Paddling Planet

March 27, 2015

Sea kayaking with seakayakphoto.com
Imagine you are at the edge of the sea on a day when it is difficult to say where the land ends and the sea begins and where the sea ends and the sky begins. Sea kayaking lets you explore these and your own boundaries and broadens your horizons. Sea kayaking is the new mountaineering.

Two cheeky Maids sitting on Bute's bottom.

Our voyage up the Kyles of Bute continued at...  ...an increasingly leisurely pace as we entered the wind shadow of Bute. We stuck close to the wild Bute shore to...  ...avoid the villas of Tighnabruaich (The house on the hill) on the Cowal shore.  We kept our eyes open for otters as...  ...the scenery became increasingly highland but...  ...we only saw this heron and a couple

by Douglas Wilcox (noreply@blogger.com) at March 27, 2015 10:48 pm

Tatiyak

I Cavalieri dell'Apocalisse...

Ieri sera, presso la piscina coperta di Legnano, si è conclusa la stagione invernale di corsi di rolling e allenamenti di kayak. Grazie al Canoa Club Milano, per i sei mesi invernali è stato possibile approfittare dell'acqua tiepida per mantenersi in forma o per acquisire nuove tecniche.


Come è ormai consuetudine, da anni la stagione si chiude con una partita un po' particolare di canoa polo. Un mix di canoisti fluviali e marini, con in comune, oltre che la passione per il kayak, anche il desiderio di stare in allegra compagnia, si è battuta all'ultimo sangue per avere il diritto di partecipare al brindisi finale al pub.


I partecipanti, divisi in due squadre da 5 giocatori, cercando di bilanciare più le "corporature" che la specialità praticata, si sono dati battaglia con la sola canoa mossa a braccia... ovviamente in campo c'era anche una palla...


Le regole applicate nel gioco si sono istituite durate il gioco stesso, portando questo evento ad assomigliare un po' ad una partita di polo (c'erano le canoe ed i canoisti), un po' ad un incontro di rugbi (con mischie, placcaggi e ammucchiamenti vari), un po' ad uno scontro di lotta greco-romana (con scudi, ostruzioni e sabotaggi vari), un po' ad una gara di apnea (con eliminazione diretta degli avversari per rovesciamento).


A proposito, chi si rovesciava e non riusciva ad eseguire un rolling con le mani, a volte veramente impossibile per mancanza dello spazio necessario, usciva dalla vasca e lasciava il posto ad un altro.


E via così per un'ora e mezza, senza interruzioni, tra una incursione e l'altra, una rete e l'altra, un urlo di esultazione e l'altro, in una piscina che sembrava infestata dai piranha, tanto ribolliva l'acqua.


Sono state segnate tantissime reti, tantissimi tiri sono finiti sulle traverse e sui pali... ma nessuno li ha contati, l'esultazione durava per un solo attimo di sfogo e poi... di nuovo all'attacco... per un'altra vasca... un'altra mischia, un altro attentato all'avversario, un'altra ostruzione, un'altro placcaggio... fino allo sfinimento!


Ma chi ha vinto? Mah, poco importa, l'atmosfera che si era instaurata ha fatto vincere tutti!
Alla fine, stremati, con qualche botta, con qualche ematoma, qualche piccolo taglio, ed il sorriso stampato sulle labbra, super-soddisfatti delle energie spese e del clima cameratesco e goliardico che si era instaurato... tutti a farsi una doccia corroborante.


Sicuramente questo tipo di attività non diventerà mai una specialità olimpica... ma forse è meglio così, finirebbe per perdere il lato giocoso e non darebbe più la stessa soddisfazione...
Una ottima serata finita poi con l'affogarsi in un "piscina" di birre e... grappe...
Scusa fegato... Viva l'amicizia!
... ad libitum...

by Mauro (noreply@blogger.com) at March 27, 2015 09:35 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Home of Freya Hoffmeister

Fri 27/03-2015 Day 822

trip days left: 36
straight distance left: 732 km
Loc: Lagoa dos Patos
Acc: tent

Since I started my countdown of the trip days, I was wrong about one day, and no one noticed…not even Prof. Dr. U.B., although he complained about a too short calculated left over distance…I am not “calculating” at all the distance, but just read the *straight* line from my GPS. So still 36 days left today until my arrival on May 2nd. And 732 km, as the bird flies.

I did also not paddle today, it made no sense. All day 15 knots SW, until 3.30 pm when it calmed down a bit,and then I did not like to start anymore for just a few hours after I would have packed. Sure I could have paddled with lots of effort, but tomorrow is ESE wind around 10 knots, which is much better with easier sea state on offshore headwind and after about 30 km it will even turn into some following wind until the next spit. And Sunday is a good day, before it rains heavily on Monday where I rather like to do my next food shopping in Pelotas. I should still be able to reach the city on Sunday evening, so why struggling today hard or paddling late afternoon when I am an early bird…

Sure it was deadly boring today. But the outlook until Sunday made the choice easy to skip even one more day. So full power the next two days, Monday off, then the river and the second lagoon until Uruguay!

by Freya at March 27, 2015 08:49 pm

Tatiyak

My last week in England... for the moment!

My experience in North Wales and England is nearly to finish.
I've spent the first week (so far!) in the Trys Morris' house in Deiniolen. As in a mirror game, I'm spending now my last week in the Phil Hadley's house in Dudlye.
I came here for a two days First Aid course (pre-requisite for the Level 3 Coach assessment!), than I went with him to Southampton for a Moderate Water Endorsement assessement day and finally I spent some time visiting England...

This afternoon we will fly together to Barcelona to partecipate in the Pagaia Symposium: it means that an adventure is just finished and a new one is starting! Life is good!

Phil Hadley showing a first aid bandage...
Australian CPR Ezy: very interesting instrument! 
Two penny coin into the rocks... what a lucky man!|
Old Harry Rocks: what a wonderful place!
A perfect line of white sea stacks 'till the Island of Wight!
At some point started snowing and hailing (!!!)
Very special pebbles on the low tide beach at Old Harry Rocks
Woodhenge: historical site with wooden columns built for still unknown reason...
Avebury: the biggest stone circle in the world, 500 years older than Stonehenge!
Thank you so much, Phil, for this bright funny picture!
La mia lunga esperienza in Inghilterra ed in Galles sta ormai volgendo al termine.
Quando sono arrivata in Galles (quanto tempo fa?!?) ho trascorso la prima settimana a Deiniolen, vicino Bangor, nella casa di Trys Morris, una delle migliori insegnanti del regno. Come in un gioco di specchi, ho passato l'ultima settimana a Dudley, vicino Birmingham, nella casa di Phil Hadley, uno dei migliori insegnanti che abbia mai incontrato.
Sono venuta a stare con lui per seguire un corso di due giorni di Primo Soccorso (pre-requisito per l'esame di Level 3 Coach!) e per osservarlo durante una giornata di esame di Moderate Water Endorsement a Southampton.
Poi ho approfittato del tempo libero per visitare un po' i dintorni...
Questo pomeriggio saliremo sullo stesso volo diretto a Barcellona per partecipare al Symposium Pagaia: significa che si è chiusa un'avventura, e che un'altra è già pronta ad iniziare! Life is good!

by Tatiana (noreply@blogger.com) at March 27, 2015 01:41 pm

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

The Craic at Kames


 Having lifted our boats just far enough up the beach to allow luncheon and a frothing sports recovery drink, we adjourned to the bar of the Kames Hotel.  Recently decorated and very welcoming, the hotel bar has a fine view of the West Kyle and we struck up a conversation with a group of customers who'd observed our speedy crossing of the Kyle under sail.  Remarkably, Phil found that he knew some of the same people and so some lively craic ensued.






Our food order of two vegetarian burgers and two home-made beef burgers was fairly straightforward and before long we were sitting down to luncheon.  The hotel is well used to serving yachtsmen, kayakers and divers so a table of four in drysuits didn't even raise an eyebrow.

The folk we'd been chatting with disappeared temporarily, but soon returned with a treat......






....a musical treat.  All four were folk musicians and an impromtu session started as we finished our meal.  Other diners entering the bar were amused to see a band playing with an audience dressed in drysuits singing along!





Such a spontaneous "session" presented us with some difficulty.  It would be great to have another sports recovery drink and listen to the music for a while, but that's how afternoons can become messy!  We imbibe very sparingly when kayaking, and anyway our tidal rise versus carrying distance equations had been quite precise......regretfully we said our farewells and headed back down to the boats.

The combination of location, the welcome, the ambience, food and range of beers makes the Kames Hotel a great sea-kayaking establishment - we score it 12/10; if you're lucky enough to be in when there's a band staying the weekend, make that 13/10  !





Back on the water, we lost the strength of the wind once we crossed over to the northern shore of Bute, leaving just a gentle breeze to to carry the sound of music across from Kames.....

by Ian Johnston (noreply@blogger.com) at March 27, 2015 06:30 am

March 26, 2015

Newfoundland Sea Kayaking
"Some things were made for one thing, for me, that one thing is the Sea" Hey Ocean!

Isla Espiritu Santos, Mexico

Earlier this month myself and 2 friends, Trent Hardy and Rob Scott, spent 6 days kayaking around Isla Espiritu Santos in Mexico. It was fantastic! I needed a break from work, as 50-60 hr weeks had been wearing me down and I've been trying to get a trip like this off the ground for a few years now, and it felt so good to finally make it happen. Below is a little trip report on our journey.

First off, IES is located in the Gulf of Californina (aka Sea of Cortez) near the town of La Paz, which is on the lower end of the Baja Peninsula, in the state of Baja California Sur, Mexico. The flight from Mexico City is a little under 2 hrs.




I contacted www.kayakbaja.com, who are located in La Paz, and they were very helpful in providing us information to help us plan our trip. They gave us an excellent map with descriptions of each beach and lots of other tips. We were able to rent all our gear from them (kayaks & equipment, tent, sleeping bag & pad, wetsuit, snorkel gear and dromedary bags). They even had 2 bottles of white gas to sell us, saving us a trip to the gas station to pick some up.

To begin, we flew from St John's - Toronto - Mexico City. We decided to do an overnight in Mexico City to go and see the ruins of Teotihuacan. What an experience, MC was nuts. The ruins are abou a 45 min taxi ride (cost $65) from the airport and the traffic was insane. I've been a few places, and that was something else. But our driver was good, very friendly and got us to our destination safely. We stayed at Villas Arqueologicas Teotihuacan, which is right next to the ruins. The hotel was inexpensive, and nice. The ruins were unbelievable, with the tallest pyramid in the western hemisphere. I'll share a few photos of that, because its amazing.

Pyramid of the Sun
Pyramid of the Moon
The next morning we caught our flight to La Paz and got a taxi to hotel Posada LunaSol, where kayakbaja is located. We got there by 11am, compiled all our gear, then got a taxi to the grocery store (huge, similar to a Dominion here, with clothing, pharmacy, etc..) it had everything you could want or need, including liquor. We had brought our own MREs for suppers, but added some fresh groceries to round out our meals. With no refrigeration, and temps in the high 20s everyday, things don't last that long. 30 mins later and we were back at hotel (total cab fare, $15, including him waiting for us).

The big problem you have here is water. There is NO DRINKING WATER on the island, so you have to bring your own. 1 gallon per person per day, and i must say that was pretty bang on for us. Now, how to carry 18 gallons of water in 3 kayaks along with everything else for 6 days is another problem. We bought 18 gallons and the store, and were able to rent 11 dromedary bags from kayakbaja, which was great, made them take up much less space.

Thats a lot of H20!


Within an hour or so we were ready to be get our shuttle out to the island, which we shared with a British couple who had rented a double and were going for 3 days. The shuttle took an hour or so from La Paz and we got dropped off on a beach on the south end of the island.They said they would pick us up back here at noon in 6 days. Adios!

See you in 6 days amigos!
Didn't take us long to get packed up and hit the water. It got dark around 6-7pm, so we wanted to get as much exploring done as possible before it got dark. The beach where we got dropped of was being used by and outfitter, who was busy preparing food. We chatted with him and he offered us beer and taquitos, where were awesome. He was waiting for a group to come the next day, so he was busy setting up their campsite. I can't drink alcohol, so when I declined the beer he offered me a soda. Nice fella. What a nice start to the trip!





Our plan was to paddle about 8kms to beach #3 (they were numbered on the map we had printed off). Its amazing how everything is so new and amazing when you are in a new place, especially if you have never been there before. I had never been to this part of the world, so seeing cactus and this type of desert landscape was amazing for me. The island itself is very hilly and mountainous, a lot more than I expected, so it makes for quite the backdrop to paddle against every day.


Interesting rock formations





Our first campsite.
The next morning we hiked to the top of the ridge to survey the scene. Spectacular view all around.


Our beach.
After breakfast and coffee, we were back on the water. The plan was to find some good snorkelling...which was pretty much everywhere. Rocky spots are the best, thats where all the fish hang out. The first cove we went into had a lot of mangroves, which meant a lot of birds (and bugs) We watched the pelicans diving for small fish for a while, it was amazing. We did some snorkeling around beach #5 after lunch, but I forgot to take my camera. The total distance paddled for day two was 15kms.

The are a lot of pelicans in this picture
Amazing how life can spring up anywhere
I think this was my fave campsite, beach #7

Before supper we snorkeled out through the cove, swam to the other side and snorkeled back to the campsite. That was awesome, lots of little nooks and crannies to poke in around. That evening, we were getting supper and saw some movement on the rocks. Turns out it was a ring tailed cat who was curious. Later that night he got into our kayaks and tried to get some of the bags open. I had to go out and shoe him away. I didn't get a picture, but here is what they look like.

Ring Tailed Cat
Heading into beach #9
Beach #9 was supposed to have amazing snorkelling, so we were excited. It is also the main beach for outfitters on the island, so it can be busy with other kayakers and boat traffic. On the way in we spotted this guy, he was about 4 feet across. Huge! I was very excited about this, first time I ever saw one while kayaking. We also saw some manta rays from our kayaks, but no luck once we started snorkelling.
One of the 4 sea turtles we saw
Hello Fishies!!

Lunch time
Pictures never do it justice, but this one captures the colour of the water pretty good
We ended the day on Isla Partida, beach #14, total distance paddled around 18kms
The next morning we headed out to Los Islotes, an small cluster of islands on the very northern tip of the island chain. This is where the sea lion rookery is, and is what brings most people to this area.

You can hear the sea lions from a long way off
Paddling through a sea arch
They were everywhere, and very curious
This guy came up and sniffed my waterbottle
We paddled around them for a half hour or so, the young ones where very curious, following us around, jumping and flipping around. There are several buoys around the island, so we tied up to one and got out of our boats to snorkel with them (no where to land on the island, and its also forbidden). Snorkelling with these sea lions was one of the coolest things I have ever done, hands down. What an amazing experience.
Rob had these two swimming circles around him
After our fun with the sea lions, we headed down the eastern side of the island. The conditions were amazing, flat calm
We did a bit of snorkeling in the afternoon, the crossed over where Partida and Espiritu islands meet up. You can wade across the stretch of water between the island at low tide.
Shallows between the islands
We made it back to beach #10 right before dark, total distance paddled was about 23kms. What an unreal day!

Dandy campsite

The next day we planned to paddle back close to where we were gonna pick up, and then take it easy and relax for the day. Along the way, we saw a manta ray close to the surface.


Rob really wanted to snorkel with mantas, and low and behold we came across two huge mantas that were on the bottom. Rob booted into a beach, got on his snorkel gear while I kept track of where they were. Trent then towed him to the mantas and he was able to get next to them. They were about 8ft across. I couldn't get a picture when he was next to them, but got a few of the mantas.


Our last camp. Beautiful, but lots of bugs. I got stung by a bee too
Waiting for pickup the next morning. Our shuttle was right on time!
After 6 days, we were very sad to leave. What an amazing trip! That said, it was nice to get back into town, get a shower, a cold drink and a juicy steak :-)

My knee held up really well, which was a surprise. I thought the snorkelling would be more troublesome, but it wasn't bad at all. Bit of grinding and crunching going on in the joint, but nothing serious. I can safely say my arthritis is under control. Hopefully it stays that way.

Brian


by Brian Newhook (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 09:56 pm

Sea kayaking with seakayakphoto.com
Imagine you are at the edge of the sea on a day when it is difficult to say where the land ends and the sea begins and where the sea ends and the sky begins. Sea kayaking lets you explore these and your own boundaries and broadens your horizons. Sea kayaking is the new mountaineering.

Navigation and tidal planning skills put to the test when David got his spanker in a twist.

From Lenihuline on the Island of Bute we launched or sails and set off on a wonderful downwind blast to...  ...Kames on the mainland Cowal coast of the West Kyle. The wind had got up to a good F5 but the water...  ...was nice and flat due to the enclosed nature of the Kyle. I was regularly hitting 14 to 15km/hr but fell back from Phil and Ian as David had twisted his sail and was not

by Douglas Wilcox (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 08:14 pm

The Kames Hotel, a long way home.

After our blast up the West Kyle of Bute, we were looking forward to a luncheon in the Kames Hotel... ...we ordered beef and veggie burgers with pints of frothy sports recovery drinks. We had got chatting to a great bunch of guys from Ayrshire who had been in the bar watching our crossing. After a while they disappeared only to... ...reappear with guitars and an accordion. My goodness

by Douglas Wilcox (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 07:45 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Home of Freya Hoffmeister

Thu 26/03-2015 Day 821

trip days left: 36
straight distance left: 732 km
Loc: Lago dos Patos
Acc: tent

I was nicely asleep, feeling safe in this remote area close to the spit. Wheel tracks were everywhere on the coast the last few days, but none of them looked really fresh. Who can expect a car passing close to my tent at 10.40pm at dark night? And it came from the spit?? There are no houses or huts here, and I haven’t seen any fishermen activities neither on the water nor from the shore at the spit. At least I didn’t see any. But still this car came by…I was sitting straight upright in my tent, always wondering if with the strong car headlamps shining directly on me my silhouette would be visible inside the tent. Thank goodness it was passing, probably wondering the same about me what I would be doing here. Sleeping, what else…

I went back to sleep, when 40 minutes later, probably the same car came back, driving again back in the direction up to the spit!!! What the heck…did he made up his mind to check now about the lonely camper? Can’t say I was feeling very comfortable…but he passed by again, and that was it. What was he doing out there at 11.20 pm in the direction out to the spit??? There MUST be a hut somewhere, and he was either dumping his secret lover, or picking one…or he was on a night’s not allowed hunting drive for cows or other animals…or…??? No idea, at least he was scaring me a bit. But next morning I also noticed the regular wheel track was leading over the dry meadow on the other side of my tent and he may have taken the worse path through some lose sand not to disturb me too much. Or such…

I was walking this morning a while up the wheel track to find the hut or some signs of human activity, but nothing besides the track.I didn’t dare to go all the way up to the spit again in fear to leave my tent too long unattended. Many birds to spot, but besides this walk, the forced strong headwind rest day was boring and I will paddle on tomorrow, despite headwinds around 10 knots (hopefully only). I have 100 km left to Pelotas, tomorrow moderate headwinds, Saturday low head winds, and Sunday a good following NE again to hopefully reach the city and some friends to host me there. Then it will be the next Lagoon leading directly to the Uruguay boarder! If the weather will not be too bad, I am still well in time to arrive on May 2nd.

by Freya at March 26, 2015 07:38 pm

Wed 25/03-2015 Day 820

trip days left: 37
straight distance left: 732 km
Pos: here
Loc: Lagoa dos Patos
Acc: tent
Dist: 59,8 km
Start: 6:05 End: 18:10

A great day of paddling with good progress. Calm winds in the morning hours, then up to 15 knots nicely following from NE. Not much sun, but warm enough air and water to paddle free without jacket. This is how I like it! Just a shirt on the top, nothing else.

I spotted many houses with cars, a few people and even two or three small hidden “villages”. A few fishing boats, farm activities, the usual pump houses in small side ditches and last night were even two large ships out there, no fishing boats, maybe some research or working ships? No idea what they were doing there.All in all not too remote here, and one must be able to drive to the shore from the main road on many places. Just in case you like to paddle here and to do a shorter trip! It is really worth with relaxing beautiful nature, shallow water and suitable mostly everywhere for beginners, even on stronger NE wind like today.

Only when you come to the hook at the end of a wide bay, in the deepest corner it is a bit surfy, but really nothing serious. When it goes up to the hook, the water is deeper, the surf goes down again and you may think it is the real sea before around the tip it gets calm and shallow again. All easy and relaxing!

This hook had some funny absolute green water in the deepest corner. Not only small millimeter green chlorophyll pieces like I have seen on other spots, this corner was filled with two to three millimeter foil-like pieces coloring my white shirt fully green on some splashing waves. Interesting! The corner was also littered with unused fishing net poles,hundreds of them!Quite a slalom…before the corner, a bunch of real active nets were lines up. Not sure why the corner ones were not used anymore? So many…

At the tip, a real tiny rocky island showed the remainders of a wall hosting probably an old lighthouse. Nothing left than broken walls any more…I had to paddle a bit harder up to the tip with the wind now from the side and front right, but I urgently liked to get around the tip today! At the tip was a beach access, which I left out, not really knowing where there would be the next opening in the dense reed belt. It became late, and making camp in very last light would mean also in a cloud of bugs. I checked a man-made cut into the reed, but the green meadow behind looked wet and the sandy area far away, and I decided to push on to the next better chance with good speed now. There is always a gap in the reed to a beach access, and the back country is sandy everywhere here. And my easy sandy beach access came in time before the bug invasion started. I made camp on a sandy spot a little higher up with a good overview, knowing I would have to stay here at least tomorrow with strong headwinds.

by Freya at March 26, 2015 07:19 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!)

Justine Curgenven - did I mention she's in Brooklyn tonight?


OOH OOH OOH! JUSTINE C! Here in Brooklyn! 7:30 PM, doors open at 6:30! Tonight (Thursday March 26th)! Ryan Visitor at Floyd Bennett Field, with special guest Sarah Outen, talking about their adventures and showing film clips of their paddle through the Aleutian Islands. SHE'S SO EXCITED! So is Sebago!

Please RSVP at either the Facebook event page (click here for that) or to contact"at"sebagocanoeclub"dot"org so the club knows how much cheese to bring. Note - Do NOT use the map on the facebook event page, it shows Riis Park, and that's just not where we'll be.  Use Google maps to look it up instead (look for Floyd Bennett Field, Brooklyn - the center is just off of Flatbush Avenue, if you want to see exactly where, click on the map link at the NPS J-bay accessibility site) , or follow the link over on the Sebago website, www.sebagocanoeclub.org.

Donations are requested (for Justine) and there will be DVD's for sale. Should be a great night! BTW for non-NYC folks, this is just one stop on a continuing tour. She'll be at the Jersey Paddler's big Paddlesports convention this weekend, out on the West Coast in April, Norway in May and then home to the UK with a couple more screenings scheduled there in the summertime. You can see the full schedule at cackletv.com  


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by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at March 26, 2015 03:22 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.

A whole bunch of Ing's.
Kayaking,camping,rolling, practicing,paddle making, ..Writing,blogging and nautical miles from a normal life

The shallows


 My footprints across the grey cracked pavement leading to the sea. Black pieces of my drysuit steaming dry in the heat of a powerful sun. The smell of sping crossed my nose on a light NW breeze; as I paddled out to the unihabitated coast.


Ice tumbled into the sea with a loud splash along the icy banks of the headland. Despite getting most of our years snow in the later part of March; spring was finally here to the rescue. 5 degree's felt soothing after what has seemed like a very long cold season.

As the shallows warm;the remnants of winter slowly fades under blue skies of spring.

by Lee (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 11:58 am

Tatiyak

Over 200,000 visits!

Azz... a rincorrere gli eventi ci siamo persi un traguardo importante...
Dopo quasi 6 anni di attività di questo blog abbiamo superato abbondantemente le 200.000 visite, ed arriviamo a superare di poco le 300.000 se aggiungiamo anche quelle dei blog dedicati ai singoli viaggi.
Non sappiamo se nel mondo evanescente di Internet dedicato al kayak da mare questi numeri siano grandi oppure piccoli.
Tuttavia noi lo consideriamo un importante risultato e per questo scriviamo queste poche parole per ringraziarvi tutti.

Grazie dal profondo del cuore per seguirci tanto assiduamente.

Tatiana e Mauro


by Mauro (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 11:51 am

Just Yakkin' . . .
about paddling - or anything else

One Ring to Rule Them All . . .

I've been riding the Pug Ops for three months now and I've come to the realization that, during this time, I may have used the large front chain ring less than a handful of times!! The bike came with a 36/22 setup on the front with a 11-36 cog on the rear. Regardless of the riding conditions, I seemed to always find myself in a very small range of gears - none of which included the 36t front ring. With a little poking about and asking some Surly gurus, I decided to ditch the front 36/22t  combo for a single Wolf Tooth 30t Drop-Stop Chainring. But in choosing to do, this I would be losing some of my lower range gears. Enter the Wolf Tooth 42t GC - a rear cog that is basically the size of a small frisbee!!  Combined with the 30t front ring, the low range is pretty close to stock. So, with the new setup, the range from high to low is pretty much the same - there are just only 1/2 the number of gear steps within the range. Hopefully, no biggie but I am sure it will require some changes in riding!! Stay tuned for that!!

The Pug Ops in stock form!!

I ordered the parts from Wolf Tooth Components based out of Minnesota. They are a small company that manufacture all their own products. The order was placed on March 18th, shipped within hours of initial contact and showed up in my mailbox on the 24th. I have NEVER had such quick shipping from the US before!!


The Goodies!! 
When you add the 42t cog, you need to remove one of the smaller ones - usually the 17t. Wolf Tooth offers a 16t that you can add to the range to smooth out the shifting. In this case, you remove the 15t and 17t and substitute the 16t. The 16t is the small silver cog in the above image!

Time for the conversion!!

First order of business is removing the crank so that I could remove the chainrings!! My bike has the Surly OD crank which makes removal a snap - no special tools required!! Simply loosen two small allen head bolts on the left crank arm, pull it off the splines and slide the whole axle assembly through the sealed bottom bracket bearings! Easy Peasy!!

Pulling the crank out of the bottom bracket.

Removing the chainrings.


Removing the chainrings did have its moments of fear!! Most of the bolts were very hard to remove and I was worried that they would either strip or, worse, snap off in the crank!! Using the extra leverage from the handle of an adjustable wrench, I managed to break them loose. And here is why they were so hard to remove . . .

 . . . Loctite on the threads!!

With the old rings off, it was time to do a little weigh-in. Not the primary reason for doing this conversion, but you know folks are going to be curious about the weight reduction!! Appears there is a 84 gram weight savings with the single ring!

Old rings - 132 grams

New ring - 48 grams

The new ring all mounted up and ready to go!!
Popping the crank back on the bike was simply a reversal of the removal. I can certainly get used to this setup - especially after having fought, many times in the past, with stubborn cranks and crank pullers that were just a royal PITA to work with!!! 'Nuff said!!

The people at Surly certainly are a different crowd and they let you know it - sometimes in very subtle ways!!. Check out this little message that was stamped on the inside of the crank arm right next to the pedal! I assume it means to not over-tighten your pedals!!

Is this actually a torque value?

While working on the bike, I had to have a bit of "tunage" playing. What is more appropriate for the job than Jethro Tull's Songs from the Wood album?

One of my favs!!
With the chainring and crank all taken care of, it was time to tackle the cassette! I managed to dredge up my old chain whip from way back when. It's been languishing out in the shed (with a host of other old bike tools) so it was showing it's age and subjection to lots of moisture!! I could not find my cassette remover, so a 10.00 purchase was in order. No biggie, I know I will be using it again sometime!!

A piece of the past!
As per the instructions, I rebuilt the cassette - removed the 15 and 17, replaced it with the 16 and then installed he Mother-of-all-cogs - the 42 toother!!  As expected (hoped) it all went without a hitch!!

All together again!!
When breaking the chain, I pushed one pin too far and, plop, it ended up on the floor. Damn!! No way to put that sucker back in. I simply took out two more links, popped it back together and, by chance, I think it was just the right length I needed. Must have a horseshoe hidden somewhere in my body, I guess!!

The new setup - and a VERY old bike stand!!  (See below**)

With a bit of tinkering with the "B Screw" on the derailleur and bit of tweaking with the limit screws, I managed to get the thing shifting pretty much as good as stock!! Some field testing is still required but I am confident that things will be just fine. The derailleur is certainly not protesting with the jump from 36 to 42 and it does not appear to be overtaxed with having to accommodate such a large cog. Fingers crossed!!

As with the chainrings, I am sure that people are interested in the weigh loss when you remove the front derailleur and shifter. The package comes to a total of 331 grams. This was a SRAM X7.





Another quirky thing about the Pug is that all the cables are held in place with open braze-ons and by nothing else other than  . . .

. . . cable ties!!

Just another utilitarian aspect of these bikes - they are meant to be easy to fix/maintain while using easy-to-find parts.

All ready to hit the trails again!!
The whole operation took less than 2 hours but I was in no hurry. I was just enjoying working on bikes again. It's been a while!!

Which brings me to . . . 

**   The old bike stand that I am using is a piece of St. John's bicycle history. I am sure that many of us, of a certain vintage, remember Pike's Cycle on Springdale Street? Well, this old stand came from that very store. That store closed many, many years ago but in 1990, a "new" Pikes was opened on Kenmount Rd. A lot of the old equipment and tools ended up coming out of storage and into the new store. This rack included!! I worked at this store as a mechanic when it first opened and was there a year or so later, when it shut down. One of my parting gifts was the old stand and all the tools - including a very expensive Hozan truing stand - from the new store. It was a treasure trove for an avid biker but, alas, over the years a lot of the better stuff disappeared. I still have a whack of old tools but you'd be hard pressed to find a bike that they would still work with!!  Anyway, it was nice to put a new bike on the old stand and go back in time - if only for a few hours!

by Sean Dawe (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 09:47 am

josebelloseakayaking

Liderar el grupo

La navegación de más de un kayakista en la misma ruta, ya la consideramos grupo. En nuestra disciplina, es lo más general, y salvo que sea una actividad organizada por cualquier entidad, es frecuente observar grupos de palistas (generalmente grupos de amigos) que están haciendo una travesía y no hay un líder designado.


El líder o guía en kayak de mar es la persona responsable de la conducción del grupo en el agua, y conlleva una responsabilidad. Es el/la encargado de tomar las decisiones, y en quien el resto de los palistas depositan su confianza.
 

La adecuada gestión del grupo es un trabajo importante y que produce bastante desgaste, pues exige atención constante. Tanto el posicionamiento del guía principal en cabeza del grupo, eligiendo trazada/itinerario de los pasos, marcando el ritmo y realizando las agrupaciones necesarias, como el del guía ayudante que cierra el grupo, o protege los pasos peligrosos, son fundamentales para la seguridad de la navegación del conjunto. Las actuaciones de rescate y salvamento son igualmente básicas.



Todo lo anterior, es la teoría, que podemos desarrollar muy extensamente, de hecho la cualificación de "Guía de Kayak de Mar" es la máxima titulación deportivo/profesional de la disciplina en España, con un programa formativo desarrollado aquí BOE , que tiene un contenido curricular de 410 horas entre formación específica y practicas, además del módulo común de Técnico Deportivo II.


Pero no es este, el aspecto que trato hoy, sino la necesidad de que en cualquier grupo, antes de tocar el agua, exista un participante responsable de la travesía. Titulado o no. Lo normal es que sea la persona con mayor experiencia o capacitación y lo mas importante, que disponga de la autoridad suficiente para que el grupo navegue coordinado.


Las cuestiones de seguridad son básicas en la plantificación y desarrollo de la ruta, y no hay nada mas inseguro que un grupo en el que mas de una persona quiere tomar las decisiones en momentos de apuro. Todo es perfecto cuando no pasa nada.... hay buena mar, vamos en horario, no hay dificultades técnicas, nadie tiene ningún problema...etc, pero hay que estar preparado para cuando esto no sea así (no hay mejor improvisación que la cuidadosamente planificada).

Otra cuestión es el tema de la responsabilidad. Independientemente de la voluntad de los miembros del grupo, de la colaboración, o de lo que ocurra durante una travesía. En caso de abrirse una investigación, sea judicial o no, tras un accidente o incidente de importancia (lesiones, rescates, seguros.. etc...) las autoridades pedirán las correspondientes responsabilidades al palista mas cualificado del grupo.


Esto último, ha hecho que bastantes compañeros guías hayan desistido de participar en quedadas o concentraciones desorganizadas, en las que prima la espontaneidad y la realización de rutas en grandes grupos sin ninguna organización y sin requisitos de nivel técnico para participar; sabedores de que se pueden encontrar en un buen lío (incluso judicial) en caso de existir un problema serio durante la actividad, estando el/ella presente.

by Jose Bello (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 09:20 am

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.

North Sea paddle: The stars align...the four men in mango and the lady in red.


"The stars align": When an unexpected and nearly impossible event takes place.

The recent solar eclipse was certainly impressive. The sun, the moon, and the earth were perfectly lined up. But something even more unexpected came to be yesterday: Five kayakers (from the north, the south, and the west) were available on the same day (with just a little "schedule manipulation"); the weather forecast was perfect; the sea state was ideal for a late March paddle on the North Sea, into caves and through arches; AND...it was Joan's birthday.

When we met up with Ian, Mike, and Douglas at the Auchmithie launch, we all knew we were in for a good day. We had no idea, however, just how good, and how varied it was going to be.

First order of business, of course...

Carrying Ian's boat to the water.
...was to get the kayaks to the water. Even with a loaded boat, it's a labour of love.

The second matter...

Douglas and Mike work their magic and field repair a troublesome skeg.
...was to get Joan's oft-annoying skeg on the yellow "Starship Scorpio" fully operational. With paddling partners like this, however, it's a piece of cake.

"Come on guys, surely there is some way I can help?"
The third matter was to host a group consultation on a technical, camera-related issue.

"Hey guys, just FYI, Joan's usually right."
Joan (the lady in red) appears to be advising. ;)

In no time at all, the repairs were completed, camera sorted, and it was down to the serious matter of paddling - the magnificent cliffs, caves, arches, rock gardens, and beaches of the North Sea!

Paddling to a backdrop of layers of ancient sandstone
and the dark mouths of caves.
The plan was to leave Auchmithie and paddle northwards up to Lunan Bay, but first of all, a small detour to the south was in order...a visit to the cave leading to the Gaylet Pot.

There's a LOT of "geology" to admire on the way.

You have to pause to take it all in.
There are numerous caves to explore...

Mike, Douglas, and Ian turn the corner to the first cave.
...and the sea permitted full entry, to some.

Mike and Douglas, deep inside an ancient "cathedral".
It is incredibly humbling being "inside" our dynamic earth. Walkers on the trail above probably have no idea that 200 feet below them, sea kayaks are penetrating the innermost regions of the ancient cliffs.

Ian and Mike.
We paddled from this cavern to the cave and passageway that leads to the Gaylet Pot, the "crater" well inland in a farmer's field. 

Benign at first, the sea state inside changed when a series of larger swell rolled silently into the cave. It was an excellent lesson on how complete care must be taken...and nothing assumed. Ian demonstrated the proper technique for cautious exploration in this unforgiving environment. It certainly raised my heart rate.

Heading back north, a stunningly beautiful coast awaited...and many more unforgettable moments.

Ian and Mike...in formation.
The stars had aligned...and the sea was permitting a simply extraordinary day for the lady in red and the four men in mango. ;)


But she (the sea) had some heart-stopping surprises up her sleeve...

by Duncan and Joan (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 06:48 am

SimonWillis.net
Cycling, sea kayaking and life in the Scottish highlands

Nice Photo - Will It Sell?

A few weeks ago I uploaded a selection of images to Picfair, a new photo sales library.

I like the simplicity of Picfair - one licence covers a multitude of uses and there's just one price which the photographer sets.

Yesterday, this image was chosen by Picfair picture editor Sally as her number one pick.  You can see the others and read the background on her blog.  So...
The number of image views dramatically increased as a result.  However, at the time of writing this I had made no sales, and it only costs £1.99.  What's more, I've made no sales of any images to date.

Initially I was concerned about Picfair's search algorithm.  It seemed unable to find any of my sea kayak images, even though they had been 'starred' as good shots by someone at Picfair, and instead threw up ridiculously unconnected images.  Now that has changed and the search finds my photos.

But for me the jury is still out on whether Picfair is genuinely a place where I can sell photos, or whether it's a mixture of vanity publishing and a well curated Flickr where you can look at eye catching shots.  We'll see.
 

by Simon Willis (noreply@blogger.com) at March 26, 2015 06:30 am

March 25, 2015

Freya Hoffmeister
Home of Freya Hoffmeister

Wed 25/03-2015 Day 820

trip days left: 37
straight distance left: 732 km
Pos: here
Loc: Lagoa dos Patos
Acc: tent
Dist: 59,8 km
Start: 6:05 End: 18:10

Too late and lazy to write now, full update tomorrow, rest day with 17 – 20 knots south west headwind.

by Freya at March 25, 2015 10:10 pm

Tatiyak

La possanza della storia...

Ci risiamo, in settimana diversi giorni di tempo discreto ed anche il sole, poi arriva il fine settimana e le previsioni danno burrasche, pioggia e cataclismi vari!

Mauro all'imbarco - Foto di Andrea Bresil
Al venerdì la situazione sembra un po' migliorata e così l'incontro del sabato, promosso sul Lago di Varese da Sullacqua, esce dalle previsioni graziato da una giornata fredda ma almeno senza pioggia.
Purtroppo, per altre incombenze in capo, non posso parteciparvi... ma niente mi impedisce di raggiungere gli altri per una birra ed una pizza in compagnia, in programma per la sera... almeno questo!

Andrea e Henry e la Rocca di Caldè
Durante la riunione conviviale si struttura l'idea, nonostante le pessime previsioni per il giorno dopo, di una pagaiata sul "solito" Lago Maggiore, partendo dal "solito" Cerro di Laveno.
Henry propone di puntare su Caldè, e la proposta viene immediatamente accettata dai pochi che hanno aderito alla proposta.

Il monumento dell'architettura umana e Henry
Sempre durante la cena, un ennesimo controllo dell'ultimo minuto alle previsioni meteo, confermano il tempo pessimo previsto, con piogge continue fino a mezzogiorno... tuttavia la situazione è apparsa nettamente migliorata: il vento sembra sparito e la prevista interruzione della pioggia prima non c'era!
Ci sono sembrate quasi previsioni di bel tempo!

La Rocca di Caldè e Andrea
Forti delle migliori previsioni meteo, alla mattina successiva a Cerro, tra defezioni per vari (ovvi) motivi, i sopravvissuti erano tre: Henry, Andrea ed io.
In effetti la giornata non era delle più stimolanti e la pioggia fitta ed insistente, anche se leggera, non invogliava certo ad entrare in kayak.
Al bar, durante la colazione, rimuginavamo sull'amletico dilemma: andiamo o non andiamo?
E' bastato un rapido pensiero a Tatiana e la decisione è presa: andiamo!

Il tempio dei cormorani e Henry
Storm-cag indossato, iniziamo a scaricare i kayak dall'auto e ad armarli per l'escursione. Incredibilmente il tempo impiegato è stato brevissimo. Chissà, forse la voglia di pagaiare o forse la necessità di toglierci in fretta da quella pioggia insistente e vestirci in maniera più adeguata alle condizioni incombenti, sta di fatto che ci è sembrato un vero miracolo... in un lampo eravamo pronti a salpare.

Andrea e Henry al bar sul lago
Così imbacuccati, chini su noi stessi per salvare un po' il viso, in quell'ambiente ovattato che proprio non predisponeva alla conversazione, ci siamo ritrovati a costeggiare così vicini a riva da toccare a volte con la pagaia qualche scoglio. Ognuno concentrato ad inseguire i propri pensieri. Distratti da questa meditazione solo per il tempo minimo necessario ad immortalare quell'attimo che ci sembrava particolarmente importante... un'atmosfera un po' magica...

Il Sasso Galletto, Henry e Andrea
Quel percorso, ormai fatto e rifatto decine di volte fin dai miei primordi in kayak, in questa particolare situazione, mi sembrava essere nuovo, anche se ben conosciuto.
Ogni caratteristica particolare della costa, di uno spuntone, di una piccola frana, faceva riaffiorare i ricordi della mia storia in kayak, e riprovavo le stesse sensazioni iniziali delle prime pagaiate nella zona... una situazione quasi idilliaca che infondeva un grande piacere, la certezza di essere in sintonia con tutto l'ambiente intorno... come essere in paradiso.

Il Sasso Galletto, Henry e Andrea
E così, l'orrenda semi galleria eretta a protezione della strada costiera mi sembrava un bellissimo monumento dell'architettura umana.
Il mefitico luogo di ritrovo dei cormorani con le piante scarnificate dalle loro escrezioni mi sembrava un tempio di salvaguardia della fauna stanziale.
Le rovine arrugginite e cadenti degli scivoli di carico sulle chiatte degli estratti minerari mi sembrava l'arredo un po' demodè di uno stagionato ed eccentrico bar sul lago.
Il pericolante anche se spettacolare Sasso Galletto mi sembrava un altare eretto a qualche divinità ormai caduta in oblio.

Il Voyager e Mauro - Foto di Andrea Bresil
Da questa particolare stato di sogno ad occhi aperti, molto simile alla trance, mi sono risvegliato in prossimità di Caldè, luogo scelto per lo sbarco e la pausa pranzo.
Intanto aveva smesso di piovere, dando ragione alle ultime previsioni meteo, e la pausa poteva essere un po' più rilassata.
Purtroppo il bar dove pensavamo di scaldarci davanti ad una birra, era chiuso ed aveva affisso il cartello di vendita... un pezzo della mia storia, tappa obbligata da sempre nelle gite in kayak da quelle parti, si sgretolava e restava vivo solo nel ricordo della gentilezza e della disponibilità dei gestori che per tanti anni ci hanno accolto nel locale anche se bagnati e grondanti acqua da tutte le parti... peccato... ma ogni tanto è giusto che ci sia qualche cosa che ci fa riflettere sul fatto che non siamo eterni... dovremmo sempre tenerne conto nelle nostre azioni.

Un altro monumento dell'architettura umana e Andrea
A stare fermi ci si raffredda in fretta e così decidiamo di ripartire appena consumato il nostro spuntino.
Il ritorno, senza pioggia, è stato più simile alle altre pagaiate tra amici, sempre con poche chiacchiere, ma più disponibili a farne se si presentava l'occasione.
Abbiamo ripercorso a ritroso lo stesso tragitto... ma i vari riferimenti incontrati non erano più gli stessi di prima... erano ritornati ad essere i soliti luoghi conosciuti di sempre.

Henry, Andrea, il lago increspato e le nuvole basse
Allo sbarco ci aspettava il brindisi di chiusura giornata al bar ed un incontro ravvicinato con le mascottes di Cerro: Dodo (Boris per noi) e Guendalina, la sua consorte, che vivono liberi ormai da molti anni nella zona. E Boris era anche stranamente socievole... tanto da farsi avvicinare senza dare nelle sue solite escandescenze di vecchio papero bilioso...

Guendalina e Dodo (Boris)
Una giornata particolare da ricordare...
Grazie a Henry e Andrea per averla condivisa, ed anche a Guendalina e Boris...
... ad libitum...

by Mauro (noreply@blogger.com) at March 25, 2015 10:07 pm

South West Sea Kayaking
The personal blog of Mark Rainsley

Waterside D 2015

34 miles, 34 portages. It started horrible, got better.

Our indispensable support crew (the amazing Jen is pictured here) kept us fuelled and motivated.

Next week…125 miles and 77 portages. Maybe.

 


Filed under: Marathon kayaking

by MRY at March 25, 2015 08:45 pm

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

A blast in the Kyles of Bute


Whilst visiting relatives on the island of Bute I was able to meet up with David, Phil and Douglas for a paddle.  The weather forecast predicted southeasterly winds of F4-5 so we chose to start our trip at Kildavanan on the west coast of Bute, paddle up the west Kyle and through to finish at Rhubodach at the top of the east Kyle where we'd pre-positioned our cars.  It was a tricky launch through rocks at low water, but this was preferable to carrying the boats for half a kilometre across the sands at nearby Ettrick Bay.





There was already a steady breeze blowing when we started out, so the sails went up as soon as we were clear of the shore.  We made a gentle passage north for a couple of kilometres before I needed to stop at a small sandy beach to adjust the seat in my boat; also the perfect opportunity for a hot drink to warm us up a little....






Back underway and the wind was picking up nicely to give us a good push along. This is sea kayak sailing rather than plain sailing so we kept up a steady paddle cadence but in terms of effort expended it really felt like kiddy-on kayaking in the Kyles!  This seems to me to be the real advantage of a sail on a sea kayak; the opportunity for the sail to assist rather than replace the paddle, increasing speed and decreasing effort in suitable conditions.






We had decided to cross to the Argyll (mainland) side of the west Kyle for a rather specific reason and as the wind continued to rise so did our speed.  Shortly after I took this image we got a sudden increase to the F5 predicted in the weather forecast and simply flew along on a broad reach straight towards the village of Kames.  I enjoyed this downwind blast enormously; the maximum speed we recorded was 14.5km/h or nearly 8 knots; more than twice the maximum sustained speed we could have achieved by paddling alone - and it was such exhilarating fun too!






We sped like arrows towards the Kames Hotel, the large sign outside provides a great aiming point, our speed slackenening only slightly as we neared the shore......






.......indeed David approached at such a lick that we thought he might be aiming to sail straight up the beach and into the hotel....






Once we were landed and the sails were stowed, complex mathematical calculations were conducted to determine just how far up the beach the boats should be carried to allow a relaxed luncheon - conservation of energy being key on a kayak sailing trip :o)

by Ian Johnston (noreply@blogger.com) at March 25, 2015 06:19 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

A Matter of Conscience

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When I first started kayaking in Puget Sound, George Bush was President. The first George Bush, the one who actually spoke in complete sentences. It was 1990 and my first foray into local waters took me from Owen Beach to Gig Harbor, across the north end of the Tacoma Narrows. It was a pretty popular evening kayak trip in those days and since we ended at the Tides Tavern and then brought the participants back to their cars on the Tacoma side of the bridge, it made it a lot of fun for all involved. (It was plenty of work for the guides, however, but that is a different story.)

One of the common sights we used to get fairly often on that trip in those early days included Dall’s porpoises, sometimes in pods of fifteen or more individuals, black-and-white missiles that shot through the water around our boats and brought everyone to a standstill as they watched these master swimmers show off their amazing moves. It was almost certain that we’d see them back then; I haven’t seen a Dall’s porpoise in south Puget Sound for at least 20 years now.

western grebe-1 western grebe-1 Remember the western grebe? They used to be all over the place too. Long-necked water birds in a mix of black, white and brown, popping up from the water here and there, sometimes with a fish in their beak and a surprised look in their eyes as they stared back at kayakers going by. I don’t remember the last time I saw one of them down this way. They are not extinct – in fact, their California populations are larger than ever – but it has been many years since I saw one around here. And we’re not talking about a species that was on the margins… western grebes used to number in the hundreds of thousands in Puget Sound; more than 90% of them have disappeared.

It may be pollution or a lack of forage fish needed to sustain them, rising water temperatures or changes in seawater acidity, but these two species are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to habitat disruption and loss. And it raises a couple of points that need to be made crystal clear: first, did you notice they were gone? These are just two of the thousands of marine species that once frequented our local waters… there are others whose numbers are in steep decline as well. But does it matter to the people who live here? If it was important to us, what would we be doing that would show that it matters? Then again, if we don’t even notice the changes when they are happening, is it any surprise that we are not doing anything to address the situation?

It makes me think of something that Charles Moore had to say on his recent visit to Tacoma, and this is the second point: science no longer has the luxury of remaining value-free. To simply document the decline of species without advocating for their protection is something that science can not afford any more. The scientific process seems so value-neutral, and that is one of its appealing points, isn’t it? Just the facts, ma’am. But as science presents its pictures of reality that cannot be ignored, it seems arbitrary and disingenuous to not engage on an advocacy level, regardless of your purported dedication to facts. Indeed, it is the facts themselves that cry out for action.

I don’t know about the porpoises and the grebes… they may not be coming back. And then there are the sea stars and the shellfish, and the salmon, herring and orca… the list goes on. The changes in these populations are not adjustments or corrections that happen naturally over a long period of time in response to cycles inherent in the marine environment. If you argue that they are, then you are completely missing the out on the facts of the matter; if, on the other hand, you can see that these changes are actually happening, then the next item of business is to decide what your response is going to be.

by Ken Campbell at March 25, 2015 06:09 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!)

Stolen Kayak (Surfski type), Wales, UK




No, I am not in Wales, but I do have a couple of boatblogger friends in the UK, and beyond that, the internet is a weird thing, so I'm going to pass this along here for my friend Cat, who had her beloved Dorado II, a South African fishing surfski, stolen out of her garden in Pembrokeshire, Wales. She loved this boat, actually got it here in the States, she'd actually used it for the big Jamaica Bay fishing tournament right here in Brooklyn before shipping it home to Wales because she'd loved it that much. This isn't a boat that she can just run down to the boat shop and replace. I hope she gets it back. Here are her details:

STOLEN, PLEASE SHARE: KASKAZI DORADO II. With great sorrow I report the theft of my Dorado from my garden in Pembrokeshire, Wales. I just checked under the blue tarp I keep her under and she was gone. 15.5 feet long, orange and white gelcoat, back crate is missing from well (I have it in my house). I have fond memories of this boat, and it completed the MR340 one year in Missouri as well as many fishing tournaments on the East coast. Message me (her - here's the original Facebook post) if you have seen it or heard it might be for sale.

If by some wonderful chance you have spotted this boat, either in person or on Craigslist or something, and you don't have Facebook, you can email the info to me at bonnie13 "at" earthlink.net - please use "Stolen boat" as the subject, if I haven't got your email in my address book, it will get screened, but I'll be watching the screening folder for that subject. Thanks!

by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at March 25, 2015 06:00 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.

Lake Ozette

Travel along the I-5 corridor from the Canadian border south to Portland passing through all the urban sprawl along the way, and it’s hard to remember that this area was once a wild territorial frontier. But there are still places off the beaten path where you can get a glimpse into the rugged past. Grab an old plot map of the Lake Ozette area, wonder the woods and you might be lucky enough to find a reminder.

Lake Ozette

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Lake Ozette

It’s not an easy thing to do here in the Northwest, the wet temperate rain forest quickly reclaims anything organic, be it a fallen tree or a log-built cabin. While working as a guide for REI Adventure I had the pleasure of leading multi-day trip in the area where we’d split our time between kayaking and hiking the coast. I had heard about the old family gravesite, but it took many years before I was finally able to find it. The locals and rangers keep it a guarded secret and out of respect for the family I’ll do the same.

A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm. – James Thomas Fields

However, I thing it serves as a poignant reminder that things weren’t always as simple as jumping in a car and traveling home. When this area was being settled you had three choices to get ‘home’; pull a wheelbarrow with the wheel replaced with skids for traveling over the Sala bushes 28 miles from Clallam Bay, hike up the beach from La Push or hire the Makah to paddle you around Cape Flattery.

And there were no contractors to build your home. You spent months in back breaking labor clearing the land. This consisted of drilling holes in the base of the trees and burning them down. And once you cleared the land and built the home the work wasn’t over. To qualify for a homestead you had to work the land with some kind of agriculture; apple, plums, and pear orchards were planted as well as large vegetable gardens.

I remember standing in the forest looking at the family plot shaking my head in awe. Just how did these people find the resolve to carve a life in such a remote and harsh are?

 

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by Steve Weileman at March 25, 2015 01:12 pm

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Spring Cleaning

It’s been a very busy winter, and I’ll admit I’ve not spent as much time on the water as I would have liked.  Between wrapping up last season, filming, launching our web store, and a thousand other things, I allowed myself to get distracted from the things I feel are most important to me.  I could feel the time off the water, both physically and emotionally, so with the weather warming up and our first classes rapidly approaching I decided it was time to dust off the cobwebs and start getting ready for the upcoming coaching season.

I started with a trip to one of my all time favorite paddling spots, Cape Flattery. Don Cheyette, Jason Learned, Michelle Scheffer and I hit the most northwest point of the continental United States with a great forecast, and spent a fantastic weekend exploring the stacks and caves carved out by wind and waves along this remote and beautiful headland.  Top that off with a pot of Jasons dutch oven jambalaya and you can’t really ask for a better weekend. Jason put together a great video of that trip:

 

 

The next weekend I joined the same crew as we headed down to La Push, Washington for the annual La Push Pummel.  This was my first time to La Push, and the brutal dumping surf made it clear how the event got its name.  

 

 

We spent the weekend exploring the waters around James Island, enjoying the company of friends who had come down for the event, and of course surfing.  After two weekends on the coast I was starting to feel alive again, the cobwebs washed away by sea water.

 

 

 

After returning to Orcas from La Push I had two days to rinse gear and repack before starting the 14 hour trip from my island home to Trinidad, California for the first ever West Coast Storm Gathering organized by Mark Tozer and Helen Wilson of Greenland Or Bust.  I got to Trinidad a day early to explore this new environment with my good friend Rick Kitts before the event.  

 

 

The next three days were spent working with driven students and world class coaches exploring the surf and rocks around Trinidad Head.  It was great to meet up with old friends, and to make some new ones.

 

 

This was a fantastic event, with delicious locally grown food, great evening entertainment, and of course some truly wonderful paddling.

 

 

On the way back from the Storm Gathering I stopped for the night in Portland, OR to check out a showing of “Kayaking the Aleutians”, the latest epic from Justine Curgenven, hosted by Alder Creek Canoe & Kayak. This is the tale of a 1500 mile journey along the Aleutian chain by kayak, and represents both one of the most technical, demanding, and committing kayak expeditions to date, and, I think, Justine’s best work.  Justine is in the middle of her North American tour promoting the film, so if you get the chance to see her present it’s definitely not to be missed.

After returning to Orcas, I had just over 24 hours to do laundry and repack before heading out to the largest paddle sports expo on the planet.  Canoecopia, in Madison Wisconsin, is put on by Rutabaga and brings together vendors, manufacturers, outfitters, community groups, and over 20,000 participants in a three day trade show full of gear, presentations, demos, and dreams.

 

 

Shawna and I shared a booth with Justine, highlighting our paddling school, and slinging BBB swag, DVDs, and talking to excited paddlers enchanted by the idea of exploring the Pacific Northwest by kayak.  Shawna and I gave a few well attended presentations on towing and paddling in the PNW, and we hope that we’ve sparked the imagination of one or two paddlers who might come out and visit us on Orcas soon.

Back on Orcas we had another one day turn around before leaving the island again for our first official class of the season.  Shawna and I spent two days in Deception pass with four dedicated students who braved the changeable weather of the Pacific Northwest in March for our first Ocean Currents class of 2015. I’ve not been in the pass for a while, and it was great to get back to one of my favorite classrooms and play spots.

 

 

After the Ocean Currents class I had a day off while Shawna taught a private lesson, then it was on to a fun two day Sea Kayak Safety and Rescue class here on Orcas.

 

 

Now I have a few days to recoup, and reflect on the whirlwind of the past few weeks. I feel exhausted, but refreshed and exhilarated at the same time.  I’m stoked to once again fill my life with the things I’m most passionate about, and I’m looking forward to an amazing summer full of paddling, teaching, and learning.

 

 

 

See you on the water!

by Seth Albanese at March 25, 2015 05:09 am

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Steve and Cindy Scherrer join Kokatat as ambassadors

Steve and Cindy Scherrer join Kokatat as ambassadors
ARCATA, California (March 23, 2015) – Kokatat announced today that it has teamed up with paddling industry veterans and expert instructors Steve and Cindy Scherrer and their Shellback Paddle Experience (www.shellbackpe.com).  The Scherrers recently founded the program to share their stand up paddleboarding expertise with aspiring paddlers and the top paddlesport shops across the country. “Steve and Cindy are two of the most respected paddlesport instructors in the industry,” said Lisa Kincaid, Kokatat PR/Promotional Marketing Manager.  “They've been great supporters of Kokatat over the years and we are excited to have them back on our team.” The Scherrers founded Alder Creek Kayak and Canoe in Portland, OR, in 1986.  They sold the business in 2004 and joined Confluence Watersports to help design boats and work in the field as training and technical specialists.  They left Confluence last year and founded Shellback. While touring the country they will be conducting skills classes in SUP as…

by no-reply@paddlinghq.com (David Johnston) at March 25, 2015 02:08 am

March 24, 2015

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

Vinterpadletreffet Ørsvågvær 2015 - del 3

Vinterpadletreffet del 1 finner du HER og del 2 finner du HER. Dette er altså del 3. :)
Dette var altså været og utsikten vi våknet til søndag morgen. Jævlig, hæ? Hvordan skal man holde ut resten av dagen tro... Sukk. Slike dager er det så jæklig å være arrangør. Tulla!

Jeg fotograferer bilkøen med de som skal ut på dagstur i dag. Samtidig fotograferer Kirsti her...

Foto: Kirsti Bratsberg
– Dag, som tar bilde av – meg. Jeg tok det rett og slett med ro, og droppet første workshop. Verdens tjukkeste boblejakke, sovesveis og skifteskjørtet. Burde egentlig nedlagt fotoforbud, men.

Men om man kuttet ut workshopen betyr jo ikke det at man ikke kan ta en liten tur på havet. Flere små grupper som måtte dra før tiden og sånn, dro ut på egne små turer fra campingen. Selv dro jeg ut sammen med Tore. På tur ut møtte vi workshopgruppa, og Hans Petter slang seg med oss derfra. Vi tok bare en liten runde rundt nærmeste holme.

Aldeles herlig dag på sjøen, skjønner godt at han ikke ville til land riktig ennå.

Tore gliser om kapp med sola! Fin tur ja!

Enda et bredt glis!

Litt kosepadling.

Jeg forlot karene der ute, man ser spissen på sporet. Tid for lunsj. Jeg var sulten, og ville unngå stress før neste tur.

På tur innover så jeg Andøy-gutta (tror jeg det var) på tur utover.

Det var rolig på campen. Spiste lunsj, ruslet litt rundt og tok bilder her og der. Så dro vi en gjeng til Lyngvær. Der skulle vi padle ut mot vinden, til vi fikk nok – så var det bare å surfe i retur igjen. Snirkle litt mellom øyene og sånn.

Det var en del vind der, her har Bob-Bob gått på trynet allerede før vi kom i gang. Ups, det var såpass, ja. Hm. Johan reipet kajakken ekstra og kjørte heller hjem. Jeg akkoderte litt - skulle jeg gjøre det samme, eller gidde?

Det var jo en flott dag, men vind uten bølger er ikke min favoritt – da får vinden maks tak. Utelukket å dra hjem uten å padle mer – det var nå sånn det var, så det var bare å peise på.  Det var forsåvidt nødvendig for å komme av flekken. Det var rimelig tungt, så jeg slet umiddelbart med motivasjonen. Vil jeg virkelig dette?

De her derimot, kjempegøy! Særlig han nærmeste, han ble helt vill etterhvert. Masse vind, kjempegøy! Akkurat her har vi pause før vi har tenkt å padle videre. Jeg vurderte å snu. Hoste og null kondis etter influensaen – lite forenlig med kraftanstrengelser.

Men neida, jeg snudde ikke. Kunne ikke la disse mannfolkene slippe av gårde alene heller? Padlet videre, men... Jeg så ei vik. De fikk bare padle videre - jeg går i land i vika, og tar noen bilder. Hvis jeg bare kommer meg fram dit... Treeegt. Nuvel, jeg skulle alltids nå dem igjen senere hvis det sto om.

Det var ikke så langt, akkurat. 750 meter hver vei... De andre padlet att og fram i sundet sør for der jeg gikk i land. Det så tungt ut. Begynte å bli litt bølger der, men ikke så mye at jeg gadd å sette meg i kajakken igjen for å padle der. Var mest vind og sprut.

Så jeg ble heller på land og tok skygfier og sånt.

Sjelden jeg fortøyer kajakken, men denne gangen ville resultatet kunne bli for ille dersom det viste seg at mannen som mente det ikke var nødvendig tok feil, så jeg gjorde det nå. Fortøyde Pelicasen hans også, det tror jeg han kan være glad for, ut fra hvor mye den kajakken hans lå og beveget seg i vinden en stund etterpå. 

Vinterfisket er jo i full gang, så det gikk stadig båter forbi. De som gikk denne veien hadde ikke videre stor fart. De som gikk motsatt vei derimot... Not so fast.

Fotograf-Thomas var i himmelen. Dette var greier! Vind som bare sugde ut snørra, og røsket vannet opp fra sjøen! Wow! Nå var søringen blitt HELT vill. (Det er verken ironi eller smurt tjukt på.)

Lyngvær er et stykke unna Gimsøybrua, men der var det altså målt 23 m/s mens vi var her. Rimelig sterk var nå vinden i hvert fall, jeg ble blåst overende et par ganger. Ikke at jeg er så fryktelig tung, men. Det så nesten ut som de hadde det lettere de som satt i kajakk.


Han har nok fått noen kule bilder også, som hadde skikkelig kamera.

Til tider var jeg litt bekymret for kameraet hans faktisk, for etterhvert ble det til tider ganske mye sjøsprøyt oppover, men han var bare storfornøyd for sprøyt i lufta ga kule bilder!

Så ble oppmerksomheten plutselig rettet mot meg, det var sikkert noe kult bakom. Der! Stå sånn - nei gå litt dit - DER! Stå!

Foto: Thomas Pindard
Det var lettere sagt enn gjort, Thomas. Her var det bare å holde så godt man kunne på hodet så det ikke skulle ramle av, som vi ser.

«Og nu bremsa han!» (Båten)

De kom på land etterhvert for pause, da kom jeg på det lure trikset å kle på meg fjellduken. Ny erfaring – det er ingen enkel sak med hjelm på hodet og en god porsjon vind. En ting var å komme seg delvis inn, men å finne veien med hodet videre ut var verre. (For ikke å snakke om hvordan det var å skulle holde seg på føttene, når man ble enda mye mer vindfang... Den gikk ikke, rett og slett, jeg gikk rett på trynet.)

Etter padlinga dro vi søringene ut til Henningsvær og stappet dem full av skreimølje, mens vi andre spiste andre ting, ha ha ha. Såkalt vinn-vinn-situasjon, he he. De ble i hvert fall mette.

Da vi var ferdige der var det bare å sette kursen hjemover. Men først måtte jeg innom Jann med en kajakk, og der ventet det en blomsterbukett til meg fra hytte nr. 52. :D Tusen takk, damer! Noen av oss ses på Sommarøy i mai. :)

Årets vintereventyr er over, nå er det tid for vår i bakkene og på havet. Ikke HELT fornøyd med at påsketuren ser ut til å måtte skje med teltovernatting på snødekt mark, men det vil vise seg. Det er fortsatt noen dager til helgen.

Hvem kommer hvis treffet blir i Vesterålen neste år? Andre klubber som har lyst til å ta det på seg? Gi lyd.

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2015 10:21 pm

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Home of Freya Hoffmeister

Tue 24/03-2015 Day 819

trip days left: 38
straight distance left: 772,7 km
Pos: here
Loc: Lagoad os Patos
Acc: tent
Dist: 47,9 km
Start: 6:10 End: 16:20

I think I really got the envisioned but rather dreaded emu visit at night!At 11 pm I heard something outside banging around my kayak and tent. As I really couldn’t think of any human out here at night, I banged from inside at my tent wall to chase the animal away, whatever it might be. The noise it make on rushing off was neither a cow nor a small bird nor any cat-like thing.It may have been my two emus? Despite the mosquito trap I stuck my head with a strong flashlight outside, but sure nothing to see…besides some fat mosquitoes now inside my tent.

I passed a lovely small fishing village right on the beach, probably Mostardas-beach or such name. About 30-40 small wooden houses line up,but not all of them inhabited today.Some may be rather now holiday houses for part-time fishermen. An artificial harbor wall followed to protect some inner smaller lagoon entrance from where you could reach probably Mostardas-”city”. I decided now to leave the ever so beautiful and lovely coast and to cross over to the nicely visible white lighthouse on the next spit,about 12 km with low east wind in the back.

The lighthouse was simply square and ugly, and amazingly had the one and only entrance door high up in about 10 meters!In the reed edge besides the beach I was landing to have a closer look at the light house, I heard some thing splashing.It was a young pour bird, about 25 cm, fully entangled in some rests of a fishing net and desperately trying to escape.I was an expert in cutting trapped animals out of fishing nets after the last rescued turtle, I guessed, and walked over to my kayak to get my knife. The bird was not really to be talked calm like a dog may have been, but picking with his beak around, not really happy to see me approaching despite well-meant purposes. As I am not keen on a bird-beak injury, it took a while until I dared to get a grip on its fragile head plus beak to hold him calm while I tried to cut the net off. I noticed a scissor would be the much better idea to use on the small body, and I let go to fetch it.I should have one inside my cockpit! The turtle with its hard shell was to be cut free easily with the knife, but this small bird needed a more fine tuned operation.

Once more I waited to get a secure grip, almost thought the neck was already strangled and some wings broken, and started to cut the poor critter free. It looked good, but the more free movement the guy could do, the worse I could cut the rest of the entangled strings perfectly away. Some string was still in a wing, when the bastard managed to get free, pinched his beak into my finger to say thank you and rushed off inside the reed.Well, birds seem to be not the most thankful animals to be rescued!

On a tiny sandbank just besides the beach I saw a lot of cow pads, but where were the cows? I haven’t seen any for a while here…? I came carefully closer, but just now a larger 30 cm fish decided to jump in a high arch just over my kayak, if I had my mouth open I may have been able to catch him. My mouth rather opened too late and with a noisy squeak which suddenly made the cow pads alive and sliding into the water. It were about 20 smaller 20 cm turtles sunning themselves on the sand bank! Really cute! A picture from the fish and the turtles would have been nice…

Some other fish did the same jump, but I got him so exact with the back of my paddle he made a perfect volley loop in best tennis style right to my bow. Fish tennis…my new sport.

The pine tree plantations and wild ones along the beach had a marvelous scent, I was hoping when it was time to make camp I would still be in this forest area. It worked! 10 hours are enough paddling…it was calm or low side-following wind all day. Some waves on the short crossing, but less than yesterday. And it was sunny, really nice! The paddling jacket disappeared again into the hatch. The pine trees in the plantations had all about 1,50m and 20 cm wide scars on the bottom, they may have collected the oily pine juice for some industrial purpose? It doesn’t really look they harvest the wood? No idea, but the scars and the juice collection must have been done by a machine. I heard heavy tools working somewhere in the forest, but haven’t seen anyone.

by Freya at March 24, 2015 09:58 pm

Sea kayaking with seakayakphoto.com
Imagine you are at the edge of the sea on a day when it is difficult to say where the land ends and the sea begins and where the sea ends and the sky begins. Sea kayaking lets you explore these and your own boundaries and broadens your horizons. Sea kayaking is the new mountaineering.

A hot drink at Lenihuline on the West Kyle of Bute..

I had not been well for seven weeks and had missed the sea. A plan was hatched for a short trip in the shelter of the West Kyle of Bute. We arrived at the broad expanse of Ettrick Bay, where the forecast SE F4-5 wind had already picked up. We had left our cars at Rhubodach at the north end of the Kyles of Bute so we were all set to enjoy a downwind blast. Out little party consisted of

by Douglas Wilcox (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2015 09:44 pm

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

Refurbishing a favourite paddle into an heirloom

Six years ago, I was working on the woodburning decoration of the c1849 replica when my pregnant wife's water broke and we rushed to the hospital.

Working on the paddle the night my older son was born (2008)


For that reason, that paddle has always been linked to my firstborn so I decided to commemorate the occasion by decorating the other side with a height marker, images of his little hands, feet and some important milestones (see that full post here). It has become a bit of family tradition to take the paddle off the wall on his birthday and burn on his new height before eating the cake.The cherry wood has darkened in the past 6 years and now the "little guy" has grown up to the base of the grip on this 58" paddle.


The decorated blade


With the recent birth of our 2nd child, I decided to refurbish another cherry paddle with a similar height marker. This Cherry Guide paddle is actually the favourite all-around paddle design I've carved and this paddle has accompanied me on many excursions. You can see it in action in a few of my Youtube videos, like the daytrip to the Limberlost Wilderness Preserve.

 
Decorated and Plain sides of the Cherry Guide paddle


While not exactly the same design as the original heirloom paddle, they were both carved from the same stock of cherry and have the identical blade shape. Basically the two paddles are close enough to be "siblings" so thought this would be appropriate for little brother. This paddle has been heavily oiled over the years, but fortunately that process still permits some pyrography to be added later - another reason why I prefer oiling to varnish. The woodburning tips need to be at higher heat than unfinished wood and this causes them to collect a burnt residue needing frequent pausing to clean, so the process is slow but satisfactory. Just as last time, a metal straight edge was clamped to the paddle to burn the centre line and the inch markers.

Marking off and burning the lines

Previously, I used an old scanner to get a digital image of my older son's hands & feet. The old  scanner is broken so to get a realistic-sized copy of our newborn's hands and  feet, I pressed his hands against a pane of glass, took a photo, and used Photoshop to render the image into "photocopy" mode as the starting point for the burn.



The images were slowly burned onto the blade along with his birth details and now little brother has an heirloom paddle of his own.


Little brother's paddle details

Managed to take a shot of us practicing a paddle stroke with his future paddle on dry land.




by Murat (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2015 04:22 pm

Kayak Yak
kayaking the We(s)t Coast of British Columbia

How Many People Does It Take to Paddle an SUP?

Apparently, the answer is 7. That is, if you're the Jamie O'Brien SUPquatch Team and you're SUPing in some crazy surf in Hawaii. Check out the fun clips below:

by noreply@blogger.com (John Herbert) at March 24, 2015 02:00 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!)

Finding the View at the Bush Terminal Park

So there was that silly silly snow on the first day of Spring, but the weekend actually warmed up some -- not quite balmy, but nicer than Friday -- and had lovely sunshine and blue skies and since I'm getting into one of those times of the year when I spend way too many hours at my desk, I wanted to get outside for a while. Saturday we went up to CT to say hi to TQ's folks, so Sunday was the day for some activity. Earlier in the week I'd been hoping for a paddle, but it was again a bit windy, so I decided to stick with a good walk. TQ works for the Parks Department and gets as much fresh air as a body could want, so he doesn't get quite as antsy about getting out on weekends as me (especially when it's budget season at my office); he actually decided that what he wanted to do was get a batch of beer started (YAY - he makes very good beer and it's been a while since the last batch).

He did an inventory of his brewing supplies on Saturday night, after we got back from CT, and discovered that a trip to a homebrew store was in order. He checked online and found that
Brooklyn Homebrew carried everything he needed, and then I looked at where they were and discovered that they were a little less than two miles from the new Bush Terminal Park in the Sunset Park area of Brooklyn. That struck me as a good distance to an interesting destination; it just opened last October, I seemed to recall a couple of friends who'd been there being quite favorably impressed, and it's someplace different -- I have a certain set of places I tend to ALWAYS go when I feel like going for a long walk (Red Hook, Brooklyn Bridge Park, Sheepshead Bay, etc.) and I like them all but every now, but it's a big borough and I enjoy seeing parts of it I haven't seen before!

I told TQ I would ride over with him and then if he wanted to go find the park with me, he could, or if he wanted to he could head on home and get going with his brewing and I would get myself back in time for dinner. I'd never walked in the area I was going but I knew I could get to the F train from there, if I didn't find something better first (I don't happen to own a phone that tells me how to get places but in this case I wasn't too far afield). 


Brooklyn Homebrew was very nice. We'd been somewhere else in Brooklyn in the past to get supplies, but this place was much bigger, with a better selection. TQ got the yeast that he needed, a few other odds and ends, and some barleywine pointers (not a type he's tried before but he found he had kit for that when he reviewed what he had, so that's what he was going to make) from the guy at the shop.

I got a cheese kit. This'll be fun!

We'd gotten a bit of a late start and weren't done at the store until 3, so TQ decided to run along home and start brewing, while I set out for Bush Terminal Park. Started out walking along 3rd avenue for a while -- impressive mural here -- then went down to 2nd avenue. This was getting into a pretty industrial area, lots of warehouses, and I wasn't sure that I would be able to get through if I went closer to the water, so I stayed on 2nd. See the Statue of Liberty here? No, really, she's out there!


 Interesting, seeing all the train tracks running around the area - this one had run from the docks into a loading dock in one of the warehouses, but at some point the warehouse stopped sending and receiving goods that way and the sidewalk was laid right over top of them. These were all over the place, it must have been something to see when they were all in use.

 Here's one of the older-looking buildings I passed. Turned out to be a Superfund site - this was Empire Electric and I don't know what they were using here but it must have been bad (PCB's like General Electric, perhaps?). Interesting old building though. 
I walked and I walked and I walked and I walked and I walked and at a certain point I started to suspect that I'd missed the park. I'd been walking along 2nd avenue expecting that I would be able to see it from there; I guess I was assuming that the construction of this park would've followed the Hudson River Park pattern, where most of the old waterfront structures got torn down and the area just overlaid with shiny new stuff that looks distinctly parkish from a ways inland. Thinking that, I hadn't really noted what street I would need to turn down to get to the park, but by the time I got to 60th street I was thinking "I should've been there by now" and when I got to the Belt Parkway, I knew I'd missed it. I walked under the parkway to Owls Head Park - thought about walking around in there for a bit but decided to just head back, going down to the ferry dock at the Brooklyn Army Terminal to at least get a couple of waterfront pictures.

I was glad I'd come this far, though, because I think the facility shown below (tucked in just north of the Belt Parkway) is the Brooklyn end of the last marine railway in New York Harbor. Click here for an interesting WSJ article with video about this system, which used to be the standard way of transporting goods between New Jersey and NYC. Railroad cars would be driven onto barges with tracks and then taken across the harbor by tug; there's one business still doing this and I think this has got to be where they land. I of course learned about this means of freight transportation back when I kept my kayaks on a barge at Pier 63 - that barge was one of these rail cars. She'd been retired and repurposed, with a bar and grill, a performance space, and of course boat storage (back in those days) - you'll actually see a glimpse of the place if you watch the video, watch for the red caboose (a nod to the barge's working past) at 1:25. I didn't know that this was still going on for a long time; I've still never seen the cars on the car float (I'm probably always at work when that's going on) but I enjoyed seeing the facility where they come in. 

Heading back, I walked up to where the ferry to the Brooklyn Army Terminal docks, just to get a look at the harbor. Lots of whitecaps, definitely a good urban-hiking day (rather than kayaking). 



This must be a sanitation department facility - hope they're putting those plow blades away for the last time in the first half of the year! 
Nice view of Manhattan over there - 

And hey - I bet that's the park I was looking for! Turned out that they hadn't done the clearing of the entire waterfront thing like they did in Manhattan - this park was tucked in behind a working facility. I couldn't really see a way to get there from here, though, figured I'd come back on another day to figure that out, just took my picture and kept walking. 

But just beyond the facility where I'd spotted the park across the way, I saw a parks sign by what I would've otherwise taken to be the gate to another commercial facility (never would've guessed it from 2nd Avenue).

And yes, this is it!

At this point, my planned four-mile hike was running a good bit longer (ended up being closer to 6, which was fine), I was still a couple of miles from the F train if I didn't find something closer (I did, but I wasn't counting on that until I found it), and I didn't want to spend too long here - but I had to at least go in and get a better look at the park that's tucked away around the corner here.

Irving T. Bush, who built Bush Terminal starting in the 1890's

Nice looking park - 

And oh what a VIEW!!! Click for a better view of this view. Seriously.

Just gorgeous.

Gotta run now, but I'll be back!

by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at March 24, 2015 12:00 pm

Woman on Water
A woman's perspective on kayaking and other adventures on California's Mendocino Coast

Noyo Notions - New and Old

The day started with good intentions of getting work done - work on our website, bookkeeping, preseason marketing, and assorted other tasks.  BUT, it was just too beautiful to be indoors so off I headed on my mountain bike.

Spring is definitely springing on the Mendocino Coast.  The redwood forest was dappled with sunshine and flowering trilliums and milkmaids.  Riding along, I didn't want my ride to end.  The air was fresh, clean, comfortable, and the Pacific wrens were chortling away their bubbly, cheerful song.

My belly told me it was time to go home for lunch so I did.  The to-do list remained but the weather was so beautiful.  Getting out on my stand up paddle board was on the to-do list right?

So I loaded up my Jackson SuperFishal and headed down to the Noyo River.

As I unloaded my board and prepared to launch, I was enamored with the typical sights and sounds of the Noyo River.  A pair of deer wandered down to the rivers edge, a pair of Bufflehead ducks bobbled and dove in the river, and George the mute swan gracefully glided along with the current.  Belted Kingfishers rattled their tune and morning doves cooed.  While much was common, I did discover a few new things.

Paddling up the river, I noticed new siding on the A n W logging road bridge.

I was also super excited to see a green heron.  This one was a little less shy than usual and let me get a photo.  Hopefully, its mate is nearby and they will be nesting on the river again.

New as well is the return of the osprey.  I saw one quietly flying over the river.  They are still a bit quiet but soon will be back - soaring in the skies, patrolling the waters, and tending to their gigantic nests.

Liquid Fusion Kayaking is in the NEWS - we get a nice mention in KCET.org's article Paddling Along the Rivers of Mendocino County.  Jeff and I have been enjoying winter and some personal paddling time but this gets us really excited for Liquid Fusion Kayaking's spring and summer season which we kick off in May.





by Cate Hawthorne (noreply@blogger.com) at March 24, 2015 08:40 am

March 23, 2015

Freya Hoffmeister
Home of Freya Hoffmeister

Mon 23/03-2015 Day 818

trip days left: 39
straight distance left: 805,5 km
Pos: here
Loc: Lagoa dos Patos
Acc: tent
Dist: 56,5 km
Start: 6:00 End: 16:50

Good progress today! Yesterday I was not happy…today fully! It is such a beautiful lagoon coast! I fully enjoy watching the many many birds, today some pink flamingos added to the pairs of white ducks with red feet and beak, to the swarms of white, black and black and white birds (sorry I don’t know the names), plus two pairs of emus on the beach. One pair was just on my camp meadow, hope they may or better may not knock on my door tonight! A water rat and the plenty cow herds plus some horses completed my animal entertainment. On the human side I counted four fishing boats out there, some more parked inside small tiny river mouths, two men on the beach waving at me, a bunch more on a few houses. Who said the southern side of the lagoon is deserted and bare of people?

The many small river mouths are rather watering channels for the farm fields in the back country, each of them has a small or larger pump house. An electricity line is running all along the beach,feeding mainly the pump houses,but also the few farm houses.

The water level was lower today than on my first day,interesting how the wind drives the water up.It was a low south east wind all night and the first two hours, low headwind, but from the land creating no waves on the water. It breezed a bit up for an hour,but then it was turning NE-following wind! Yahoo! Despite bringing dark clouds and light rain almost all day, it was best paddling. No waves, good wind, close to a beautiful coast, lots of stuff to see, warm enough with my jacket on all day despite being wet.

The end of the day, before turning around the point, brought some nice waves hitting the spit, but breaking just slowly if at all and no problem. Just fun pushing and playing! The spit was long and once I could cross funny bumpy until I was in dead calm and shallow water again. I took the first good meadow to camp, hoping to see the two emus again who were there before I landed.Camping on grass is just nice and clean, despite being a bit sweating wet under the pad and gear bags in the morning. The sun came out the last hours,and it is just a beautiful lagoon campsite! Paddling the lagoonswas the best decision I could make! Just lovely.

by Freya at March 23, 2015 09:15 pm

Tatiyak

The paddle that grew and grew...

"Do you want to go paddling next Sunday?" Asked me Debbie last week.
"Yes, of course!" I immediately answered.
Debbie is the happy owner of the Clogwyn Lodge, she was my wonderful landlady for the last two months and she is a good sea kayaker too. But we dind't had any chance to paddled together since I arrived in Wales so... I was very excited with her plan!
The day after Debbie received a call from her buddy paddler who was inerested in coming with us... so we became three. When we went to the pool session last Monday night, Debbie had a short chat with a friend of her, interested as weel... and we became four paddlers. She probably wrote the message on the Snowdonian Canoe Club forum and... we finally were 15 people on the Abersoch beach yesterday!
Debbie said it was the paddle that grew and gre, I said she was the unconscious leader! The Snowdonian Canoe Club is well known for being a predominatly female club: we were 12 women and just 3 men on the water... what a great company!

Debbie led the briefing with the big group of 12 women and just 3 men...
15 sea kayaks on the sunny beach at the lunch time...
The group playing cricket to warm up before launching to come back...
The big smile of Debbie at the end of the sunny spectacular pladding day...
I won two unexpected lovely prizes as best lodger!!! Thanks sooooooo much, Debbie, I miss you!
"Ti va di uscire in kayak domenica prossima?" mi ha chiesto Debbie la scorsa settimana.
"Ma certo!" ho risposto senza la minima esitazione.
Debbie è la felice proprietaria del cottage dove ho abitato negli ultimi due mesi ed è anche una gran brava canoista. Non abbiamo mai avuto occasione di pagaiare insieme ed io ero particolarmente contenta di poterlo fare prima di lasciare il Galles!
Il giorno dopo Debbie ha ricevuto la telefonata di una cara amica, anche lei felice di uscire in kayak... così siamo diventate tre. Quando lo scorso lunedì siamo andate insieme in piscina per la solita ora serale di rolling, Debbie ha avuto una breve conversazione con un'altra amica... e siamo salite a quattro. E' stata forse lei a scrivere dell'uscita domenicale sul forum dello Snowdonian Canoe Club... e alla fine ieri eravamo 15 kayakers sulla spiaggia di Abersoch!
Lo Snowdonian Canoe Club è famoso per essere un club prevalentemente femminile e non a caso c'erano 12 donne ed appena 3 uomini in mare... un'ottima compagnia!

by Tatiana (noreply@blogger.com) at March 23, 2015 07:19 pm

Qajaq Rolls
Dedicated to the Art of Greenland Style Kayak Rolling

Paddling in skinny jeans

The qajaq was developed by the Inuit to allow them to move amongst the sea mammals and hunt for their family and village’s survival. The qajaq is not a boat, it would be more accurate to describe it as a prosthesis, an extension of the hunter’s body enabling them to swiftly and silently approach, harpoon and recover their prey. Qajaqs fit the hunter just like a prosthetic limb is custom made for its owner. The width, length, height are all custom made to envelope the hunter and allow them to move the qajaq as if it was a part of their body, literally swimming with their qajaq.
Rolling is one example of an activity where this connection between hunter (now paddler), and their qajaq suddenly becomes obvious. The qajaq follows the movements of the paddler’s body, it responds to the pressures applied and muscles moved. Any disconnect between the body and qajaq quickly inhibits the motion and ease of rolling.

turningkayakPhoto Credit: Jason Sexton

Turning is the same. The thugery with which many modern paddlers use their paddle and arms to move their qajariaq (kayak), is the antithesis of how the Inuit move their qajaq through the water. Graceful extended paddle turns, leveraging one’s body in the water, moving the qajaq with the lower torso and pressure applied though the legs and feet all requiring a connection and fit that seems alien to many modern paddlers. This should not come as a surprise when one considers the shapes and sizes of most modern day kayaks.
Many modern kayaks are built with cockpits large enough to allow a butt first, legs second approach to boarding. The cockpits are large enough and the decks are high enough to allow a large range of different sized paddlers to sit in luxurious repose. Unfortunately few if any paddlers will actually fit the kayak. Even with the best custom foaming and adjustment of seat and foot pegs, the voluminous kayak cockpit inhibits that connection between body and kayak that is the essence of qajaq design.

skinnyjeanskayakIf getting into your kayak feels like pulling on a pair of skinny jeans then there is a good chance you are paddling a well-fitting qajaq.

If it is made to fit you, or simply happens to fit you then, it will be comfortable all day. A snug connection between paddler and qajaq does not necessitate discomfort. A great connection enhances efficiency both in forward stroke and turning, allowing a seamless transfer of force from the paddler to the qajaq.

It would be easy for traditional paddlers to get upset by uninformed water cooler talk describing our beloved activities as boating or rowing. Rather than responding negatively, perhaps we need to reflect and use these opportunities positively, to delicately educate people of the historically significance of the qajaq and the Inuit hunters who made them.

Learning the traditional methods of powering, turning, rolling and harpooning with a qajaq makes one appreciate how important this connection between paddler and qajaq truly is. It is only by sharing this experience that we are going to make people understand why a qajaq is so much more than a polyethylene shop bought kayak or qajariaq. As a board adviser for Qajaq USA it is my role to help ensure people continue to get the opportunity to experience the entire collective qajaq culture and be given the chance to appreciate the difference between a modern kayak and its predecessor the qajaq. You can find out more about the qajaq and the events where you can experience them by visiting the Qajaq USA website. I hope to see you afloat this year in a qajaq.

by Christopher Crowhurst at March 23, 2015 03:21 pm

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

Hvor hen går turen?

Det er straks påske, og dermed masse fri. For første gang på årevis har jeg sammenhengende påskeferie også litt utenom rød-dagene. Så hva skal man finne på? Padle, så klart. Men hvor hen?

Hamarøy, tenkte jeg først. Jeg har begynt litt å samle på å padle rundt ting. Men så skulle jeg sjekke hvor langt det var, og da viste det seg jo – igjen – (har oppdaget det før også ja, men glemt det) at Hamarøya er jo fanken ikke noe øy. Det er liksom ikke bare å sette fra seg bilen og padle rundt tilbake til bilen.

Jaja, da får jeg starte hjemme og padle rundt Hinnøya og hjem igjen, da, tenkte jeg. Men den viser det seg er så stor at jeg får det i overkant travelt på turen. Det var som…

Så hvor skal jeg dra hen? En tur til Våje kan være aktuelt, for å sjekke om hytta fremdeles står etter at Ole var innom området. En tur til Guvåghytta kanskje, og Gaukværøy… Men det er jo de vanlige. Nå har jeg jo tid nok til å ta en lang eller to mellomlange turer.

Skal du padle noe jeg kan slenge meg med på, kanskje? Eller har du lyst til å slenge deg med meg noe sted? Gi et pip. Eller om du har en god idé. Jeg er litt blank. Men Nordkappen må vel få seg en jomfrutur, den er jo omsider betalt og ervervet. (Minus det som det vil koste å få den i stand sånn høvelig som den skulle være, så klart.) Fullt mulig at jeg tar flere korte og en litt lengre tur, eller en mix. Jeg burde jo fått testet litt bølger og rulling, redninger og sånt også i løpet av påsken. (Strengt tatt et must.) Men trivelig tur funker også fint – helst litt av alt, egentlig.

Status på rullefronten
Arkivbilde
Sist lørdag var jeg med Bø-klubben i bassenget. Det var veldig morsomt, masse unger som syntes det var skøy å prøve kajakk, og flere voksne som ville prøve å lære seg å rulle. Det kan jo være særdeles underholdende i seg selv.

Til slutt kom jeg på å rulle selv også, det gikk selvsagt ad undas på første forsøk som vanlig. Re-entry gikk svopp greit. Ene siden, andre siden. Greit og greit - jeg kom opp, men det kjentes ikke sånn lett som det skal. La meg ned på siden og scullet - det gikk helt greit selv om jeg aldri har lært det. Andre siden - helt greit det også.

WHY???!

Grunnkurs UNG
Sist søndag startet klubbens første ungdomskurs noensinne. Det ble som forventet veldig gøy. Sju ungdommer imponerte med alskens sprell. De tar jo ting irriterende lett rett og slett. En av dem cowboy-entret Inuken min i løpet av kvelden. Bare å ta av seg hatten for.

Neste gang skal vi være ute, det blir enda mer skøy.

PS. Ta det med ro, episode 3 fra Vinterpadletreffet har ikke utgått, det må bare vente litt til. ;)

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at March 23, 2015 12:33 pm

GURUSAILS
Velas para kayaks. Sails for kayaks

Navegando en F-3. Delta Inverso 1 metro

 La delta inverso de 1 metro ya esta siendo utilizada en varios paises y sus usuarios estan dando su opinion al respecto. Una vela "nerviosa" que consigue un gran rendimiento en vientos medios y altos, manteniendo una gran estabilidad en todo momento y una resistencia inmejorable. La baja cota de la vela la hacen mas estable y eficaz, pudiendo en algunos casos eliminar su efecto pivotante y pasarlo a fijo para alcanzar mejores promedios.
Otros en cambio la estan utilizando en sus kayaks para la pesca, aprovechando la baja velocidad en vientos suaves para realizar curricanes perfectos y desplazamientos suaves. Ademas, su baja longitud , la hace ideal para recogerla en cubierta sin estorbar en absoluto en la navegacion.
Ver video aqui.




by Rafa Dominguez (noreply@blogger.com) at March 23, 2015 12:31 pm

Océanos de Libertad

Navafria Nordic Ski (2013)

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Si que me he tenido que remontar en el tiempo, y he encontrado material sin editar, en esta ocasión una salida a la estación invernal de Navafría donde suelo ir a practicar el esqui de fondo, una modalidad que me encanta y que como deporte es de los más completos, sino el más , inclusive más que la natación ; pues trabajamos tanto el miembro superior como el inferior, lo cual nos proporciona una base inmejorable para la mayor parte de deportes.


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Un paisaje expectacular.

 Tanto la modalidad clásica como el skating, haran las delicias de los más machacas...pero ojo que es un deporte extremadamente adaptable, por lo que suaves paseos son perfectamente compatibles...además la ligereza de los equipos hacen a uno sentirse totalmente libre...lo único es que a diferencia de la modalidad alpina, en los descensos hay que andarse con ojo, pues el talón va suelto, y la bota en si es más una zapatilla que aporta poca sujección para el descenso...pero con un periodo de adaptación, todo se supera.



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Una estupenda nevada.

 Lo que me recuerda que llevo dos añitos sin pasarme...el pasado por estar embarazados, y este por disfrutar de los despertares del peque...¡¡Para el año que viene lo dejamos!!


Video Nordic Ski


 

by Jorge López (noreply@blogger.com) at March 23, 2015 12:11 pm

Sea kayaking with seakayakphoto.com
Imagine you are at the edge of the sea on a day when it is difficult to say where the land ends and the sea begins and where the sea ends and the sky begins. Sea kayaking lets you explore these and your own boundaries and broadens your horizons. Sea kayaking is the new mountaineering.

Eclipse in the Sound of Arisaig.

This morning dark low clouds obscured the skies above Glenuig. The fresh wind was blowing from the NW where the skies over Eigg and Rum appeared lighter. In order to try and see the eclipse we paddled out into the Sound of Arisaig. This photo was taken at was taken at 09:28. Unfortunately the clouds were too thick to see the sun and moon at maximum eclipse which was at 09:34. But at 09:56

by Douglas Wilcox (noreply@blogger.com) at March 23, 2015 10:37 am

Mercipourlekayak !
Pratique du kayak de mer

Kayak à Vintimille

Cap Mortola, vers Menton, 8 mars 2015 Ici pas de marée, c’est plus simple vous me direz. Pas de courant non plus, juste le vent à surveiller. Pas d’îles en vue, juste une côte à longer. Là mes lecteurs bretons s’inquiètent : c’est la déprime la Méditerranée… Bon alors disons quand même qu’en hiver : […]

by Arzhela at March 23, 2015 09:18 am

March 22, 2015

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.

All who wander are not lost...we just like the wind in our faces.

Sometimes, the sea just leaps for joy.
After the somewhat intimidating swell of Wednesday subsided, the North Sea calmed and allowed a very fine day on the water. Joan's birthday is coming up and so it was a good excuse to go into the city to the Dundee Repertory Theatre to listen to one of our favourite singers, Perthshire's Dougie MacLean.

Dougie opened his first set with "All who wander". It's a lovely song. So many of his compositions, reflect the natural world...the hills, the forests, the sea. My vocation has been my life, in many ways, but it has permitted us to "wander" and discover many beautiful places on this planet...there have been many hills, forests, and seas over the years.

Some bright red flotsam.
We have been blessed to serve in a tiny Newfoundland outport, two National Parks in the Canadian Rockies, military bases in northern Alberta, another by the Black Forest in Germany, and yet another in Québec, just north of historic Québec City. And then there were eleven years in Calgary and ten years on beautiful Vancouver Island, the place we call "permanent" home. Having lived and worked in two languages, five provinces, and three countries...we can affirm that there are wonderful folks everywhere.

In some ways, we've been wanderers together, these past forty years...but we've never been lost.

Joan securing hatch covers...and then I came along and removed one.
It's a story for another time. Sheesh!
We've just liked the wind in our faces. 

The helmet MUST match the kayak...
"Home", for the time being, is in Scotland, my birthplace...and the fresh wind continues to blow, and bring new challenges.

...or at least as close as you can get. ;)
The different "shores" offer new experiences...it's a perk that comes with wanderlust.

Riding on a "sliver" of a boat.
In life, admittedly, there are crests and troughs...

Passing the end of the cliffs before Arbroath's Victoria Park.
 but there's never been a moment of regret.

Easy rider.
There's been a regular requirement for a chart and compass, but we've never felt lost.

Home again.
The wind in our faces has made it all worthwhile.

It was a good day to be on the water...and there's another coming soon. :)

by Duncan and Joan (noreply@blogger.com) at March 22, 2015 09:28 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Home of Freya Hoffmeister

Sun 22/03-2015 Day 817

trip days left: 40
straight distance left: 1317 km
Pos: here
Loc: Lagoa dos Patos
Acc: tent
Dist: 8,8 km
Start: 6:30 End: 09:20

I didn’t last long this morning…sure the wind wind was still headwind, around 13-15 knots from sw, blowing still the waves in a wide low surf belt onshore. I was hoping to paddle in the relatively calm shallow channel between the breakers on the first and second sandbank which I mostly,about 70 %, did. When the channel closed up, the small but frequent breakers were quite annoying to make some reasonable speed in the headwind. Not really pleasant paddling, I know those kind of shallow sand bank waves from the Guyanas. Going out behind the low breaker zone was not inviting either with rough and bumpy water. I was fighting my way along the shore, at least pleased to see one more of those strange beaver- like animals in the water, and one more emu on the land.

The wind didn’t really change, neither did the waves, my speed was around 3,5 km/h only, and I decided after almost three hours this is not worth the effort. I am hoping for lower winds tomorrow, the wind “tide” at least was already getting lower with pushing the water high up the shore. Now less waves or even back to the dead calm sea on an off shore wind direction, and I can make reasonable headway!

It breezed up to even 20 knots around noon when I had already my tent upon a small grassy but high spot, late afternoon around 4 pm it went down again to 12 knots and with a slight turn from sw to due south now going along instead of blowing directly on the coast with already much lower breakers.

I did at least a due repair job to exchange a zipper slider not closing the zipper anymore. A fumbling job on a double zipper, and I managed only one of them to get back in position. I would need four hands to get the second one on.But I can live with it for now. Besides that, not much to do but reading and beach walking. Not really exciting…40 days left!!! If the forecast picture for the week I have on my mind didn’t change too much, I should have good wind direction at least for the next five days.

by Freya at March 22, 2015 08:20 pm

KajakGal - Oplevelser i havkajak » KajakGal - Oplevelser i havkajak

Munkholm til Holbæk Golfklub

22. marts 2015

Søndag og kajak hører sammen, og i dag var ingen undtagelse. Jeg roede en tur med kajakflokken Malik fra Munkholmbroen. Og denne gang var vi syv kajakker, hvoraf jeg ikke har set de to før. Og det er jo altid interessant at møde nye mennesker. Det var lidt koldt i dag, men solen varmede alligevel, så vi frøs ikke. Vi stod ud fra sydsiden af Munkholmbroen og roede over mod Eriksholm Skov, hvor vi skulle ro forbi skydebanen. Vi havde ikke kontrolleret skydningerne, så vi var lidt spændte. Men der blev ikke skudt i dag, så vi kunne uden problemer ro forbi. Det var i let medvind, så det gik fint. Det gjorde snakken også, og jeg talte med en af de ukendte, der var gasinstallatør. Da vi er i færd med at skifte gasfyr, fik jeg nogle gode råd om vores gulvvarmeinstallation og hvilke gasfyr, der var gode. Super!

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Vi roede forbi søminestationen, som jo reelt var en torpedostation, men det lyder jo ikke så mundret. Det var normal vandstand, så vi kunne ro over enkelte af de lave banker omkring søminestationen. Vi blev enige om, at vi ville besøge stedet på tilbagevejen, for vi ville videre til Holbæk Golfbane for at finde et sted i solen og spise frokost. Som sagt så gjort. Vi fandt et fint lille sted i solen, hvor vi kunne nyde mad og udsigt. Bag os kunne vi se Holbæk. Vi fandt også nogle golfbolde. Flere i vandet.

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Efter frokost roede vi tilbage til søminestationen, hvor vi gik i land og talte lidt om stedet. Et par var ude for at nyde det gode vejr, og troede vi var fra Holbæk, hvor de selv roede. Det var vi jo ikke, men fik da talt lidt. Efter den ekstra pause roede vi retur. Nu i lidt modvind, og der gik lidt fart i det, så vi blev noget spredt. Længe var jeg og et par stykker i front, men så holdt jeg lidt igen for at få kontakt med de sidste. Vejret var jo fantastisk, så at ro lidt langsommere var fint, så udsigten kunne nydes lidt ekstra.

Tilbage ved Munkholm pakkede vi bilerne og jeg kørte hurtigt hjem. Hjemme var der muffins, så det trak lidt. En god dag på Isefjorden i fantastisk vejr – og nu skal jeg justere på gulvvarmeanlægget.

Rute: Munkholm til Holbæk Golfklub
Isætning: 55°40’24.56″N, 11°48’48.83″Ø 
Optagning: —“—-
Distance roet: 14,88 km
Vejr: 0 grader. Vind 5 m/s fra SØ. Klart vejr og solskin.

by KajakGal at March 22, 2015 04:36 pm

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

Vinterpadletreff Ørsvågvær 2015 - del 2

Del 1 finner du HER.
Etter redningsøvelse, nedkjølingsforedrag og førstehjelp, var det tid for litt padleaction. Her var det både turer og workshops, alt etter hvilket nivå folk var på og hva man hadde lyst til. Noen dro på kosetur og noen var på diverse workshoper med teknikktrening og denslags. Selv var jeg påmeldt det siste, for aktivitetsledere.

Å få seksti stykker fordelt på de tingene de skal være med på tar sin tid, men det kom på plass etterhvert og folk fikk info fra gruppeleder og sånt.

Jeg hadde selvsagt havnet på gruppe ledet av en søring, så vi begynte padlingen på land. Her var det snakk om fremdriftsteknikk - liksompadling uten åre. Det skjønte jeg ikke bæret av, men i og med at jeg ikke har noen planer om å padle særlig mye på land uten åre så gjør det egentlig ingenting.

Etterhvert kom vi oss også ut på sjøen, hurra. Straks enklere å koordinere armer, bein og kropp med ei åre i nevene. 

Det var lite vind, men litt rester etter bølgene fra fredag, så imellom skjær kunne det bli litt rotete. For noen var det nok bølger lenger ut, så vi delte gruppa og rundt halvparten padlet inn her og øvet litt på kanting og denslags manøvrering. 

Så fant søringen (også kjent som Thomas i NPF) på at vi skulle øve på noe redningsgreier der. Det var forsåvidt fine greier, jeg merker jo at jeg har komlet rundt alene i rolige forhold en hel vinter. Helt greie forhold, men jeg merket at jeg var litt mer obs på alt rundt meg enn for noen måneder siden.

En går rundt, så tar vi kajakken på slep og den andre padler ut av området med førstemann på bakdekket. Gøy. Det er en manøver jeg liker.

Jeg fikk være padler i første runde, med svenske Andreas på bakdekket. Ja tenk, han kom helt fra Sverige for å være med på vinterpadletreffet! Veldig skøy. Han var dessuten flink. Men her har jo de andre fått et forsprang før vi var i gang. Hm.

Ikke så stort forsprang lenger. Hva nå? Vi snur, tilbake igjen.

Og bytter. Ut i vannet med meg. Kanskje ikke det aller lureste når man akkurat har kommet seg sånn høvelig til hektene av influensa, men det var jo gøy så jeg heiv meg til likevel.

Nesten oppå dekk, Andreas har full kontroll. Jeg sto over å ta egenredning for å komme tilbake i kajakken, selv om jeg egentlig hadde bruk for å teste det. Kraftige hosteanfall var illevarslende nok.

Så dro vi tilbake til resten av gruppa, for å padle videre. Holmen der ute var neste mål, underveis skulle vi holde kursen og terpe teknikk. 

Framme! Det satt noen skarv der, artig å se toppskarv når de har skikkelig topp. Tøft!

Noen benyttet anledningen til å kose seg litt helt oppunder skjæret, før vi padlet videre.
Herlig lys bortover.

Vertsklubbleder Boyd godt fornøyd på retur inn mot basen igjen.

Flere karer fra Andøyklubben også med, det var jo artig. Det var jo der Vinterpadletreffet startet i sin tid.

Etter turen var det noe bøying og tøying.

Denne her var jo smart, om man ikke fikk "kneppsene"...
Neste workshop, litt annen gjeng. Også på denne delte vi etterhvert gruppa opp i to etter hva folk hadde lyst til. Jeg ble med de som dro ut til skjæret igjen, for å se hva som var av action å benytte der ute.
Hadde jeg vært hundre prosent hadde nok jeg også øvet på redninger, men nå var hosteanfallene blitt såpass ille at det var rimelig utelukket. Her er det Torvald som er i vannet og blir kameratreddet. Han både rullet og øvde flere redninger, flink fyr.

Brian var forøvrig flink som gruppeleder, også. Tok passelig styring, og involverte folk på en god måte. Plusspoeng utdelt.

Mer redning...

Lasse heiv seg etterhvert til med egenredning. Som forøvrig gikk som smurt.

Her har vi treff-engelen. Antar det var den som sørget for perfekt vær.

Herlig matbord når det ble tid for middag. Etter middag fikk vi bildeshow fra Grønlandstur, med til tider hysterisk morsom fortelling fra Thomas Pindard. Jeg har jo ikke vært så gira på Grønlandstur for det er jo så in for tiden, men så har heller ingen fortalt meg at de har moskus der. Hvem blir med til Grønland?

Neste episode kommer når den er klar...

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at March 22, 2015 12:49 pm

Vinterpadletreff Ørsvågvær 2015, del 1

I midten av mars var det tid for Vinterpadletreffet, i år også. På mystisk vis var jeg havnet i komité denne gangen også – et slags samarbeid mellom Vesterålen og Lofoten-klubbene denne gang, men Lofoten var vertsklubb i Ørsvågvær.

Allerede en uke før treffet tikket første melding inn, angående illevarslende værmelding: "Heia. Ikke for å være festbrems... men været. Førr ei værmelding det e neste helg. Vurder dokker å avlyse?"
Niks. Det så ille ut, men værvarsler holder seg sjelden ei hel uke - og joda, den bedret seg stadig fram mot helga. Men vi var forberedt på å måtte ta i bruk plan B eller C som vi hadde klare.

Gimsøybrua var fredag i perioder stengt på grunn av mye vind, og både plan A og B måtte skrotes. Men det ble padling på Ørsvågvær for de mest iherdige, og workshopen om kajakkfiksing med Eilif gikk innendørs så den var grei. Eilif fikk så mye skryt at han blir nok invitert hit også - kan absolutt anbefales.

Etter åpningen var det halvannen times foredrag med Gunnar Noer, om meteorologi. Veldig bra definitivt lærerikt!

Jeg havnet på hytte med Tom Einar (t.v.) og Runar (t.h.), og ei søringdame som kom med Bodø-folket. Veldig trivelig gjeng, så det ble vel egentlig litt senere kveld enn man hadde tenkt. Men vi kom oss opp til skippermøtet (for treffets ressurspersoner) likevel.

Legg ellers merke til Svein i midten her - sykt synlig den der grelle gulfargen a la refleksvester. (Og legg merke til at jeg har fått meg radarreflekser på egen åre.) Ja forresten, til venstre er en av de nye plast-Arrow-kajakkene. Grell gul på den også.

For de fleste deltakerne på treffet startet dagens program med nedkjølingsforedrag (hypotermi) og deretter førstehjelp, med Ulrika Lindblom som er både padler og lege og deltaker på treffet både i fjor og i år. Det hadde visst vært både lærerikt og nyttig, ut fra tilbakemeldingene å dømme.

Treffets ressurspersoner hadde samtidig øvelse sammen med redningsskøyta RS Sundt Flyer som har base i Svolvær.

Foto: Sigurd Schultz
Først møtte vi skøyta utpå, og tok en kort prat om hva vi ville prøve ut.

Vi var delt i to grupper, som prøvde flere ting. Vi bestemte oss for å slepe en flåte med en som var sånn passelig bevisstløs - han som gliser bredest til høyre her gleder seg antagelig over å ha fått tildelt den rollen. Tore var forøvrig en av de som reiste nokså langt for å delta på treffet.

Sa jeg noe om været? Lørdag blåste det ikke lenger noe særlig - dere ser vel resten. Det er greit å være arrangør når været ordner seg på denne måten.

Ja, og sånn her. Avstandsbilde mens den andre gruppa øver.

Så var det på tide for oss å sette planen i verk. Det var kanskje ikke mest perfekte måte å koble ihop kajakkene på fant vi ut (gikk litt skjevt og splæsjet mye), men det fungerte nå greit nok.

Slepe slepe slepe. Beskjed til Sundt Flyer at vi har en som trenger assistanse, vi har flåte på slep. Jada, fine greier - vi får hjelp.

Som vanlig når det er en ny redningsskøyte vi øver med, så er det nye metoder. Denne her hadde en kar som plasket rundt i vannet hele tiden, det var tydelig et prioritert øvingsmoment. Her har han kommet bort til flåten og vi blir enige om hvordan vi skal gjøre det.

På mystisk vis endte jeg midt oppi action. Jaja, da får man jo se ting på nært hold.

Denne skøyta hadde en slags hylle bakpå, som de lirket hele kajakken med mannen oppi. Det vi ikke ser på bildene, er at det er litt liv i sjøen, som gjør at skøyta duver godt opp og ned. Her måtte man passe seg litt.

Det viste seg, at den «hylla» de hadde bakpå kunne vippes opp. Det fant jeg ut på den måten at jeg holdt på å brekke armen da de tok den opp, for jeg hadde den under ett eller annet så den satt fast og fulgte med, mens resten av kroppen og kajakken ikke gjorde det. Jeg fikk røsket den til meg i tide, men etter hvor vondt det gjør å bruke den vanlig enda i ettertid så kunne jeg godt gjort det litt før.

I hvert fall, jeg kom meg derifra da de hadde fått han høvelig oppi der, så de kunne få gjort resten av manøveren sin. Jeg er glad vi øvet, sånn at de fikk teste ut hva som funker og ikke - for som vanlig på øvelser så viser det seg at det er en del elementer å finne ut av, og ting går rett og slett ikke som smurt med det samme. Greit å ha plundret ferdig før den dagen det står om tid og liv.

– Litt venting ble det innimellom, men hva gjør vel det i sånt her vær? Null niks, rett og slett.

Her har vi to stykker som har padlet tur sammen, og begge to har havnet i vannet uten å klare å komme seg opp igjen. Ikke urealistisk case syntes vi. Redningsmannen plasket i vannet og hentet begge, men kajakkene dreit de i. Moralen er vel at man får holde godt fast i kajakkene. (Synes det var litt rart at de ikke ville berge kajakkene også - da blir det fort holoi når disse reker uten folk i land et sted?)

Velvel, begge parter lærte nok en hel del. Disse redningsskøytene er ganske forskjellige, både selve båten og utstyret de bruker, så det er veldig kjekt å ha sett de forskjellige i praksis.

At det er morsomt med øvelser er jo en ren bivirkning...

Vår redningsskøyte hjemme i Vesterålen, RS Knut Hoem, har forøvrig stilt seg positive til øvelse med klubben her, så det blir nok å skje i løpet av våren. I mellomtiden får vi tenke ut hva det er vi har mest behov for å øve på.

Neste episode kommer etterhvert.

by Miamaria Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at March 22, 2015 11:51 am

March 21, 2015

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

fun in the Petrel but when you make a mistake you pay for it.

Kayaking in the surf is a lot of fun, it`s exciting and excilerating and gives you a great adrenaline rush. I guess it becomes addictive at some time. There is a downside though. You need to practice playing in the surf a lot, you need to feel comfortable bracing and you need a good combat roll. Its best to start off in small surf in a protected area and it helps if there is someone who can teach you and help you. Slowly you begin to get more adventurous and head out into bigger surf, and heres where the potential for trouble shows up. Not to forget that even in small surf there is a potential for danger and damage. A kayak filled with water can inflict serious damage if you are between it and the beach with even small waves, a wrongly judged movement can cause shoulder or arm injuries and even head injuries are known to happen in small surf.. There are basic rules to be taken into account, for example, always be on the sea side of a swamped kayak, keep an eye on the surf, never turn your back on the waves and watch out for fellow kayakers or surfers or swimmers.Some wear helmets all the time, others forgo them , they can and do help but not always. Above all take respoonsibility and control, Kayaking is a potentially dangerous sport and if you go out there in conditions you take the risk. Yesterday I was reminded of all the above. We went out to play in the rough water at our local beach, the surf was about 1.5 to 2M sometimes bigger. I had my helmet on as usual and my GOPRO on the front deck. One of our guys had his hatch cover implode and his kayak got swamped, I pulled up next to him and began pumping . We were in the usually safe zone, just under the rock where the surf breaks. First mistake was not watching the surf, we were facing the beach. there was another kayaker watching us and he was seaward of us. A large wave loomed looking to break on us, A warning shout alerted us to the danger just as the wave threw his kayak ont us, we managed to abandon the pump, grab our paddles and brace fotr the wave but in the porcess I got hit on the back of my neck with his kayak. here the helmet didnt help at all, I managed to roll and brace in the surging wave and then went side surfing along until the wave lost its power. Just at the end i saw a surfer who had lost his board some time ago right in my line , I shouted to warn him but by then I was on top of him grazing him with my kayak. The camera sees all and this whole episode was well recorded , look at .48 to 1.42 on the video. At the end of the session we always try to get a good wave for finishing, Here I had another lesson and a reminder that the sea is the boss. I got flipped by a large wave and the force pulled me right out of my cockpit, I managed to do a reentry roll and then had to paddle a swamped kayak back to shore. All in all it was a great day , and I cant wait to get back.

by Steve Gordon (noreply@blogger.com) at March 21, 2015 11:46 pm

Tatiyak

Paddling the Stakcs, the Skerries and Bardsey Island!

Three fantastic days paddling for pleasure in such a good company! WOW!
The first days, last Wednesday, I went with Neil McAra and Phil Smiths around North and South Stacks and we enjoied the sunny day, the long lunch break and the rokhopping on the way back...
The second day we become four paddlers as Jan Albin met us at the Cemplyn west car park. We then managed a perfect transit to the Skerries using the cardinal marks on the way on and the Platters islets and the West Mouse island on the way back. Was a slightly foggy day and quite often I had the feeling to paddle on the sky! The relaxed lunch time under the lighthose was really gorgeous!
The third day, yesterday Friday March 20th, we were five, with the Greek Manolis with all of us. We drove south to Aberdaron to paddle around the Bardsey Island. I've never been there before and I was bit thrilling about the crossings with such large tide flows. It was an absolutely amazing trip, exactly at the solar eclipse time, with lots of razorbills flying all around the kayaks, some seals and one porpoise too!
I couldn't ask for a better ending of my long experience here in North Wales!

The man of many talents Neil!
Neil & Phil practising rollings and rescues on the little tidal on South Stack...
They practised sooooo much, 'till the sunset!
The Furlong green buoy just out of Cemlyn Bay on the second day,..
Neil at the South Cardinal Mark...
Platters at low tide with the Skerries on the horizon...
The West Mouse has a white beacon like a master pawn chess piece...
Jan under the solar eclipse yesterday Friday, March 20th...
The square lighthouse on the background of the Bardsey Island...
The best end of three perfect days at the marina cafè in Aberdaron!
Sono stati tre giorni fantastici, trascorsi in ottima compagnia, pagaiando in posti bellissimi! WOW!
Venerdì scorso sono andata con Neil McAra e Phil Smith intorno a North e South Stack: ci siamo scaldati al primo sole primaverile, abbiamo aspettato l'alta marea sugli scogli arrotondati di una caletta accogliente chiamata Abraham's Bosom e ci siamo divertiti un mondo a manovrare nei giardini di roccia che in quel tratto di costa sono tantissimi...
Il secondo giorno siamo diventati quattro appena Jan Albin ci ha raggiunto a Cemlyn Bay. Rotta perfetta sulle Isole Skerries, usando per l'andata l'allineamento con i segnali cardinali, di cui la zona è disseminata perchè ci sono ovunque secche di sabbia, e per il ritorno prima gli scogli affioranti chiamati Platters e poi la pittoresca isoletta di West Mouse. E' stata una giornata di intensa foschia, con una visibilità molto ridotta ed una indefinita linea di giunzione tra mare e cielo: ho pensato più volte che stavo pagaiando in una stanza ovattata! La pausa pranzo vicino al faro è stata davvero eccezionale, con caffè alla moka e pennichella indimenticabile sotto il sole!
Il terzo giorno, ieri, eravamo in cinque, con il greco Manolis che si è aggregato alla compagnia. Abbiamo guidato verso il sud della penisola e ci siamo imbarcati nel paesino di Aberdaron. Non avevo mai pagaiato prima intorno all'isola di Bardsey e ne avevo sempre sentito parlare come di una meta difficile da raggiungere per via delle forti correnti di marea che interessano lo stretto. E' stata una doppia traversata davvero emozionante, con le prue sempre rivolte ad angolo retto rispetto alla meta finale. Abbiamo incontrato un delfino, alcune foche e tantissime gazze marine che hanno preso a volteggiare intorno ai kayak... e ci siamo goduti dal mare lo spettacolo dell'eclissi solare nel momento esatto in cui il sole è diventato una falce di luna in pieno giorno!
Non potevo proprio desiderare di meglio per concludere questa mia lunga esperienza qui in Galles!

by Tatiana (noreply@blogger.com) at March 21, 2015 11:18 pm