Explorations
Our membership is small…but that’s by design. Each of our explorers is a recognized leader in their respective field and brings a unique set of skills to the group. Whether a certified instructor, commercial guide, or in the case of our latest member, a professional photographer, each is passionate about explorations, pushing their boundaries, and then sharing that experience with others.

Witnessing a Golden Pacific Sunset over Young Love

Sunset over Lovers on the jetties of Ocean Shores. Photograph by Steve Weileman (www.xexplore.com)

I’m usually not one to photograph people, unless I’m using them to portray scale in a landscape shot. This was the exception. The was a small crowd at the jetties enjoying the sunset but this couple were as much into each others company as their surroundings. How could your spirits not be lifted by young […]

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by Steve Weileman at August 17, 2016 03:25 pm

August 16, 2016

Kanotisten.com
Kajak, Foto,Friluftsliv

Exped Orion extreme 2

Fyndade ett nytt tält i går kväll för 4000kr (använt en gång) via Facebook gruppen kajaker säljes. Gillar Exped prylar då de ofta är lite extra finurliga. Se bara påsen för stänger som även har fack för pinnar och linor. Ser väldigt välsytt ut och med bra sitthöjd.

by Bengt Larsson at August 16, 2016 07:00 am

August 15, 2016

On the Big Sea in a Little Boat
Trip reports and other kayaking related ramblings.

Core Principles

Carl Ladd gave a RICKA special class today on his version of the core principles of kayaking. His core principles approach is an interesting way into the basics of kayaking that stresses connection with kayak and form over the more head first traditional approach.
It is a lot of what Carl typically stresses: Be one with the kayak; your legs are essential in making the kayak steer. He also stressed that locking your thighs into your thigh grips is almost never a good idea. It creates a situation where you are fighting yourself for control over the kayak.
We also reviewed good stroke form. This part of class is something I'm not sure how much benefit I get. It is geared towards paddlers with big scoop paddles, not sticks. Still, the basic mechanics were good to work through.
One thing that was striking, was that in a class about boat control full of people paddling Cetus and similar touring kayaks, paddling the Great Pumpkin is a lot like cheating. The Aries is a dream to maneuver if you get the strokes and body positions even close to right. On the other hand, if you get things wrong it is equally obvious.
My two takeaways from the class: 1. I chicken wing too much. 2. I have a habit of locking my thighs in place.

by Eric J. (noreply@blogger.com) at August 15, 2016 10:47 pm

Paddle Bug

I talked Bug into kayaking on Lake Cohituate this afternoon. The bribes included swimming off the kayaks, ice cream, and letting her have her own kayak. Letting her have her own kayak wasn't so much a bribe as part of the plan. I got her a paddle of her own and want her to start learning to use it when we paddle in the double. The best way I could think of was to put her in her own kayak.
I was half expecting the rental place to say no, but they seemed perfectly OK with letting a six year old on the lake in her own kayak. They even had special kid kayaks. They were some sort of Ocean Play sit on top with an integrated tow system. I also got a sit on top because I figure it would make things easier if Bug needed help.
When they asked how long we would be out I said maybe an hour. I wasn't sure how long Bug would last. I shouldn't have been.
The first challenge was getting out of the loading area. There are some moored sail boats and a fair amount of kayak traffic. Maneuvering is pretty important and this was Bug's first time. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for her to figure out how to make the kayak go mostly where she wanted it to.



We paddled over to one of the small coves and hopped in the water for some swimming. Sit-on-tops are much better swimming platforms than the typical sea kayak. They are so wide and stable you can just haul yourself right up on the deck. It was nice. Bug even did a few practice capsizes just for fun.
After some swimming, we went back to the mouth of the cove. I asked Bug where she wanted to go next. We could go back or we could paddle around some more. She decided to paddle to the far side of the lake and took off.
She got up some good speed at times. She also did a fair share of experimenting with how the paddle felt in the water and different ways of making the kayak move. It was great fun to watch. I didn't really do much in the way of teaching or coaching. I simply reminded her a few times that the smiley faces on the paddle should always be smiling back at her and encouraged her when she did something really good. It was more about having fun than about being taught anything.
About three quarters of the way across the lake I looked at my watch and realized that we'd been out on the water for 45 minutes. Doing some quick math in my head, I realize that it will take at least 20 minutes to get back. The money warnings started going off in my head. Stupid grown-up concerns....
I decided it was time to hurry back to the rental place.
Bug decided it was time to swim again. "Just five minutes, please." Ten minutes later, after a few panics about fish brushing up against her legs, we were on our way back.
It was not fast going, since Bug wanted to paddle over near shore to check out a party and practice backwards turning. There were also a few short sprints.
I eventually gave up worrying about the money. How often, will I get the chance to have a relaxing paddle with my daughter on a perfect summer day? Hopefully, a lot, but it is still priceless.
When it looked like she was getting tired, I offered to tow her. The wind had picked up a little and it was making it hard to paddle straight. Bug refused. At one point, Bug was making goofy screams and a paddle boarder asked if she was OK. Of course, she was OK.
Bug did ask me to tow her one time. She couldn't get away from the shore and wanted me too pull her out to the middle of the lake. She was very clear that this was a temporary tow. I'm not sure what happened, but once we were well away from shore I felt the tow get taught and then very slack.... I look back and Bug is in the water, with her paddle, and a little freaked out. Using my calm voice I got her over to my kayak, took her paddle, and helped her back up.
I asked if she was OK and we were off again. After some more meandering and checking out why the swim area was on lock down, we made it back to the rental place. Total time on the water was over two hours of fun.
I cannot wait to do it again.

by Eric J. (noreply@blogger.com) at August 15, 2016 10:37 pm

kajaknördar – paddling verkar kul
tid utomhus räknas. Tid i kajaken räknas dubbelt

Djurholmen och cykling på Bjäre

Ljungen blommar för fullt på Djurholmen, superfint

Ljungen blommar för fullt på Djurholmen, superfint

Spången på Djurholmamossen

Spången på Djurholmamossen

Vilken go dag. Sommar igen så här precis lagom till att många har börjat jobb & skola igen 🙂

I förmiddags tog vi oss en go promenad uppe på Djurholmen, alltid lika fint däruppe på Hallandsåsen och nästan alltid lika förvånansvärt lite folk. Kanske blir mer framöver när Djurholmen numera blivit naturreservat. Oavsett så rekommenderas det gärna, finfint strövområde med mosse, bäckar, raviner med mera. Ett svalkande dopp i Rössjön lyckades vi även få in i vårt späckade schema 😉

Somrigt bad i Rössjön

Somrigt bad i Rössjön

Efter några timmars hemmadräll körde vi ut på Bjäre med skogscyklarna. Cyklade längs skåneleden från Grytskären och ut mot Torekov. En riktigt fin runda över fälader och strandängar. Ibland genom kohagar, ibland bland hästar och ibland bland en och annan kvarglömd semesterfirare.

Bad i Rammsjöstrand och fika där med innan vi svängde lite inåt land och tog vägarna tillbaka mot bilen i det allt goare kvällsljuset.

En fårdugastart på veckan helt enkelt 🙂

Västerut med solen i ögonen

Västerut med solen i ögonen

Somrig cykling

Somrig cykling

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Paus med mer soliögonen

Paus med mer soliögonen

Fler fåglar och kor än tvåbenta käraduare som sällskap ;)

Fler fåglar och kor än tvåbenta käraduare som sällskap 😉

Skuggig cykling

Skuggig cykling

Växer så det knakar, inte bara den eviga tillväxten

Växer så det knakar, inte bara den eviga tillväxten

Inlägget Djurholmen och cykling på Bjäre dök först upp på kajaknördar - paddling verkar kul.

by Erik Sjöstedt at August 15, 2016 08:34 pm

Frogma
Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond. (with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)

Not Brooklyn!

Roamin' Romany, southeast of Ithaca. Because sometimes a city boat enjoys a little fresh air! 

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by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at August 15, 2016 03:05 pm

Mike Jackson's Paddling Journal
A journal of my sea kayak trips.

July 29 to August 14 - Alaska (#65-74)

While in Alaska as naturalist aboard Maple Leaf Adventures' MV Swell, I managed to get in ten paddles in several spectacular locations.
I will follow up with detailed  blog postings for each paddle in due course - but first I have to pack for leaving for PEI this evening!
28 km, YTD 636 km

by Mike J (noreply@blogger.com) at August 15, 2016 01:29 pm

Paddle Making (and other canoe stuff)
Functional paddle art and other canoe related ramblings

Quick Woods Pack Repair

Started working on repairing the three Woods packs obtained earlier this summer.

This first one is a later model pack with thinner, darker olive canvas but some neat additional features. It has a some nylon webbing around the perimeter along with a built in map storage packet in the top flap. There are also small slip pockets on either side of the base. The previous owner mentioned this was one of many packs supplied by Woods Canada for a group sponsored trip to Labrador.

Here's a photo of the original condition of the pack, complete with an oval logo patch on the front.


This pack had a large repairable tear by one tump buckle anchor as well as a growing hole on the front. The leather components were dried out but salvageable so they were not removed, but just re-oiled. I also removed the torn Woods logo from the front as the thin material was flimsy and cracking.

Original Condition front

Original condition rear

The vertical shaped tear along the tump buckle was easy enough to stitch back together resulting in a discrete seam that I could live with. However, the round hole in the front could not be stitched closed as too much of the woven canvas had been lost and I didn't want a pucker in the front that could tear again under stress.

medium sized hole in front

Instead, I secured the perimeter of the hole using a blanket stitch of waxed braided cordage. This resulted in a neater round hole that shouldn't enlarge any further.

Edges stabilized with blanket stitch in waxed thread.

Then to cover the hole, a square scrap of veg tan leather was stitched over the hole. Not the neatest job, but it was in a very awkward spot to saddle stitch. Just to add a little Canadian flair, I ended up stamping the leather with a maple leaf...

Leather patch job

Unlike the other 2 packs which will be washed and scrubbed with a cleanser, I left this one in its obtained state. The clean spot left over from the original oval Woods label is obvious but it should fade over time.



Oiled up and ready to go

This pack was also missing its tumpline so another one will need to be made, but for now this user pack is good to go.

by Murat (noreply@blogger.com) at August 15, 2016 11:02 am

Padlemia
En blogg om padling og annet friluftsliv i (hovedsakelig) Vesterålen

Trollfjorden, Grunnfjorden og Brakøya – en knalldag!

Jeg har i hele sommer hatt en plan om å dra tilbake til Trollfjorden, på en finværsdag. Hjemkommet fra ferie men fortsatt fri til å gjøre som jeg vil – værvarslet antydet oppklarning dagen etter. Melding ble sendt til Wenche, telefonen ringte etter få minutter. Hun var ikke tungbedt! Dessverre litt for sent på kvelden til at det var vits å legge ut invitasjon til flere, men. Det blir nok flere turer hit.

Da jeg sto opp lå tåka hjemme – og i Raftsundet. Skitt. Men andre webkameraer fortalte at det slett ikke var tilfellet overalt, så vi satset og kjørte av gårde likevel. Det var nokså tidlig på morran, så det var absolutt håp. Og som vi ser, så slo det til. Vi satte ut fra Tennfjord. Ute i Raftsundet gikk en liten cruisebåt i lusefart. Hva hadde den for seg, tro?

Vi brydde oss ikke så veldig med den, men satte kursen mot Svartsundet. Litt vind var det nordfra, men ikke så mye at vi brydde oss særlig med det.

Svartsundet er flott, de er heldige som har feriested her. Men hva var det med denne helikoptertrafikken? Matt Damon skulle jo ikke hit før om noen dager?

Vi hadde tenkt oss inn Grunnfjorden også, men tok turen innom Trollfjorden aller først. Den var tross alt hovedmålet.

Like flott som før. Jeg har ikke vært her så tidlig på dagen før, så lyset var litt annerledes. I grunnen ganske kjekt at det kom sånn, da ble det ikke motlys. Heller ikke så voldsomt med skygge, i hvert fall når vi padlet på denne siden.

Det var da veldig til piping og teist-trafikk oppi berget?

Sannelig, her hekker det en hel del teist. De hadde nokså store unger nå, vi var jo i slutten av juli.

Planen var å ta pause innerst, vi hadde jo verken spist skikkelig frokost eller noe. Men vi tok oss likevel god tid innover, for å nyte fjorden skikkelig.

Særlig artig med teisten i sprekkene oppover. Synd jeg lot kikkerten bli liggende i bilen.

Wenche ligger i bildet for å være måålestokk... Stilig med den grønne «veien» oppover.

Inne i fjorden var det fossefall, og siden det var nokså bra flo så kunne jeg padle helt inn til den som forrige gang var utilgjengelig med kajakken.

Regnbuen dukket også opp.

Den andre fossen litt lenger bort var også der. Jeg kom på at jeg var jo fri for vann i Camelback'n, den kunne jo fylles på med superfriskt fjellvann! Som tenkt så gjort – det ble litt kaldt når man ikke hadde på seg tørrdrakt, he he.

Vi gikk i land helt innerst i fjorden, for matpause og å nyte øyeblikket.

Noen andre hadde også gått i land her, men vi så ikke noe til dem utover farkostene de nok hadde kommet i. Kanskje noen har gått en tur opp til Trollfjordhytta? Når jeg kommer i fjellform igjen en gang, så skal jeg ta en ny tur opp dit. Men det blir nok ikke i år, nei.

Etter en stund i fred og ro, kom det durende enda et helikopter. Det brukte all verdens tid, og sto en stund helt i ro foran fjellveggen. Stakkars teist. Det bråket noe helt infernalsk, disse ribbene som kommer susende i ei satans fart, blir bare småtterier i forhold. Det bråket også X ganger lenger, så det fikk til slutt servert en finger. Det var umulig å fortsette samtalen eller tenke på noe annet mens det var der, det stjal all oppmerksomhet.

I ettertid har det vist seg at det nok ikke var der på sightseeing med turister, men at det antagelig var i forbindelse med Matt Damon-filmen som skulle spille inn der noen dager senere. Nuvel, når han der Damon kommer og ødelegger matfreden, så får han tåle såpass.

Etter hvert fant vi det på tide å ta turen videre, og padlet ut fjorden igjen på andre siden.
Det var i grunnen deilig med litt skygge innimellom.

Det syntes tydeligvis disse også. Det var for øvrig merkbart mindre aktivitet i fuglefjellet etter helikopterseansen. (Som ikke var den eneste, vi så helikopter fem–seks ganger i løpet av de timene vi var på tur i området.)

Det var flere som besøkte Trollfjorden, det kom og gikk båter jevnt og trutt. De fleste tok hensyn, men disse her innbilte seg at de eide fjorden, kunne det se ut for. Ikke seilbåten altså, men gummibåten og ungdommene på gummikanokajakker. De hørte nok til den cruisebåten vi hadde sett i starten av turen.

Sightseeingbåter kom det også, med masse folk. Ribbene kom med jevne mellomrom, men de gikk i det minste sammen i puljer istedenfor å spre seg utover hele dagen. Ikke helt begeistret for at de dukket opp i innløpet av fjorden i ei satans fart akkurat, men det kunne være til pass for de som hadde ungdommene utpå å få seg en liten vekker. (Og inn fjorden tok de mer hensyn.)

Da vi kom helt ut av fjorden, møtte vi på kjentfolk. Det var Lofoten Aktiv v/Jann som kom guidende med en gruppe turister. De skulle selvfølgelig inn Trollfjorden en tur.

Dette fjellet hadde jeg glemt av, det er veldig tøft. Jeg er helt sikker på at dette er fjellet som Frodo (og Gollum) måtte opp for å bli kvitt den ringen. Vi ser jo helt tydelig trinn oppover, hele veien?

Ha ha ha! Naturen har laget sitt eget kunstverk… Trenger ingen videre kommentar?

Grunnfjorden er også fin, selv om den er annerledes enn Trollfjorden. Her er fjellene helt sånn forvitret, ganske stilig. Og så er den veldig grunn på det smaleste, så hvis det er stille kan man se mye kult på bunnen. Vi hadde derimot litt vind rett ut fjorden, så det var ikke snakk om å stoppe opp der.

Flott og synlig informasjonstavle innerst i fjorden. Like innafor ligger det nemlig et vann, få meter over havet.

Her er utløpet. Vi ser det vel ikke akkurat, men det er folk og lavvo innerst ved vatnet… Jeg passet på å få dem med, men de ble jo så små at det ikke vises uansett.

Slett ikke verst, dette? Jeg synes så absolutt Grunnfjorden også er verdt et besøk.

Her er forresten ruta vår, vi tok en klatretur opp fjellveggen i Trollfjorden også. Ikke – men det mente GPSn. Jeg må teste ut om den er dårlig, eller det bare er de spesielle forholdene i fjorden som gjør det. (Kan fort være det, men det har ikke skjedd før, med den gamle GPSn.)

Etter en snack satte vi oss i kajakkene igjen. Vi hadde nemlig mer lyst til å ha skikkelig pause på ei strand, så vi la neste etappe mot stranda på Brakøya.

Hanse Explorer het den cruisebåten. Den hadde lagt seg godt til rette ved Ulvøya for en stund. Vi hadde forresten fin småsurf nedover fra Grunnfjorden. Men så ikke en neste sau på øya her – det var her jeg så lamaen i fjor, sammen med en saueflokk. Ikke i år, altså.

På Brakøya var det en del padlere fra før, kan man si. Elleve kajakker i alle regnbuens farger og vel så det, elleve telt. Ikke en padler i sikte.

Jaja, det var jo i grunnen fint, så fikk vi spist middag i ro og mak. Men det var nå litt rart at det ikke var folk der – de kunne jo ikke ligge og sove alle sammen, langt utpå ettermiddagen? På ekspedisjon annet sted på øya, kanskje? Vi fant oss i hvert fall et flott sted i le, med herlig utsikt.

Vi var i grunnen fornøyde så langt, og gadd ikke en tur til Trollfjden igjen samme dag, selv om Hurtigruta nå skulle være i nærheten. Men når kommer den? Fanken at jeg aldri skal lære meg det der. Greit å vite når man skal krysse over tilbake. Vi tar korteste vei, mellom øyene.

Gode, gammeldagse hesjer! Tøft!

Hurtigruta kom durende som svar på undringen. Da slapp vi å tenke på det.

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at August 15, 2016 12:12 am

August 14, 2016

kajaknördar – paddling verkar kul
tid utomhus räknas. Tid i kajaken räknas dubbelt

Magasinet Paddling – två första numren

Magasinet Paddling, nummer 2. Snygg omslagsbild

Magasinet Paddling, nummer 2. Snygg omslagsbild

Har tokshoppat de två första svenska numren av nya magasinet Paddling och bläddrat igenom och läst en del.

Trevlig mix av artiklar
Känns som en trevlig mix av artiklar/reportage skrivna av lite blandade människor. Bra mix av/inom lite olika områden så som turpaddling, surf, bråttompaddling med mera. En artikel jag gillade lite extra var om forspaddling vid Svartisen i Norge, skriven på ett upplevande sätt och inte ängsligt presterande som det gärna blir. Kul med variation. En del spretiga och pratiga artiklar dock men det känns som en trend inte bara i denna tidning.

Gamla nyheter
Nyheter i pappersform och gammelmedia, dessutom i månads- eller ännu mer ofrekvent känns rätt meningslöst tycker jag, man har läst det mesta för minst en månad sen. Dessutom lite väl mycket norska nyheter, kan förstå att man vill sampublicera/återpublicera men det får nog ske med lite bättre urval/finess.

Kanotförbundet
Kanotförbundet är väl med och betalar på nåt vis. Så lite extra kanotförbundsmaterial finns med, inte jättespännande men lite utrymme ska de väl ha för slantarna 🙂

Taskigt tryck
Överlag känns det som om bilderna är mörka och murriga, vet inte om det är trycket som är kass eller om de varit trötta när de gjort färgkonverteringar. Man är ju van vid att vissa av de publicerade fotografernas bilder håller högre kvalitet än så här. Synd.

SveNorska som språk? och lite dålig korrekturläsning.
En del artklar verkar vara översatta från norska, eller i alla fall delvis översatta. Tråkigt. Ska man trycka saker på papper ska det korrekturläsas noga, punkt. Överlag lite dålig med korrekturläsandet men det kanske är en inkörströskel…

Varför tvunget på papper?
Jag har lite svårt att förstå varför man envisas med en tryckt tidning. Paddling är förvisso en sysselsättning med hög medelålder men snittåldern är ju trots allt inte 75 år…
En bra sajt hade varit bättre för de flesta, lättare att se bilder i bra kvalitet i valfri storlek, lättare att söka, skribenter och fotografer hade nått ut bredare osv.
Några tycker förvisso papperstidning är ett modernt och bra medium fast de kan ju knappast ha sett varken en smart telefon, läs/surfplatta eller en modern dator?! 😉

Kul att det satsas
Jag tycker såklart det är kul att det satsas på paddling som sysselsättning men man kanske skulle gjort det mer modernt och mer digitalt då om man vill nå ut.

Är den värd 79 spänn?
Näe, det tycker jag inte. Man bläddrar igenom den på fem minuter. Bättre köpa en lunchpizza eller spara slantarna till ett vattentätt mobilfodral 😉

Kommer den överleva?
Inte troligt, finns nog en anledning till att Tidningen Paddling la ner, Outside gick i konkurs, tidningen Paddla bara kom ut med ett par nummer och att Utemagsinet la ner sin kajakbilaga… Jag tror inte den anledning är/var att det gick för bra 😉
Kan de få kanotförbundet att betala så är det såklart en annan femma, alltid lättare om nån annan betalar 😉

Inlägget Magasinet Paddling – två första numren dök först upp på kajaknördar - paddling verkar kul.

by Erik Sjöstedt at August 14, 2016 07:00 pm

vincent kayak

my beach

not really my beach but it's my closest
so I tend to frequent it more than most
- vid from the end of last summer







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by vincent (noreply@blogger.com) at August 14, 2016 04:33 pm

Horisont Kajak
Kajak i Stockholms Skärgård

Paddelpassets GULa kurs på en fredag

Introduktionskurs fredag 26 augusti

Vi har en extrainsatt TÅNG den 26 augusti. Kajakkurs på en fredag hör inte till vanligheterna hos oss. TÅNG täcker ju mer än väl innehållet i Paddelpassets Gula nivå. Den passar dej som aldrig gått kurs. Även om du paddlat många mil men aldrig tränat på teknik eller räddningsövningar i din kajak har du glädje av TÅNG.

Läs mer om kursen här.

Vad är Paddelpasset?

Svenska Kanotförbundet har, tillsammans med förbunden i flera europeiska länder, satt samman en standard för personlig paddelkompetens. Man har tittat noga på British Canoe Union och kopierat ett system som varit i bruk länge. I Paddelpasset graderas kajakisten utifrån kompetens och man använder samma färger som i en alpin skidbacke för att beskriva nivåerna. I Sverige kan vi examinera upp till och med Blå nivå, eller nivå 3 om man så vill. Röd och Svart nivå har vi inte tillräckligt svåra förhållanden för att examinera i, det kräver tidvattenpåverkan.

Paddelpassets GULa nivå, eller nivå 1 innebär att man bekantar sej med kanoten (ja, kajak är en slags kanot), lär sej enklare räddningsteknik och framför allt påbörjar sin resa inom kanotpaddling. Du ska gå ifrån en kurs på Gul nivå och vilja lära dej mer. Du ska ha haft kul och du ska ha öppnat ögonen ännu mer för vad du kan lära dej för att göra din tillvaro i kajaken säkrare, bekvämare och roligare.

Inlägget Paddelpassets GULa kurs på en fredag dök först upp på Horisont Kajak.

by Carin at August 14, 2016 12:24 pm

August 13, 2016

Padlemia
En blogg om padling og annet friluftsliv i (hovedsakelig) Vesterålen

Elvekurs Vefsna, del 2

Foto: Carl Norberg
Dag to på elvepadlekurs. Tar litt forbehold når det gjelder bildene her, noen er muligens fra dagen før. Det får ikke være så nøye. :) Som vi lar dette bildet av Linda illustrere, så var det godt humør og fint vær i dag også.

Ja, så varmt var det at vi heiv oss i vannet noen ganger i dag også. Det er vel første gangen jeg faktisk har rullet for å kjøle meg ned, også. Noensinne. (Samme situasjon, sett fra to kameraer rettet mot hverandre - Carl Norberg sitt til høyre.)

 Men det var jo padling vi var her for, så det var bare å komme seg på vannet.

Men først en liten oppfriskning av det vi gikk gjennom i går, Ron demonstrerer. 

Godzilla er klar!

Foto: Carl Norberg
Det er Halle også - seal launch, sklir ut i elva klar i kajakken. 

Foto: Carl Norberg
De er jo ikke akkurat laget for størst mulig fart framover, disse her, som vi ser på vannet rundt og bak når man gasser det minste på der det er stille vann.

Foto: Carl Norberg
Det var generelt litt mer gass i dag. Inn og ut og vinkler og kanting og ferging – ja, det ble til og med påstått surfing, men det merket jeg ikke noe til. (Selv da jeg var på bølgen. En liten stående sak som dukket opp innimellom.) 

Mye øving på vinkler og kanting. Hva er passe vinkel når man skal inn og med strømmen, hva er passe vinkel når man IKKE skal svinge nedover, men ferge videre over. 

Man må nesten prøve seg litt fram. En ting er grader i tall, men det er jo noe annet å skulle gjøre det i praksis. Litt kan man også bli lurt av at kajakken smalner inn, der ligger det jo også en liten vinkel til synsbedrag.

Vi hadde herlig vær i dag også, selv om det var bittelitt mindre steiksol. Flott sted, dette. Kule berg og elvegrus.

Rett og slett flott alle veier – og det til og med uten at vannet var salt. Ja, det var jo rett og slett vanlig ferskvann vi padlet i, så når jeg ble tom for drikkevann i camelbacken, så var det bare å fylle på. Noen fordeler er det. I dag hadde jeg på meg tørrdrakten jeg brukte på Vega, for å få vasket den. Veldig praktisk!

Wiiiii… Cesilie i farta.


Foto: Carl Norberg
Nei. Ikke imponert. Jeg må komme meg i en straum som er så sterk at jeg faktisk går rundt hvis jeg ikke kanter, sånn at det får umiddelbare konsekvenser å være lat, tror jeg.

Foto: Carl Norberg
Så, en ny ting med elvepadling – bæring. Dette var helt flunke ny lærdom. Ikke for det, noen ganger er det jo en del bæring med havkajakk også, og noen ganger med maaange kilo last. Men det er tungt der og da, og ferdig. Dette var jo bare litt tungt der og da – men du verden så vondt på skuldra i dagene(e!) etter! Ikke sånn gangsperre i musklene, men vondt i beinet eller noe. Au. Hvis jeg skal begynne å bære på skuldra, så skal jeg skaffe meg noe slags pute å legge imellom, det er helt sikkert.

Hit opp er det vi skal, derfor bæring. Det er kjappeste vei, i hvert fall for oss. Mariann padlet jo rimelig enkelt opp. Først testet vi å bare suse ned i hovedstraumen, så var det diverse bakevjer og sånt, og så tråklet vi oss vei hit og dit, krysse over med ferging fra bakevje til annen bakevje, og diverse – dere skjønner.

En ting er nå teknikk, det er nå bare å øve på uansett hva og hvor man padler. (Man må bare faktisk gjøre det, ikke sluntre unna…) Men det som virkelig var nyttig, var å få mer forståelse hvordan vannet oppfører seg, og ikke minst hva man ser det på at det oppfører seg akkurat sånn.

Så skulle vi suse ned hovedstrømmen og gjennom den største hvite bølgen nederst, men jeg bommet hver gang. Jeg suste nedover, kikket og kikket etter den som jeg skulle treffe - DER er den – men da var det for seint. I beste fall ville jeg havne på siden (eller baklengs!) inn i den. Ingen god ide, så jeg droppet det. Men hvorfor bommet jeg hele tiden? Why??? Umulig å forstå, og jeg ble rimelig oppgitt over egen total inkompetanse. %&/%&(/%/&%Y&&&!

Jeg så jo ikke helt for meg å dra hele veien over og opp igjen, men Ron mente at jeg fint skulle klare å padle opp fra kanten her. Javel, men da er det jo greit, da gjør jeg det.

Resten av bildene: Foto, Carl Norberg
Kort sagt, så bommet jeg igjen. Ikke %&$&$%&%&$%& at jeg kunne klare å se hvor hen jeg skulle før det var for seint! Hvor udugelig går det an å bli! Her ser vi altså teskje-metoden. Ron peker og forklarer (veldig lærerikt, for øvrig), og jeg prøver å lagre det han sier. Men vent, hva sa han nå?

– Så jeg skal altså ikke følge hovedstrømmen hele veien, altså?

Eureka!!! Ikke rart at jeg bommet hele tiden. Av en eller annen grunn trodde jeg at jeg skulle det – og dét hadde jeg tydeligvis da klart om ikke annet, he he. Men det skulle jeg da altså IKKE. Jeg måtte bryte ut litt før – og litt før jeg kunne se den, for den var jo akkurat nedenfor terskelen.

For å være helt sikker på at hønsehjernen i Godzillaen skulle få det til, ledet Ron an ned så det ikke skulle være tvil. (Det var vel der det var gøyest å padle ned også.)

Nu, jæklar! Rett sted!!! For svarte!

Jepp, og mer var det i grunnen ikke. Det skjedde jo ingenting spesielt der, men nå hadde jeg i hvert fall endt opp der jeg skulle. Ballen kom i mål, liksom.

Omsider. Han må være en tålmodig fyr, som ikke ga opp det der for lenge siden.

Imens holdt de andre på med mer rulletrening. Jeg fikk ikke til rulla på venstresiden med denne elvekajakken, det irriterer meg. Har for ordens skyld testet flere ganger i han Tykje etter jeg kom hjem, og det funker akkurat som før. Pussig. Ble kanskje litt stresset av fremmed utstyr.

God stemning på rulletrening også. Interessant å se på når folk lærer bort rulle, for det sliter jeg med sjøl. Jeg kan jo rulle, men har min egen blandingsvariant og synes det er vanskelig å lære bort. Så alle metoder og triks som kan brukes er kjekt å få, for det er etter min erfaring ganske individuelt hva som får det til å gå et lys opp for folk.

Konklusjon – dette var gøy. Et kurs som gir gir lyst til å gjøre det mer, er som det skal være. Nå var ikke dette i nærheten av så heftig som flere historier jeg har hørt fra tilsvarende kurs, men det er i grunnen helt greit. Synes det var et godt gjennomført kurs ut fra forutsetningene som var der.

Så, nå er det bare å få kjøpt seg elvekajakk, sånn at man har utstyret når sjansen en gang byr seg. Vi må da ha noe i nærheten som kan brukes? Helt sikkert.

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at August 13, 2016 10:39 pm

something to sink your teeth into
sea kayaking in Israel and kayak building

My first SOF workshop in Israel. or Dreams do come true

Avital beginning to get the forms ready for our workshop

Idit and Avital cutting the forms

many discussions regarding the dimensions of our kayaks, how wide to make them and  should we go on diet first

Girls having fun 

We decided to make a slightly larger cockpit for easier entry and exit

We bought cedar beams and did all the cutting ourselves with the generous help of Micha and his wonderful home shop

Its not so easy to cut a huge cedar log into the right size beams for a kayak

Now was the right time to take off the old canvass skin from my first SOF and expose the beautiful frame. this would also be used as an example of what we were aiming for

So after a few weeks of planning, cutting , organising and getting ready we eventually started our workshop. It was to be one full week of intensive work. We all took  a weeks vacation from our regular lives and met at 7am every day for a full day of kayak building

Rib mortices were cut with a router after the gunwales were measured

each mortise was checked for the rib size

we all helped each other

and everyone learned to use new tools

Yoram decided to build a Bairdarka

the rest of us all chose the Greenland kayak as described in Cunninghams book 

heres Avital cutting the kerf to get the ends of the gunwales together

Eyal reading up on the next step

Danny started out building a Baidarka as well but then changed to a Greenland kayak

when the gunwales are spread you can begin to see what your kayak will look like

We used my old SOF as a reference for  size , 

Everybody worked together and we all helped each other

Noam is pegging his deck beams

making sure the kayak is straight

Yoram steaming ahead on his bardaika

lashing the gunwales together was a lot of fun too

this kayak has a lot more complicated parts

Innovation and transference of tools from the operating room  to the workshop.That`s what happens when a doctor builds a kayak

Yossi trying the fit of his Masik

look how happy everyone is

Adding the stern and bow plates

now thats a nice joint

beginning to get the ribs in place

Ginady works very precisely

and this is the result

Yosi only cut 2 fingers, 

decks almost finished

Yosi adding stern stringers

At weeks end we just about finished the decks

Noam thinking about his kayak.
 

Organizing a kayak building workshop for 10 people is a huge undertaking. From the initial idea, getting the people , ordering all the materials and coordinating everything takes a lot of cooperation. We were lucky to have an exceptional group, everybody pulling together and helping each other. We managed to finish the decks and in the near future working on weekends we will finish our kayaks. It was a fantastic week and a great experience for everybody who took part.
We worked mostly from Robert  Morris`s book, building  Skin on frame boats, as well as from Ch
ristopher  Cunninghams  Building the Greenland  kayak.

by Steve Gordon (noreply@blogger.com) at August 13, 2016 04:40 am

August 12, 2016

Jimski's Blog

The Shetland Sea Kayak Symposium

Sid Sinfield arrived on Shetland by air. His bags arrived some while later. This was a relief to us all 3 of us. To celebrate, we sat down to a lard laden fried breakfast and strong coffee whilst making our paddling plan for the day.

The island of Mousa and the Noness peninsula lie a little over 16 kilometres south of Lerwick.  The island has a good selection of arches, caves, geos and reefs that we had seen out west, but here they are smaller in scale. However, at 13 metres high, the Broch of Mousa is Scotland's most impressive and best surviving Iron Age tower. 

We spent our mid-afternoon break exploring this amazing structure right the way to the top from where there was a terrific view across Mousa Sound to Noness. We finished off by paddling around Noness into Sandwick. The afternoon sunshine glittered in the spray as the rolling swell exploded at the foot of the cliffs.

Paddlers began to arrive at the Bridge End Outdoor Centre early on Friday morning. Although the symposium didn’t begin until Saturday Kate, Sid, me along with a few others organised some informal guided trips. My choice of a 20 kilometre circumnavigation of West Burra was perfect! There was plenty of entertainment along the way with no shortage of spectacular rock architecture.

On Saturday I ran a workshop in practical navigation. I chose to return to the island of Mousa which has some great coastal landmarks and the tidal stream in the sound changed during our time there.
In the evening we feasted on a food buffet delivered by the local Chinese restaurant. This was followed by an excellent talk on the wildlife and geology of Shetland. The evening was rounded off with plenty of traditional Sheltand fiddle music and washed down with plenty of wine and beer!

Fuzzy heads on Sunday morning slowly gave way to a day of Rockhopping. We found our way to Skelda Voe and set about revising some of the basic moves. Stern rudder, low brace turns and sweep strokes were duly brushed up. Before we knew it the group was getting in amongst it all. Close to Roe Ness we found an entertaining cave system with a right-angled turn and before heading back to Easter Skeld we scratched Johnny Sinclair’s Nose.

It was a happy day out but to add to the euphoria the organisers of the Skeld Regatta welcomed us ashore with some delicious leftover Cakes! This would have been something to brag about if it wasn’t for Sid’s group being entertained by Orcas at the end of their trip a short way along the coast.


For the final week, we would be travelling north to the Voxter Centre close to Brae. 


by Jim Krawiecki (noreply@blogger.com) at August 12, 2016 06:51 pm

Essex Explorations
Our membership is small…but that’s by design. Each of our explorers is a recognized leader in their respective field and brings a unique set of skills to the group. Whether a certified instructor, commercial guide, or in the case of our latest member, a professional photographer, each is passionate about explorations, pushing their boundaries, and then sharing that experience with others.

Do You Know Where Your Green Crabs Are Sleeping?

European Green Crab

You’ve heard me mention my involvement in citizen science and the various organizations I’ve worked with. It adds a another layer of enjoyment when I’m outdoors to be actively involved in collecting data that will be used for finding solutions to some of the environmental issues facing our planet. I recently came across another worthwhile […]

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by Steve Weileman at August 12, 2016 05:03 pm

PaddlingLight.com
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Jon Turk’s New Book Crocodiles and Ice: A Journey into Deep Wild Available for Preorder

Crocodiles and Ice: A Journey into Deep Wild cover

Adventurer and sea kayaker Jon Turk has a new book coming out in September. Amazon is now taking preorders. The book, called Crocodiles and Ice: A Journey in the Deep Wild, ties together several of Jon’s expeditions under the theme of a “journey into a Consciousness Revolution based on a deep, reciprocal communication with the Earth.” The book covers Jon’s circumnavigation of Ellesmere Island, which is the trip that won him National Geographics Adventurer of the Year, and several other trips as well.

Here’s the description:

Crocodiles and Ice is a scientist/adventurer’s journey into a Consciousness Revolution based on a deep, reciprocal communication with the Earth. The book highlights my award winning polar expedition circumnavigating Ellesmere Island, as well as other, lesser known passages. But, more critically, I tell the story of my lifelong journey from suburban Connecticut into a passion for Deep Wild, an ancient passage, repeated — in one form or another — countless times, and ignored just as often.

I invite my readers to listen to our Stone-Age ancestors, the poets of the ’60s, a wolf that lingers, a Siberian shaman, a Chinese bicycle nomad, a lonely Tlingit warrior laying down to die in a storm, and the landscapes themselves. Because beyond the wondrous and seductive opulence of our oil-soaked, internet-crazed, consumer-oriented society, there lies a glorious and sustainable lifestyle that is based on Deep Wild as a foundation of solace, sanity, compassion, and hope.

Jon’s stories are gripping and often blend together science, history, mythology and adventure. My favorite book of his is In the Wake of the Jomon: Stone Age Mariners and a Voyage Across the Pacific. It recounts his kayaking trip from Japan to Alaska. His book The Raven’s Gift: A Scientist, a Shaman, and Their Remarkable Journey Through the Siberian Wilderness is also a fascinating read. It contains one of the most memorable scenes from any adventure book that I’ve read. In the scene, a pin in his hip has broken and he meets a medicine woman who forces him to strip and stand on one leg in the Raven’s pose. While Jon balances, the woman kneels and blows on him. He eventually is healed and continues on his trip. The medicine woman also gave him a drum which he managed to smuggle out of the country.

holding the Raven's poseTrying to hold the Raven’s pose while balancing on a piling at Whitefish Point.

After The Raven’s Gift came out, I took a class from Jon at the North House Folk School. At the start of the class, before introductions Jon walked from person to person, snipped a piece of our hair and burned it in a bowl. We knew we were in for a wild class after that. During the class, we stood on the shore of Lake Superior on a cold November day — the wave pools frozen — and created an altar. During its creation, Jon asked us to go into the woods and find something that represented a topic of his choice. After we found the item, we brought it back, told the group about what it represented and then circled the altar and placed the item on the altar. At the end of the altar creation, there was a pile of items found in the woods. During the middle of the class, Jon told us to find something to represent our pain. I was recovering from a kayaking injury, so I found a broken stick. When I explained my injury and why the stick represented it, Jon’s eyes lit up and he taught the group the Raven’s pose. We all stood on one leg and held the Raven’s pose on the winter-wind-whipped shore of Lake Superior. Jon had the group return to the pose several times.

After the altar was created, Jon had us outline and animal effigy with rope in a boat ramp parking lot. The parking lot is a popular place for locals to come and watch the waves on the lake, so taking up the parking lot was going to guarantee that some people wouldn’t want to use it. After we created the shape of a moose, Jon pulled out the drum that the medicine woman had given him and started drumming. We danced around the shape of the moose in a line with Jon in the lead and the drum beating a steady beat. During our dance, a pickup truck on a lift kit pulled up. They looked at us and then stepped on the gas, whipped a u-turn while throwing gravel into the air.

The class was one of the most memorable classes that I’ve taken, and if he comes back to Grand Marais I hope to take one of his classes again. I’d love to do a journal writing or writing class with him. I’m so looking forward to his new book. You won’t be disappointed if you read one of his books.

Jon Turk Reading List

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by Bryan Hansel at August 12, 2016 02:31 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

“With every drop of water you drink, every breath you take, you’re connected to the sea. No matter where on Earth you live. Most of the oxygen in the atmosphere is generated by the sea.”
Sylvia Earle

That’s the message that is most needed to be heard, right? Even if you live in Denver or Kansas City, if you come from a long line of Iowa corn farmers and you’ve never so much as seen the ocean, the idea that you are connected to to the sea is something that needs to be understood.

And for those of us who live on salt water, the story remains the same. There is nothing that we do to the ocean that we do not also do to ourselves.

 

by Ken Campbell at August 12, 2016 01:49 pm

Woman on Water
A woman's perspective on kayaking and outdoor adventures.

Pure Bliss!

I wish I had my camera today. However, I don't know if photos or video could possibly capture the expressions of pure bliss on my younglings' faces this afternoon as they floated in their kayaks for the first time.

Most days in the summer, I share first kayaking experiences with adults and kids from all walks of life.  Their facial expressions and comments are priceless.  Many come with apprehension and leave trying to figure out how soon they can get on the water again.

Water is my drug and kayaking is the delivery device.

This week has been extra special.  I had a couple return for a Sunset Bird Paddle.  They did one several years ago with me and loved it.  During the paddle, they became fascinated with birds.  This week they returned to share the magic as fully fledged birders.  It was really special for them to share with me their journey of discovering birds and hearing that kayaking with me was a catalyst for their new passion.  I loved hearing them call out many different species on our trip.  Of course they enjoyed expanding their bird IQ as I shared several new species with them.

Today was special as I had a grandmother send her 3 kiddos out for a learn to kayak lesson with me.  Two years ago, her husband got the idea of kayaking and bought a couple of kayaks for them.  They came to me for a lesson.  She was quite apprehensive but once she was floating she became hooked.

Now, she and her husband take their kayaks everywhere with them and have enjoyed paddling many beautiful places.  Their favorites being remote lakes in the Sierras.  They are looking forward to sharing kayaking adventures with their grandchildren.  Today was day one.  Grandmom glowed as her grandchildren paddled and played.  3 more hooked.

by Cate Hawthorne (noreply@blogger.com) at August 12, 2016 01:21 pm