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August 17, 2017

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Njord – Luca Seganti

Two Njord – Luca Seganti, Italy

Ytterligare en Njord från Luca Seganti i Italien

"Ciao Bjorn,

I hope everything is fine with you…

Just few words to communicate that my second Njord has been completed and sea-tested.

I don’t have a lot of photos, just only one photo taken at my second house at the sea side where the “new” Njord is close to the “old” Njord.

The new one is a bit different from the old one. It’s 580cm long and it’s 1cm narrow (Ok..1 cm it’s nothing…) but the weight is lower, I think between 18 and 20Kg. I have to weight. The old is around 22Kg.

I just did almost 30Km during this last weekend and it seems (seems) to be faster, it’s easy to move at 9Km/h, stable like a Njord or better stable like my Old Njord, easy to roll, what I can say more? You designed the perfect Kayak or at least the perfect kayak for me.

Yesterday night it came back in Rome with me because there few stupid issues to fix. The hatches that are not watertight, the seat…small issues to fix.

Ah! I mounted an electric bilge pump ! So I can have a bath where I want, re-enter into the kayak with an eskimo and don’t worry about the water inside the kayak. And it works. See the Pictures.

And the Skeg is working fine. I attached a picture of the skeg while I was still working on it. 

Then next week I’ll hope to be able to provide you with more nice photos for your Album. 

Thanks a lot, Bjorn, again you designed the perfect kayak (for me) 

9-10-11 of September we have the Ponza Island Tour (almost 70-90 kayakers, see Ponza and Palmarola in Google maps).

Then  if you are in Italy and want to participate, well…Now I have a Njord for you !

Ciao, Luca"

Njord by Luca Seganti – adjustable skeg

Njord by Luca Seganti – electric pump

by Björn Thomasson at August 17, 2017 06:42 am
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Kvällspromenad på Mästocka ljunghed

Igår tog vi en liten fotopromenad på Mästocka Ljunghed i södra Halland. Riktigt riktigt fint där. Vi har varit där innan men aldrig när ljungen blommar för fullt. Det gjorde den nu! Lite gött kvällsljus på det satt fint. Får nog dra dit igen en (eller sju) runda till fast då vara där nån timme...

Inlägget Kvällspromenad på Mästocka ljunghed dök först upp på

by Erik Sjöstedt at August 17, 2017 05:34 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Tue 15/08-2017 Day 139

Pos: 47.7665,-124.4554
Loc: Hoh Head
Acc: tent
Dist: 35,5 km
Start: 6:15 End: 15:44

What a difference in the conditions today! When it was yesterday eventually a solid 2 m swell, today it’s half, and it feels glassy calm. The sun is out all day, and we were strolling close to the coast and rocks, enjoying the easy paddle, even with some first low, the moderate following wind.

But I was warning Chris “not to let his guards down” on the today’s seemingly easy conditions! And yep, when we decided to land on a fully sheltered shallow headland beach for lunch which had just some small rocks to avoid, Chris didn’t pay enough attention, and was catching one of these really low and calm breakers rolling in between the rocks. It caught him from the side in the waistdeep shallow watwer, he didn’t lean into it, and didn’t brace. He capsized, and didn’t even attempt to roll…a small shock for hm to get him back to earth after he did so amazingly well yesterday!

He was a bit angry with himself, re-entried in the shallows and felt slightly humbled on the lunch break. To have a really smooth roll, easy sidescull and brace in calm water, and to DO it eventually when one of those nasty sneakers catches you is still something different…

We filled our waterbags at least with fresh shower water on a beach creek, as this creek here, different to all Alaskan creeks, I wouldn’t trust unfiltered. After the next point, I found Goddman Creek’s opening inviting to paddle up for a kilometer, befire we turned around on a nice campspot beach. It felt rather like paddling into a long open cave, until the camp point where the tide didn’t reach any more. A nice change!

When we paddled past the open coast, and as the surf looked doable in today’s 1 m swell, I suggested Chris should paddle in and out once or twice for training. He agreed, but didn’t wait enough for the big stuff to pass and the lower set rolling in, he got caught again and bailed out. This time, all stuff inside his cockpit went adfloat, like the bear can in front of his footpegs, an overcag and waterbag. It took him a while to collect everything, but then he left the stuff on the beach and paddled out all right, with a jump over the crest of the last big breaker.

We had a quick check talk, and he told me he liked to paddle back in, also to pick his stuff! This time he stayed successfully upright! He loaded his stuff again, but now on paddling out, he performed an elegant backsurf beofore he capsized without rlling attempt. We need to work on this blockage! You can roll, man! Next try, and he made it out just fine. I’m happy he likes to practise!

The wind has breezed up now, and the water surface was a but choppy. Going around Hoh Head, we cut through a low fooding tidal race all right, before we could land on a sunny shallow sandy beach – without any hikers! The dry campsot were narrow behind a big log, but we enjoyed our afternoon to get rest for tomorrow’s long 55 km paddle to Green Point!

by Freya at August 17, 2017 02:26 am

August 16, 2017

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!)

8/12/2017 A Surprisingly Splendid Women Swimmin'

Finally a weekend with a taste of the summer I'd been hoping to have, during my annual trip to Ithaca to help out with the wonderful Women Swimmin' for Hospicare fundraising event. My amazing Antarctic kayak guide friend Louise  first introduced me to this event back in 2013, asking me if I might be interested in coming to help out as part of the Kayak Safety Team, a group of skilled paddlers who line the course and keep an eye on things, helping out with things like matching up swimmers who turn out to swim at a different pace as the rest of their "pod" (small groups of swimmers who set out with a absolute minimum of two escort paddlers, generally more) with a group that they can stay with better, providing a brief respite for a tired swimmer, and the like. I enjoyed it so much the first time that I've made an annual thing out of it, even last year - no, ESPECIALLY last year when I myself was just coming out of being treated (succesfully so far!) for breast cancer.

The best year was probably 2014, when instead of driving back to Brooklyn, I drove to Waterford, dropped off my boat and camping gear on the Erie Canal, ditched my rental car with Enterprise in Albany, took a cab back to my boat and then paddled home to Brooklyn. I don't really do that bucket list thing but a solo trip down the Hudson River Water Trail had been a pipe dream of mine ever since I'd read a book by a professional adventure-travel guy who did a solo paddle the length of the Hudson, but didn't really like either the Hudson or paddling by himself. 2014 the workload, the currents (the Hudson is tidal so that's key), and the date of Women Swimmin' all came together perfectly, and boy was that a wonderful way to get home. Last year was also pretty special, being my own year of surviving cancer.

This year, Louise was out of town the weekend of the swim, but she made arrangements for me to stay at her place, and that worked out fine. I made my plans to take my usual 3-day weekend, and reserved a car, and scrambled to finish the massive licensor forecast that was due on the 15th, and packed my bag, but as I mentioned in my last post, with one thing and another, this summer hasn't been quite the summer I'd hoped for, and in the last few days before the  weekend, it was looking like my much-anticipated Women Swimmin' weekend had a good chance of following that trend.

In addition to paddling for the event, which is a fun, non-competitive 1.2 mile swim across Cayuga Lake, I'd been especially dreaming of swimming myself at this beautiful spot at the north end of Taughannock State Park, where you can swim along a cliff and past a waterfall, and during the late nights at work finishing up the forecast, I kept picturing myself swimming there and that kept me going.

But then I started looking at the forecast, and it was terrible - all rain and thunderstorms all weekend - and then I looked at the Women Swimmin' site one morning and noticed a "Blue-Green Algae Update" button and when I hit that I found out that Cayuga had been having a blue-green algae problem this summer, beaches had been closed, and that the swim would be called off on the morning of the 12th if an early-morning inspection of the course revealed any signs of the stuff.

I wouldn't have thought of backing out at that point, I'd promised I would be there, but I was worried. Trying to make the best of it, I packed up a couple of books and some art supplies; earlier in the spring, a friend at work had given me some watercolor crayons that I haven't had a chance to try out yet and a rainy Saturday afternoon in Ithaca seemed like a perfect chance to try that, and I also figured that if it was still raining on Sunday I would just head home in the morning and have a quiet Sunday evening at home.

So how did it all work out?

Surprisingly well!

The blue-green algae hadn't been seen much in the south end of the lake; some friendly Cornell science folks had been keeping an eye on things for the event, and their morning check revealed fine clear water for the swim, and as a matter of fact the need for that check meant participants got to sleep in a bit (usually we're arriving while it's still dark, but they needed daylight to make sure the course was clear so our time to meet on the water for our pre-swim talk was a relatively civilized 6:30 a.m.), and then the thunderstorms and rain that were predicted went elsewhere. The weather during the swim was just beautiful, and then some clouds moved in towards the end of the post-swim festivities; I'd been thinking of going to do my own swim right after the event, but when the clouds came in I figured this was the leading edge of the bad weather and gave in to a sudden desire to go back to Louise's for a nap, only stopping at the Taughannock Falls Overlook for a few pictures of the falls.

At this point, Sunday morning was looking like it was supposed to be nicer so I figured I would swim then, but then when I woke up it was beautiful again, so I threw on a swimsuit and grabbed my goggles and headed back to the lake, where I ignored the "beach closed for blue-green algae" signs (this beach was not far from the event course so I figured if one was OK the other probably was too, and the water looked fine) and went for the exact swim I'd been daydreaming about all week (even better, in fact, I'd forgotten about the waterfall).

And there was a perfect finish to the day, too, one of the other Kayak Safety Team folks had told me that there was a free concert in the park that night and that he and his wife and some friends of theirs were going and that I was welcome to join them if I wanted to. I'd originally had some vague plans about having dinner at a nice farm-to-table restaurant in Trumansburg that I'd found on the internet, but with the weather having totally relented and an afternoon swim having worked out so nicely, I put that on the back burner for another trip, picked up a chicken spiedie sub ("spiedies" are a regional specialty and I'd never tried them before, quite tasty), and headed back to the park for some good music from The Pelotones.

Really couldn't have asked for a much nicer day. BTW, I'm kind of the worst fundraiser in the world, I mostly donate my skills for this event, but every boater in the event does get a donor page, and if you were inclined to donate a little something to this good cause, here's mine, late donations are accepted!

Here are some pictures from the swim, which at last report (via email, the website hasn't quite caught up yet) has raised $408K for Hospicare of Tompkins County. As usual, click on any photo for a slideshow view. I don't have any mobile devices and I go mostly incommunicado when I travel, so I didn't hear about the terrible things that happened on the same day until I got home on Sunday, but I'm glad to have been part of something so solidly good that day.  

by (bonnie) at August 16, 2017 08:00 pm

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

August 16th - Discovery Island (#62)

George and I went for a morning paddle around my favourite local islands, and we were in for a treat. The weather and currents were good, though there was some lumpy water in Batnes Channel. As we approached the NE corner of Chatham Island I thought I could see several whale spouts - by their size, and since they were behind a rocky point, I thought they were humpbacks, but as I got closer it turned out they were a pod of orcas hunting along the shore. I am pretty sure that they were playing with a seal, but did not get a close/clear enough look! What a treat to see orcas - some came pretty close to us! We fought a bit of wind and current across Rudlin Bay, but otherwise had favourable currents.
click to enlarge
15 km, YTD 543 km

by Mike J ( at August 16, 2017 08:25 pm
Lightweight canoe and kayak travel

Lightweight Cook Kit

ultralight cooking kit

It seems like I’m always tweaking my lightweight cook kit. While preparing for some upcoming bikepacking trips (gasp), I redid my lightweight cook kit yet again. This time it has a new stove and pot. This lightweight cook kit could be used for backpacking, canoeing or kayaking and work out just fine. What I really like about it is that the stove, fuel canister and spoon all fit inside the ultralight mug, which is compact. Overall, I’m in at 15.8 ounces for my kitchen. Leaving behind a stuff sack and elastic band saves me 0.3 ounces, but they also add convenience so I’m going to carry them.

Lightweight Cook Kit Gear List

I can save 1.4 ounces by switching to Zpack’s bear bagging system from the WXtex bear bag and Sea-to-Summit Ultralight dry bag. Switching from the Sawyer Mini to Katadyn’s BeFree water filter saves 2.4 ounce. Total saved by making those changes would be 3.8 ounces. That would cost $100 or about $25 per ounce.  I could save even more weight if I used a Loksak Opsak12x20 Inch Storage Bag (REI offers these for the cheapest price) and just stashed the food in the woods away from the campsite. Those bags are suppose to stop odor and people are using them in that way. Making that switch saves 4.3 ounces. So with the Loksak and the Katadyn, I’d save 6.7 ounces. If I was buying new equipment right now, that’s what I’d do. Those changes would make this lightweight cook kit drop to 9.1 ounces and have a more usable water bottle to drink from.


I started carrying Camp Chow meals for dinners, oatmeal or cereal and powdered milk for breakfast and a couple of granola bars for snacks. For lunch, I usually do pitas and hummus or peanut butter or cheese and summer sausage. I shoot for between 1.5 and 2 pounds of food per day. On the shorter three-day trips that I’ve been taking, it usually all fits into an 8 liter dry bag for bear bagging.

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by Bryan Hansel at August 16, 2017 05:41 pm

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

Gentagelse af sidste tur i andet godt selskab

Tog samme tur som sidst - denne gang sammen med min gode ven Bo. Dejligt vejr og godt selskab - bedre bliver det ikke. Håber at jeg snart får mit vandtætte kamera igen.

Det er Bo der spiller på min billedvideo fra en martstur for år siden

18 km

by Pouls kajakblog ( at August 16, 2017 04:00 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Mon 14/08-2017 Day 138

Pos: 47.9644,-124.6653
Loc: Cape Johnson
Acc: tent
Dist: 27,0 km
Start: 6:15 End: 12:15

It was Chris’ first night on an “unofficial” campsite, we slept both well and enough. Hi first day in rougher conditions yesterday was a full success, I trusted him to be safe on more days. Launching was easy on the other side of the spit, and we paddled on dead calm water for at least the first 1,8 km. But we both knew conditions will today change quickly when paddling out to the open sea! The swell forecast were even 20 cm more than yesterday up to 1,70 m, but they felt for me different to handle without bright sunlight.

It was quite BIG out there, but as long as I followed a line without breakers, and Chris followed me in my wake and kept his nerves, we were both fine. We could leave White Rock offshre and sneaked through the rocks in moderate shelter, but had to go offshore agin a´thenafter.

Jagged Island was the first larger Isalnd which promised some reasonable shaleter, and I threaded us very slow and carefully through a fine unbroken line to reach calmer water. That was working well! we had both a pee and lunch on the water, before we tackled the last 5 km to reach or destination. The bay before Cape Johnston looked already good, and it would have been reasonable to land safely there. But oh well…we threaded through some nasty lumpy reflecting waves along the Cape for another kilometer to have a bit of more icing on this 5+ star paddling day, and found behind a conical rock our dead calm sandy landing beach on lowest tide.

We were not the only ones there, dozens of backpackers passed by or had a lunch break on “our” beach. No kayakers though…this was not a day for everyone to be out there. I was proud of my paddling partner Chris to have done so well today, and trust him to be able to keep on going even longer like this! Good job. And yes, I can pet myself also on the shoulder for safely guiding… We both had a short swim on quite chilly water this time, no comparison to the warmish lagoon on the southern side of the spit yesterday! Our convenient tent site on a small leveled gravel spot an the sandy beach was a bit on the edge on high tide at 6 pm, but once more, just keep the nerves 🙂

by Freya at August 16, 2017 12:55 am

August 15, 2017

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Back to the Future, Part 17

Going back to the San Juans.

I suppose it hasn’t been that long, but it seems like it has been. There were years when I’d have a half-a-dozen trips to the islands, mostly as a guide, occasionally on my own time. It’s the first place I ever kayaked with whales, the first place I ever built a sweat lodge on the beach. It’s where I first learned about currents, where I would go for winter paddling, a wonderland of islands that, over time, became like a second home for me. (There are still some signed copies of “A Sea Kayaker’s Guide to the San Juan Islands,” just shoot me an email.)

It has been at least two years since I’ve been in that northern tier of islands though: Patos, Sucia and Matia. It’s been even longer since I made it to Clark. The group that is going is made up of strong paddlers and the time of year we’re going (not long after Labor Day), means that we will have most places to ourselves. The days are a little shorter in mid-September, and it gets a bit cooler at night. Still, there’s no question that it’s my favorite time of the year.

by Ken Campbell at August 15, 2017 10:43 pm

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

August 15th - Discovery Island (#61)

Dan and I went for a mid-day paddle around the islands. The weather was great, light winds and sunny and the currents were slack or weak.We stopped for a snack in the park. Nice to get a substantial paddle in! :)
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15 km, YTD 528 km

by Mike J ( at August 15, 2017 05:52 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sun 15/08-2017 Day 137

Pos: 48.1705,-124.7303
Loc: Cape Alava
Acc: tent
Dist: 22,6 km
Start: 8:50 End: 15:40

We agreed to launch when we got up after the party…our mutual understanding felt about at the same time, as when I was knocking at Chris’ tent, he was already up and dressed. Still, my patience was a but stretched after this, as Chris’ yard sale didn’t seem to like to disappear into his kayak…and the surf was lifting by the hour.

When we were eventually both ready to launch, about six paddling friends gathered to wave us good bye. Chris was the first to launch through the multiple lines of moderate breakers, and he did all right by waiting patiently for the right timing for each line, paddling over the just broken wave. Sometimes he was a bit too much hesitating and patient, and just before the last biggest breaker, he couldn’t get over it and got back surfed in style with a final elegant side broach. Looked like it was planned, and gave him a lot of applause 🙂 He opted to swap paddles, and went out again, this time successful. Good job!

I went out all right, with three times a bit of a small face wash, but no problem. But when I was out besides Chris, I found him in doubt if he could handle this kind of surf…I calmed him down to tell him this was an unusual landing and launching spot right in the middle of an open beach, and we would always find a sheltered beach corner to land and launch! He believed me, and we enjoyed our sunny paddling day offshore, in a bit higher seas than yesterday. I felt confident for my paddling partner he would be fine, and after the initial small unhappy feeling about his launch, he relaxed, trusted my judgment and also enjoyed the day! We couldn’t really get close to the shore and the stunning rocks this time, but enjoyed the nice view from out there!

We had a lunch stop at the Point of Arches, but instead of landing at the main beach corner in very low surf, we found a decent size sheltered cave beach to land! Quite a special lunch spot! But when I was out again, my remainders of my rudder didn’t like to go as smooth as they had been…I had to land now at the main beach, took the thing apart, found nothing special but cleaned it, and it was soft going as before!

We crossed over to Cape Alava, and I judged the surf on the northern end of the sandy spit as low and landable. It was fine for both of us, but the other side of the spit was dead calm between many rocks and in the shelter of the larger Ozette Island! Ok…we camped just in the middle, and will launch tomorrow from the southern end! It was Chris’ first time camping out on a wild beach, and we both enjoyed a swim in the ocean. I jumped in first on the surfy rocky side, where it was about five degrees colder than on the calm side with some weed. There, I was staying in quite some time! Wonderful in the sunshine! But I had to do a bunch of chores, including typing updates of the last two days…

by Freya at August 15, 2017 03:09 am

August 14, 2017

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

10 paddles in Alaska (#s 51-60)

I spent July 16 to August 12 aboard MV Swell in southeast Alaska working as a naturalist for Maple Leaf Adventures. During that time I was able to lead ten short paddles with guests. Not too much details about each paddle, but all were fun!
overview of paddle sites as red dots - click to enlarge

#1 - Windham Bay - July 18th - 2 km
Windham Bay click to enlarge
#2 Gambier Bay - July 21st - 5 km
Gambier Bay - click to enlarge
#3 Warm Springs Bay - July 22nd - 2 km
Warm Springs Bay - the tide was right for getting into the salt lagoon!
#4 Magoun Islands - July 24th - 4 km
Magound Islands - click to enlarge
#5 Magoun Islands - July 25th - 2 km
Magoun Islands - July 25th - click to enlarge
#6 Warm Springs Bay - July 28th - 6 km
Warm Springs Bay - click to enlarge
#7 Gambier Bay - July 29 - 6 km
Gambier Bay -click to enlarge
#8 Good Island, Gambier Bay - August 1st - 6 km
Good Island Gambier Bay - click to enlarge
#9 Gambier Bay - August 8th - 5 km
Gambier Bay - click to enlarge
#10 Stone Island, South Etolin - August 10 - 4 km
Stone Island - click to enlarge
42 km total for Alaska - YTD 513 km

by Mike J ( at August 14, 2017 11:49 pm

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

Fra steigen, hjem og rett til Taen på tur

Jeg våknet i Steigen til en ny, herlig dag. Men nå turte jeg ærlig talt ikke spise mer av maten jeg hadde med, det hadde vært så varmt disse dagene. Egg og baconet kanskje, men ikke så mye av resten. Det var på tide å vente nesen hjemover.

Jeg lå jo nå i telt nokså nært bilen. Her er det en kort spasertur, men som vi ser så har jeg vært uten landforbindelse i løpet av natta. Da er det liksom litt ute i naturen likevel, på en måte. (Her ser vi også hvor langgrunt det er her, mye bæring.)

Jeg visste ikke helt hva jeg skulle når jeg kom hjem, så jeg satte batterier på lading allerede nå. Greit å være forberedt til neste tur så tidlig som mulig. Men hjemturen skulle jeg bruke litt tid på, ta litt stopper her og der og være ute. Kjedelig å sitte i bil i dette været.

Utsikten var ikke noe å si på gjennom noen av utgangene. Definitivt ståkarakter her, synes jeg.

Aller først stakk jeg innom Batteri Dietl. Her fikk jeg litt utsikt over området jeg hadde padlet et par dager i, men også et grøssende inntrykk av hva som befant seg her under krigen. Det er skremmende kort tid siden det var krig her.

Dette ser ut for å være en flott villnypebusk, tett ved parkeringen.

Dette må vel være en eller annen form for søte? Hvilken er jeg usikker på.

Det var mange rester etter det som var en av Europas største kystfestninger under andre verdenskrig. I dagens verden er det grotesk å tenke på, og vanskelig å ta inn over seg. Er det noen som ønsker en reprise, virkelig?

Her ser vi ett av de veldig langgrunne områdene rundt Engeløya.

Jeg gikk opp på det høyeste punktet på området, og fikk god utsikt. Det ga også et enda bedre bilde over hvor mektig dette må ha vært når det var i drift. Fysj.

Jeg droppet imidlertid å gå inn i bunkeren på guidet tur, siden det var så flott vær. Jeg skal uansett padle her flere ganger, så det blir nye muligheter. Helt sikkert.

Panorama over området, satt sammen av tre bilder.

Jeg kjørte videre, skulle egentlig stoppe på noe gårdsspiserier, men det var dårlig skiltet så da hoppet jeg bukk over det. Jeg handlet heller på en nærbutikk, og duret videre hjemover. Da jeg kom til et skilt om helleristninger stoppet jeg, og gikk bortover en tursti. Dette skal da være helleristning av en rein, ganske spesiell sådan - slipt bergkunst, som kan være 9000 år gammel.

Noen var mer opptatt av bading enn bergkunst. Jeg derimot, satte meg i bilen videre hjemover. Underveis ble det noen stopp for å svare på SMS, Inger ville på telttur. Det hørtes jo ut som en grei plan, forsåvidt. Jeg kunne akkurat rekke å snu hjemme før ny tur. Utmerket.

Jeg trodde det var en tabbe, for hjemme lå tåka tett da jeg hadde pakket om og kjørte til Taen for telting med Inger og Edvard. Men der var det bare idyll! Vi vant på tåkebingoen, hurra! Bingooo!

I dette flotte været ble vi ikke alene her, men det er god plass. Etter en stund kom det to padlere per kajakk. De var på vei rundt Hadseløya, og skulle campe her underveis. Ikke noe dårlig valg det.

Vi slo leir midt i enga, med utsikt til kveldssola - ei stund i hvert fall.

Fra teltet mitt hadde jeg også utsikt ned mot stranda og bukta. Bak der kan vi se gapahuken som nylig er satt opp. Ganske stor og ruvende i seg selv, men fornuftig plassert så det ser slett ikke galt ut synes jeg. Blir nok satt pris på og oppveid av praktisk bruk vil jeg tro.

Her bor Inger og Edvard.

Da sola var i ferd med å gå ned tok vi en tur opp på den ene haugen, for å få se siste rest.

Teltkompiser i solnedgang.

Leiren sett ovenfra. Ganske grei teltplass, og praktisk med benk å sitte på utover kvelden.

På den andre haugen var det ett telt fra før, og til høyre er padlerne i ferd med å sette opp ett til.

Fabelaktig fin kveld.

Vi satt ute til det var langt over vanlig leggetid i hvert fall for meg, for det var så fin kveld. Vi spiste godis og spekepølse, og koste oss, før vi gikk inn i teltene og leste litt bok før vi sovna. Jeg leste om noen som gikk til Sydpolen, mens de andre foretrakk Kaptein Supertruse. Jeg synes han hørtes kulere ut, ærlig talt. Men jeg sovner effektivt til disse polfarerne.

God natt.

Da vi våkna var det også fint vær. Innser nå at jeg glemte å nevne den tredje som bodde i dette teltet; Vilma. En kjempesøt liten valp, som blir passe størrelse når hun blir stor også.

Det ble en flott og innholdsrik dag, og så kjekt å komme seg på tur samme dag som jeg kom hjem! Det var virkelig effektivt. Takk for turen.

by Miamaria ( at August 14, 2017 08:00 pm

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

Food for Kayak Camping

As summer starts to wind down, I start to get excited about kayak camping trips.  Our favorite "get-away" is to load up our kayaks and go on a wilderness kayak camping trip.  Usually we do a whitewater river trip of a week or so but also we will jaunt off in our sea kayaks to various locations on the coast.  Coming up later this month, we are guiding a sea kayak trip on California's Lost Coast.
Kayak camping on the Owhyee River.
Food preparation for self-support kayak trips can be a daunting task.  I enjoy the challenge and get better with each trip that we do.  Most of our meals are one pot meals a protein, starch, and lots of vegetables.
One pot meals make for easy prep and minimal cleanup.
Many paddlers buy pre-packaged dehydrated meals.  This is a convenient way to plan, pack, and prepare meals in the backcountry.  I usually keep a few pre-packaged meals around for emergency supplies and for extra food on our trips because they are lightweight, don't take up much space, are easily prepared, and have a long shelf life.  The disadvantages of prepackaged meals are that they are usually high in sodium and are expensive.  For these reasons, I prefer to create my own meals.
To minimize dishes, we often eat right out of the pot.  It was a good meal when the pot looks like this.
There are a lot of good resources and recipes on the internet for backpacking food.  One of my favorites is  This site is helpful because it has directions for dehydrating your own food and serving sizes for dehydrated food.  He also has some good recipe ideas.

My new favorite site for backpacking recipes is Dirty  A nice resource that they have compiled is backpacking foods that you can find at the local market.  It is less expensive than the prepackaged backpack specific meals.  It gives you ideas so you can shop for Non- GMO, gluten free, organic or other dietary options.  I also like the Dirty Gourmet's recipes.  When Jeff and I did 10 days on the John Day River this spring, I made a variation of their Thai Coconut Soup.  Jeff is allergic to soy so I used freeze dried chicken instead of soy.  It was delicious!!!
Preparing Thai Coconut Soup on a kayak camping trip.
 When planning food for a trip, planning your menu is key regardless of whether you buy or make your own meals.  I usually scratch out all my menu ideas on paper then mix and match what foods would be best on what day.  If I am packing fresh produce, I plan my meals that need produce at the beginning of the trip.  Planning the menu also helps you with shopping for ingredients and preparing and packaging the meals.
Fresh vegetables are a luxury for us on kayak camping trips.
For food preparation at home, I definitely use my dehydrator.  This time of the year, our summer garden is bountiful.  What we aren't going to eat, share, or trade, I will dehydrate for our future camping trips.  Right now, I am dehydrating zucchini chips for dipping in hummus, ceviche, crab dip, or tuna salad. (Down Home Foods in Fort Bragg carries Fantastic Foods Dehydrated Hummus.  It is tasty and easy to pack and prepare).
Dehydrating zucchini from our garden into zucchini chips.
Kale, broccoli, carrots, onions, roma and cherry tomatoes, apples, pears, huckleberries, and king boletes (porchini mushrooms) are seasonal items in my dehydrator.  Dehydrated vegetables are easily added to soups, mac and cheese, instant potatoes, instant rice, or pasta during the cooking process.   I dehydrate my own spaghetti sauce (homemade or store bought).  One of my favorite wilderness meals is dehydrated spaghetti squash with spaghetti sauce and a protein (chicken, beef, or fish).
Dehydrated spaghetti sauce.
Dehydrating spaghetti squash.  YUM!
Buying tuna, salmon, or chicken in packets is an easy way to add protein to a meal.  I also use freeze dried chicken or catch fish depending upon where we are camping.  For eggs, we have found Ova Easy Eggs to be the best.
Using a handline to fish for rock cod on the Mendocino Coast.
Spices and seasonings are essential if you are preparing meals from scratch and want them to taste good.  We carry our favorite spices in our camp kitchen kit and small packets of chicken bullion.  Of course, it is important to plan and pack special treats and snacks - maybe some fresh fruit or vegetables but definitely chocolate.  Huppybars are a staple in my snack bag.  Hot chocolate also is a necessity on chilly nights.
Snacks and special treats.
These are but a few of my backcountry food ideas.  If you enjoyed reading about them, I will share more including some of my favorite recipes.  Please share in the comments if you have other good resources or recipes.
Kayak camping on California's Lost Coast.

by Cate Hawthorne ( at August 14, 2017 04:56 pm

Océanos de Libertad

Rock Gardenning in Asturias

Seakayaking allows you access to coves

Salinas Beach
"La Peñona" y el museo de las anclas.

follow the water...
Thre long years without using my old Ysak...It has been resting, waiting for me in Asturias.
The coast of Asturias is awesome, part of the clifts arem made from limestone, so you can guess that Asturias is a fantastic place for Rock gardenning. This mornning I launched in Salinas Beach, a famous surf spot and paddled a small route along his coast. The Cantabrian Sea is a rough one, so you have to be an expert paddler. Sometimes you will find a flatwater sea, but you must be prepare for the worst scene. If you want to adquire the necessary skills, you can call for a course in Base KDM Mar de Aldán and Escola KDM Islas Cies Madridsports

A calm day

...allow you to paddle close...
you have to be prepare...
for surprises!
and barnacles...
Sea cave.
landscape from the sea cave.

an approachless cove 



by Jorge López ( at August 14, 2017 01:17 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Hundra baddagar i rad

De flesta tycker det är gött med ett bad, men väldigt få badar. Konstigt. I år kom vi igång med det dagliga badandet tidigare, i början av maj. Häromdan passerades hundrabaddagarirad! Gött att i alla fall en av skamgränserna klarades av i år!

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by Erik Sjöstedt at August 14, 2017 04:30 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sat 14/08-2017 Day 136

Pos: 48.3398,-124.6689
Loc: Hobuck
Acc: tent
Dist: 27,3 km
Start: 6:50 End: 15:40

The night on this civilization campsite without facilities was acceptable with earplugs. I agreed with Chris to be on the water at 6 am, already kind of calculating he will take longer the first day. No problem. It was drizzling gray raining, but we could still pack out of Chris’ car to keep things halfway dry. Eventually the car was parked, the kayaks packed at thr boat ramp, and we were ready to go!

It was Chris’ first real offshore paddle, but he has done a lot of paddling inside the Strait and the Islands, and some surfing and has a smooth going roll, side scull and high brace. He opted to paddle with a helmet all the time to also keep his head warm, which I didn’t mind at all. Conditions are really calm today! And even the sun came out more or less, and no fog! A prefect paddling day around Cape Flattery!

I kind of expected it to be nice, with many caves and stuff, but didn’t expect it was so OUTSTANDING nice! I rarely have seen so many caves of decent and big and huge size, including multiple exits, arches, rock pillars and the like. A wonderful playground! Chris got really spoiled on his first day offshore, also never has been paddling in caves and arches, and he was doing great! He had no concerns to follow me in and through most of those, and the swell did really allow most of them to be easy accessible.

He was asking if I’d be up to round also Tatoosh Island? Sure! The crossing over is short, it was just slack water, and all looked easy. Again, we found wonderful caves, arches, a long tunnel, a large colony of huge Stellar sea lions, seal colonies and even again sea otters! Not to talk about birds of all kinds. What a nature paradise! We avoided the rough tidal race offshore the island by staying close to the rocks.

Back to the mainland, avoiding again the now slowly developing middle tidal race by crossing over to the mainland where we had left, the caving job went on. I first time since I paddle my “Freya” kayak managed to shave of my rudder fin by backing out of a cave with some speed over a shallow rock. The nylon blade held up so well since 2011! I still could steer pretty well without fin, as the pivoting stern pieces is long enough to be efficient in most conditions. different to my previous kayak brand, where I broke the fin off ever so often and was f….., as it was just very fragile carbon.

In one of the caves, we bumped into ten paddlers, coming from a paddler’s meeting at Hobuck Beach. They kind of expected to find me here according to my facebook, and were so nice to invite me to come along with Chris! I felt happy to be a bit social after the last week without company, and agreed to join a pig roast party.

Hobuck Beach was a wide shallow sandy beach, with a very popular campsite for kayakers, surfers, SUP paddlers and the like. Today’s landing in the low surf was absolutely easy, although I’d rather have not landed in the middle of the open beach. We have to get out here again tomorrow, and the sea is lifting…

As I was landing among a bunch of happy kayakers and surfers, I heard a happy voice, kind of familiar sounding to me: “Freya Hoffmeister, is it really you? What are you doing out here? Welcome!” or such…it was my old paddling friend Rhonda Schwab from “Kayakers go Coastal”! Good to see you again, Rhonda! She helped us to get our kayaks to the campsite and to find a spot, and we were looking forward to have a glass of wine together (or two…), exchanging news and old time stories with a lot of great laughter!

On stripping my dry suit, I broke my neck gasket, the first time since 2006!…I think it is good that both incidents happened here in civilisation, to remind me to carry spares…I had a spare gasket, but no spare fin with me. I have a fin in Seattle, which Sara, Chris’ wife may be happy to bring along from Chris Cunningham’s place, when she is picking up my paddling partner Chris. I can live without fin for a while, but without neck gasket, it might be wet just in case…with Rhnda’s help and tools, I glued on the new gasket pretty quick.

The roasted pig was masterly served by Hawaiian native Thomas. He is also the proud owner of one of my “Freya” kayaks, and I already signed it on my talk in Seattle. Many other more or less familiar faces and old friends were around, including Scott Duncan, who drove my kayaks up from Portland. The additional buffet to the pig roast was very much of a welcome change in the food plan of my trip! The good mood of everybody did not really get disturbed by the rainy evening, we found shelter under tarps and awnings. I made it to my tent not too late, and not too tipsy…thanks for the invitation to join the party! Thanks to Rhonda, her husband Chris, Mike, Thomas, Todd, “Lord” José and the many other names I’m sorry I couldn’t keep them all on my mind to be such great company!

by Freya at August 14, 2017 03:09 am

August 13, 2017

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

Historic Illustration - William Armstrong "Numbering the Indians" 1856

Paddle related artwork by Canadian Artist William Armstrong (1822–1914) has been featured on the blog before (previous posts here). Another public domain image is in the collection of the Toronto Public Library.

Numbering the Indians, Wikwemikong, Manitoulin Island (Ontario)
Armstrong, William, 1822-1914
16 August 1856
Image Source Link: Toronto Public Library
Public Domain

In this particular scene, a few of the subjects are seen holding simple, non decorated slender paddles, most of which feature no discernible grip area...

Image Closeup

by Murat ( at August 13, 2017 09:51 am
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

The Lofoten Islands – a sea kayak guide to the Magical isles

En rejäl guidebok över paddling kring Lofoten. Vintern 2016/2017 kom boken om paddling på Lofoten ut. Den är författad av Jann Engstad som bor och verkar på Lofoten sen många år, medförfattare är Olly Sanders från Wales som hängt på och kring Lofoten ett flertal gånger. Boken är som titeln antyder en guide till paddling...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at August 13, 2017 06:35 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

SMS from

I’m fine! Just had a bit of a party with a pig roast in Makahla Bay at a kayak meeting. Full update tomorrow

by Freya at August 13, 2017 04:33 am

Fri 11/08-2017 Day 135

Pos: 48.3663,-124.6120
Loc: Neah Bay
Acc: tent
Dist: 27,8 km
Start: 6:25 End: 12:45

I peeped out of my tent this morning, saw lights of boats far out, land to the right and left, and was happy: NO FOG ANYMORE! The surf on my small remote beach made me a bit nervous all night, but it sounded worse than it actually was. Just time it right, and you are out…as usual…

Dozens of small fishing boats probably thought the same this morning, and it looked like the whole harbor of Sekiu was emptied out this morning – or was I just simply seeing all those boats today? I still railed the coast, happy to eventually able to enjoy the scenery. Nothing really special, but after five days of mostly blind flight, each forest and cliff looks special to me. I powered through the kelp beds, enjoying the challenge now, instead of hating it when I had to stay so close to the coast in dense fog. Still I had to watch the rocks…in the last wide bay with the distinct Seal and Sail Rocks, I paddled close to shore again to try to get also out of the now strong headwind and counter current.

I paddled along daydreaming, as I almost hit one rock which I hadn’t seen – suddenly it was there, just 1 m in front of my bow. And one half second later, the light gray sparkled rock was spouting! I almost hit a whale! My jar was literally dropping, as a whale in this shallow water could get in trouble very soon – and maybe make me trouble also, when he might flip his fluke on the surface to try to accelerate…? But the 6-7 m long guy (anything else but no humpback…) was calmly swimming along close besides me just under the surface, as there was absolutely no water depth to hide. I could easily keep his pace for a while, following his clearly visible white silhouette. Amazing to see the wide fluke moving up and down! He was occasionally spouting, until we were in deeper water and he dived down. What an amazing encounter!

The next amazing encounter provided the cliffs on the coast just behind the Sail River and before the Third Beach. The soft sand stone boulders looked like someone had poured concrete between them, they were so nicely smoothed out into really interesting formations with holes, caves and pillars. Cliffs, like I have never seen them so far! Like someone had glued a layer of cliff bordures on the forest bottom. One could probably easily walk along them – if I could have landed. Maybe from Sail River, there would be access. Sail and Seal Rock were probably of the same origin.

I was wondering why the beautiful Third and Second Beach before Neah Bay were not busy in this high season with people? Again private land??? I saw a “Beach Front Property for sale” sign above the pretty cliffs…the headwind was pretty strong by now, but as my distance for the day was short again, I rather appreciated the challenge after those easy going blind paddling days.

I had agreed on Chris’ suggestion to meet up at an official campsite just across the boat ramp in the marina…well…I have to get used to camping in a city…the campsite itself was rather a small RV park with the usual full hook-up with water gray water and electricity for the huge vehicles which are most common in the US. For a tent with a kayak was no really friendly space here besides a grassy parking stripe close to the noisy road…and they had no facilities at all! Well, I am used to have none, as I rather prefer my en-suite facilities anyway. But I wouldn’t have minded a proper shower and hair wash. I eventually showered behind my tent, but obviously did not manage to hide properly, as a car was honking when I was squatting naked with my water bag behind my mobile home. Who cares…the next nights, I will be back in the wilderness!

Chris arrived around 6 pm, we sorted his gear, and discussed the trip. He may be the least experienced of all my paddling partners up to date, but feels comfortable enough to be out there with me in decent conditions. I reassured him he will be fine with the conditions we will pick in mutual decisions. But still, he knows he will be fully responsible for himself and his own decisions. I hereby state, he knows I am not an official qualified coach or teacher, but surely do my best to keep us both safe in the conditions which suit us both. We will have a good time! Conditions will be fine for tomorrow, but we already may have to have one or two days off Sunday afternoon on. Then it will look better again! Heading out tomorrow morning early.

by Freya at August 13, 2017 02:56 am

August 12, 2017


Elva danska öar på cykel

Förra sommaren låste vi ytterdörren, satte oss på cyklarna för en veckotur till Skagen. Det blev en attans trevlig tur som verkligen gav mersmak.

Den här sommaren fick det allt bli en vecka på cyklarna igen. Alltså Danmark, men den här gången drog vi söderut med siktet inställt på de allra sydligaste öarna. I tur och ordning cyklade vi på Fyn, Ärö, Tåsinge, Siö, Langeland, Lolland, Fejö, Falster, Bogö, Mön och till slut Själland.

Vi började turen med tåg via Hovedbangården till Nyborg på östligaste Fyn. Alltid ett litet äventyr med fullastade cyklar med det gick väldigt fint.

Utsikt från östra Fyn på väg söderut.

Soluppgång med Stora Bält-bron i horisonten.

Östra Fyn på väg söderut mot Svendborg. Kul möte en vääääldigt regnig förmiddag.

Svendborg inom räckhåll men ett snabbt regnstopp på ett litet café är aldrig fel. Faktisk precis vad som behövs. 🙂

Första ön efter Fyn blev fina Ärö, en liten ö, dock stor nog att stoltsera med en alldeles egen öl.

Ärö har egen flagga. Alldeles rätt – helt identisk med Litauen men äröborna var först. Säger de själva i alla fall…

Marstal på Ärö.

Sjöfartsmuseet på Marstal. Några killar från ett flottbesök grunnar.


Stilig entré på sjöfartsmuséet.

Museet har en fantastisk samling av hundratals flaskskepp.

Till och med en liten pärla från Råå.

Till Zara: På Ärö spar de inte på grädden! Bara så du vet. 😉

I Ärösköbings hamn låg Valkyrian från Höganäs och laddade för en kappsegling

Den gamla delen av Ärösköbing är otroligt pittoresk. Hela stadsdelen är skyddad och man gör försök att få in staden på Unescos världsarvslista.

Lunchen på Valdemar Slot på ön Tåsinge var magisk. Det tog emot att kliva på cyklarna.

En seg rackare till backe… Men häftig utsikt från bron mellan Siö och Langeland.

Fika lite här och lite där när det inte fanns café inom räckhåll.

Go allé på Langeland.

Kragenaes på Lolland: Vi blev lite nervösa när vi väntade på färjan till Fejö. Såg läskigt ut, men vara bara ett par åkrar som man brände av. Fejö verkade spännande med äppelodlingar, calvadostillverkning och egen cider så vi tog en avstickare, men, men…

Campingen som Gud glömde. Dessutom enda campingen på Fejö, så det var bara att gilla läget…. Kort sagt – Fejö blev inte vår favoritö. Så pratar vi inte mer om det.

Pasta Carbonara är grejor.

När vi närmade oss lilla Bandholm på Lolland hörde vi en ångvissla på avstånd – och jodå, visst var det ett ånglok. Bara att lasta in cyklarna i den gamla godsvagnen och vips var vi i Maribo.

”The difference between men and boys is the price of their toys”. Kunde inte vara mer sant!

På väg mot Guldborg fann vi de här gamla skönheterna. Definitivt en Ford Anglia.

Ölprovning på fantastiska Krenkerups Slot på Lolland.

Färjan till den lilla pärlan Bogö.

Till Bogö kommer man med färjan Ida från 50-talet. En av de få träbyggda färjorna som fortfarande är i drift. Gulligt som bara den.

Från Bogö kommer man till Mön på den här spikraka vägen.

Avdelning märkliga fynd på rastplatser. En av de största röksvamparna vi sett. Och det fanns många!

På väg nerför Drottning Alexandrines bro Den kopplar samman Mön med Själland och är absolut inget för den som har anlag för svindel.


Eskimå med bruten paddel.

Nöjd och glad efter en fin cykelvecka. Nu tåget hem från Vordingsborg på södra Själland.


Drottning Alexandrines bro mellan Mön och Själland. That’s all folks! 🙂

Postat i:cykling Tagged: cykling, danmark

by Christian Cronberg at August 12, 2017 08:35 pm

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

Steigen 2017 - 3 - Trolløykalven - Engeløya

Dag 3 i Steigen (Dag 1 HER og dag 2 HER), jeg våkner opp på Trolløykalven vest for Engeløya, helt ut mot Vestfjorden. Vi skimter Lofotveggen på andre siden. (Eneste aberet, Lofotveggen er i veien for horisonten.)

Jeg trivdes godt her ute, og hadde sånn sett ikke noe stress med å komme meg av gårde i dette været. Men nå var jeg ærlig talt begynt å bli litt bekymret for hva jeg kunne tørre å spise av maten jeg hadde med. Grønnsakene jeg hadde skjært opp for å grille i foliepakke luktet rart... Planen nå var maks 1 natt til før hjemreise.

Multene jeg spiste til kvelds ble plukket på Trolløya ved siden av, så jeg hadde en del som sto klare rundt teltet her på Trolløykalven, for å plukkes til frokost.

Det ble selvfølgelig gjort, og frokosten var knallgod. Gratis pålegg, ferskere enn noe av det jeg hadde med selv, man kan vel ikke få det så mye bedre tror jeg. Det så det ut for at de som dro til samme strand som meg dagen før også tenkte (uten at jeg vet om de også hadde multer), for teltet deres sto oppe enda lenger enn mitt.

Jeg visste forresten om ei som var på seilferie i området. Da jeg padlet fra Nordskott var hun nord for meg, og kvelden før var hun i været sør for meg. Men nå hadde det blitt litt vind, så jeg tenkte kanskje de hadde heist seil og satt kursen sørover. Kanskje det var henne jeg så med seil midt utpå Vestfjorden? Sørover skulle i hvert fall jeg også, kanskje til fyret? Jeg tok på meg tørrdrakt og hjelmen for å være forberedt på det meste, det skulle ikke stå på det i hvert fall.

Det ble litt kartkikking, for å finne den kuleste veien. Jeg så for øvrig ikke noe til ørneungen jeg hadde hørt kvelden før, men jeg så et par ørner som satt her og der. Men ellers var det lite fugl i dag også. Jeg skjønner det ikke, er vi i ei særstilling i Vesterålen? Jeg så ikke en eneste sel eller oter på turen heller. For meg virker det litt dødt, akkurat som det gjorde på Helgeland.

Det viste seg å ikke være mer vind enn jeg trodde, egentlig knallforhold. I varmeste laget, egentlig, men vinden kjøler jo litt så det gikk sånn akkurat. Bare å kjøle armene litt ned i havet når det ble for varmt.

Flatøy fyr ser vi her ute. Det var egentlig fint ut her også, det hadde høyst sannsynlig gått greit å padle ut hit og det var nå ikke særlig langt heller. Men jeg droppet det likevel, i tilfelle det skulle bli noe mer vind enn meldt, siden jeg var helt alene. Dessuten synes jeg det er greit å ha noe som lokker ved en senere anledning.

Dette så nesten ut som oljesøl som har stivnet på berget. Men jeg går ut fra at det er en eller annen type stein det svarte også? Tøff kombinasjon av farger var det i hvert fall.

Før jeg kom til ankringsplassen der jeg regnet med at seilbåten hadde ligget om natten så gikk jeg en tur på land. Det var tid for påfyll og sånt. Her var det veldig mye blomster og insekter! Denne lille blå kom jeg ikke på nærmere hold av.

Bitte liten, men ganske kul?

Denne planten tror jeg ikke vi har hjemme?

Jeg hadde ikke bare rett angående hvor seilbåten (m/kompiser) lå, men det viste seg jammen at de lå her ennå. Artig, da fikk jeg hilst på Anne Marie igjen for første gang på en god del år. Jeg husker henne best fra da hun leste høyt på et hageforumtreff en gang.

Etter en kort, men hyggelig prat med henne og hennes trivelige kar, dro seilbåtene videre i retningen jeg hadde kommet fra. Det gjorde for såvidt jeg også, men lenger inn - jeg gadd jo ikke padle samme vei i retur. Litt nytt måtte jeg se underveis.

Seilkolonne, Lofotveggen og Vestfjorden.

Da jeg kjente at nå var det på tide med en tur på land igjen for å spise og gjøre andre ærender, kom jeg tilfeldigvis forbi en fin strand uten kajakker på. Kjekt, her går vi i land.

På andre siden av gresset lå det en strand til.

På gresset imellom strendene var det plassert ut et par benker og noe stæsj som så ut til å tilhøre et turselskap. De brukte det åpenbart ikke akkurat nå, så det gjorde jeg. Flott sted. Et par villsau gjemte seg i noe buskas på haugen ved siden av, så pass godt at jeg ikke fikk noe bra bilde av dem. Men jeg kunne høre de ruslet rundt der.

Også her var det mye blomster og insekter, i et enda mer spennende utvalg enn det forrige stedet. Denne fluen later litt som den er en humle, men den gikk jeg ikke på.

Flott sommerfugl som det var flere av. Men de satt ikke så veldig lenge i ro for fotografering.

Disse her synes jeg er kjempekule, og de var det mange av. Bloddråpesvermer. Her er de til og med flere på samme blomst, og noen gjør visst flere ting samtidig ser det ut for. Denne skal visstnok være giftig, og beskytter seg ved hjelp av skremmende flekker - og blåsyre. Dette er kanskje den seksflekkede, den skal være vanlig på holmer og sånt i disse tider.

Men hva er det jeg skuer her borte på fastlandet? Det har ikke tenke å komme skyer, vel?

Det ble en flott tur i dag også med mange strender, flott vær og det meste man kan ønske seg på tur.

Dette opplevdes som det skumleste på hele turen. Ikke egentlig så skummelt i seg selv, men når man stopper å padle mens man kikker på noe, og så sklir man plutselig rett på en stein med tang - da skvetter man godt. Det var ganske ekkelt et øyeblikk, før jeg skjønte hva som skjedde.

Stranda var like flott som i går - i dag var det i tillegg flere som badet her, og mye liv.

Det ble mer og mer lavvann, og jeg padlet nært land for å se hva som dukket fram.

Blant annet denne her.

Synes fjellet var ganske kult fra denne vinkelen, med den tynne spissen.

Jeg var begynt å se meg etter teltplass. Hadde lyst til å telte på et svaberg, siden jeg nå har omtrent selvstående telt. Men det var ikke bare bare å finne et som passet. Her er jeg kommet til vika med den flotte stranda innerst (til venstre for bildet), fjellet var ganske kult i sol. Her var det skygge sist, bare ei svart flate.

Jeg var i land ett sted og fant en nesten ok plass å telte, men det var håpløst å få opp kajakken. Det ble jo langt, nå som det var så lav vannstand. Laaaangt opp til trygg grunn. Jeg ga det prosjektet litt opp, og padlet vider imellom holmene for å finne et mer egnet sted.

Ett sted jeg var i land og kikket så bra ut, men havnet i skyggen. Men da jeg padlet videre, fant jeg alle disse her på bunnen! Jeg hadde jo mistet den ene jeg fant da jeg padlet andre veien, så dette var stor lykke å finne.

Solen var i ferd med å ta kveld, her er det ikke midnattsol lenger nå. Jeg ville jo gjerne ta bilder, så det begynte å haste med å finne et sted. Jeg trodde jeg hadde en klar plan, men så oppdaget jeg et skilt, på en øy ved siden av denne. Det skiltet kjente jeg tydelig igjen - naturreservat. Sikkert ilandstigningsforbud. Skitt. Men det var ikke noe merket av på GPS-kartet? Merkelig. Sjekket med papirkartet - det hadde jeg faktisk padlet meg helt ut av. Jaja, da følger man forbudet som man tror er her, så jeg padlet innover heller.

Det var en veldig fin kveld, rett og slett. Men nå ble liksom ett eller annet i veien overalt, når jeg ikke kunne padle ut til de ytterste. Æsj.

Jeg satte kursen mot selve Engeløya igjen, for jeg hadde jo padlet forbi noen fine steder der dagen før.

Her var et flott sted! Men sola gikk ned, da kunne det nesten være det samme. Det var jo fint ved bilen også... Der kunne jeg også tømme kajakken helt før jeg bærer den opp... Jo, det blir tilbake til bilen heller. Enklere, og like fint.

På stranda fant jeg en blå brennmanet som nok har sett bedre ut, men jeg synes den var litt fin likevel.

Det var ganske så langt å bære kajakken opp, men når den var tom så gikk det høvelig greit selv om jeg hadde padlet fire mil denne dagen ifølge GPSn. Litt lengre enn jeg hadde planlagt, men jeg var i utmerket form bortsett fra vond i hælene, faktisk.

Jeg slo opp teltet der andre hadde stått da jeg padlet ut, for der var både gresset flatt og det var ferdig rydda for saueskit. Perfekt.

by Miamaria ( at August 12, 2017 03:15 pm

Torsdagspadling Åserøya

Foto: Hege Larssen Husteli
Torsdagspadlingen denne uken ble lagt til Sigerfjorden. Her hadde nemlig Vesterålen Turlag også tur, med samme turleder (meg). Så det var praktisk at klubben heiv seg med der. Noen av våre medlemmer ble med, i tillegg til noen fra turlaget, og noen som ikke er medlem verken her eller der. Alle er selvfølgelig like velkomne. Vi ble ti stykker totalt, som gjorde oss klare fra Dalsanden.

Planen var i utgangspunktet å padle rundt Kjerringnesøya, og så til Åserøya. Men idet vi satte ut så kom det en eling, og i front av dem kommer det ofte sterkere vind. Det gjorde det også nå, så vi tok ei samling i tangen da vi kom ut til øya. Det ble nedstemt å padle rundt, og det var antagelig lurt. Det gikk godt hvitt utpå Sortlandsundet.

God stemning, tross gråvær!

Vi sneik oss heller bortetter land på innsiden. Noen var i land for å kle på seg mer, for det ble også litt kjøligere med vinden. Men ikke bølger, de skjermet jo øya for foreløpig.

Så kom regnet – plaskregn. Skikkelig plaskregn! (Hørt på turen: «Hagla det»? Nei, men det regnet såpass at man kunne tro det.) De som hadde sydvest var nok best kledd for dette været – som for øvrig egentlig var etter meldinga.

Ny samling i tangen på enden av øya, mens vi vurderte forholdene videre. Det var litt ulik erfaring i gruppa fra tidligere, noen hadde også ny kajakk som skulle «innpadles».

Da regnet kom løyet det også med vinden igjen. Perfekte forhold for å øve og leke seg litt i småbølgene.

Vi benyttet anledningen, mens elingene fortsatte å gå rundt oss, som vi ser.

Padle utover, snu, surfe innover.

Hilde trivdes bare godt i sin nye Necky.

Folk ble stadig mindre stive i maska, og smilene ble bredere. Etter hvert løyet naturlig nok bølgene også litt. Det var rett og slett på tide å ta turen videre bort til Åserøya. Ikke fordi det var en post der som vi på død og liv måtte samle, men fordi det passet utmerket.

Nå var folk blitt litt varme i trøya, og kunne få padle litt med bølgene fra siden og aktenfor tvers. Med noen skjær som ga litt le for "innerleia", så ble det to nivå å velge mellom av bølger, også. Ypperlig. Vi kom oss fint bort til posten, men hvordan var det her å gå i land, når bølgene sto inn?

Ikke verre enn at vi gikk i land. Det var nok ikke helt som alle var vant med, men det er fin øving. Det var ikke verre enn man bør være forberedt på å måtte handtere på en tur hvis det blåser opp litt og det ikke er strand i nærheten. Man hjelper jo også hverandre selvfølgelig.

10 på skjæret – presis! Her har vi Hilde og Per, Jan Viggo, Stig, Hege, Wenche, Fred, Mona, Sanna og meg, i tilfeldig rekkefølge.

Etter å ha hjulpet hverandre med å sette ut igjen, tok vi turen videre rundt Åserøya. Det ble litt bølger her også, det første stykket.

Jan Viggo kom helt fra Narvik, riktignok ikke ens ærend, men likevel veldig artig at han også ble med. Besøk langveis fra er jo alltid stas.

Turen avsluttet med rene idyllen innover.

Fjelltoppene var borte i skydotter, men det ser jo ganske tøft ut.

Ikke helt sikker på hva noen har stående i havet her, men ett eller annet var markert.

Det siste stykket øvet vi som lå bakerst litt på framdriftsteknikk. Hovedregel – rotasjon. Bruk hele kroppen, bedre at alle musklene spleiser, enn at de stakkars armene skal drive fram det hele.

Hege har også nokså nylig kjøpt seg kajakk, og hun trives godt i sin Baffin.

Foto: Hege Larssen Husteli
Tilbake på stranda tok vi en liten oppsummering, og det virket som folk hadde hatt en fin tur selv om det ikke ble flatt hav og blå himmel sånn som på reklamebildet vi hadde lagt ut. Jan Viggo hadde ellers laget en morsom presang til meg som jeg fikk etter turen, så nå har jeg rød tråd og huskelapper (laminerte!) så det holder en stund.

Egentlig ble det aller finest når vi var kommet i land. Lyset og fargene ble utrolig flott. Men vi rakk heldigvis å se det før vi kjørte hjem, i hvert fall. Martin og Aud hadde vært på rullekurs her med Steffan (takk for lånet av vest til den som hadde glemt). Tok en tur med de førstnevnte på spisesjappa i Sigerfjordkrysset, før Martin kjørte hjem og Aud ble med til meg. Veldig trivelig, fikk også gode reparasjonstips for neoprentrekket mitt. Må bare bestille sånt stæsj. :)

Flott tur håper noen av de som var med blir med på flere turer.

by Miamaria Padlemia ( at August 12, 2017 02:13 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean


“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”

Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

Yep. That about covers it.

The fires in Canada have made our sunsets look like Martian postcards and the thermometers have been working overtime lately. These are the dog days, and although we may not think about it too much at the moment, we will miss them when they are gone. The cold winds will blow (they always do), and the wood stove will glow again while the snows of winter fall, and we will think back on these days and wonder if they really ever happened at all, or if we just imagined them.


by Ken Campbell at August 12, 2017 01:24 am

Blog collectif

Brittany kayak festival 2017

Du 29 juillet au 6 août s'est déroulé le brittany kayak festival. Regroupant 120 pagayeurs de tous horizons (français, italiens, espagnols, anglais, irlandais, et même un grec !) ce festival a été l'occasion de belles rencontres et de navigations magnifiques sur les côtes la mer d'Iroise. Un grand merci aux organisateurs pour l'ambiance particulièrement conviviale de ce festival (sans aucun but commercial). La prochaine édition est prévue pour 2019, rendez vous est pris !

                        une première après-midi consacrée à des exercices de sécurité

                                rando au phare de l'île vierge (le plus haut d'europe) et concours photo ( mettre                                                les kayaks en position du logo du festival !)

             halte pique-nique au soleil !

             navigation vers le Conquet et rencontres avec des grands dauphins et des phoques

                                 cochons grillés sur la plage pour la dernière soirée

( participants : Micheline et Jean-Jacques , Nadine et Jean-luc, Jacques, Jean-Pierre, Gilbert)

by nadluq ( at August 12, 2017 02:22 am

August 11, 2017

Sarah's Soggy Scenarios
A light hearted insight into my paddling trips in and around Scotland - and beyond!

Girls just want to have fun!

In August I was honoured to be asked to coach at the WSKF on Bute.
Busy Bute

Getting to grips with balance

Round the Burnt Islands
 I had 4 lovely ladies needing an introduction to seakayaking. What a thoroughly enjoyable weekend I had, all the more so as one of the ladies was battling cancer at the time and her determination was awe inspiring. I must have done OK as I have been asked to the Devon one this year.

Back home, we now have no shower and very little kitchen. The garage still doesn't want to come down. Time to head off again!

This time 5 of us, Andy, Ansgar, Alice, Ken and myself,  headed off to Lewis and Harris.

Shiants sunset
 Our first night was a flat calm trip out to the Shiants, that saw Andy sleeping fully clothed with one eye open most of the night due to the fact there wasn't much beach and the tide was fairly high! With a bit of a strong breeze forecast, we didn't want to hang around too long so after playing in and out the rocks at Galtachan, we cut straight back to the lighthouse at Rubha Uisinis  and up to Leumrabhagh.

 We then decided to camp outside the hostel at Reinigeadal as the weather was forecast to get really breezy. We managed a lovely trip out round Scalpay, a very fast, one way trip/surf the full length of Loch Seaforth and a walk over the hills to Tarbert for a swim, just to find the pool was closed due to lifeguard shortage!
Garenin Blach House
 We spent the next few days over at Garenin where we stayed in a Black House hostel, I would highly recommend it if you are in the area. From there we had trips out from Miaghaig, passing the "Cuma", no-one was home. and round the inside of  Great Bernera, another trip out from Carlabhagh round by a  stormy Craigearn and back in through a massive jacuzzi.
Sheltering from the "breeze"
 Unfortunately due to the drafty conditions, we were kept well away from all the outer beaches. The last of our time up in the Hebrides was spent storm watching!

Still a wee gap on the floor for our kit!

Even less kitchen now, but beginning to get new windows. Garage is eventually down to the foundations!

Warmer waters

Colourful waters!

Time for some warm water! A wee trip to Gran Canaria was in order.
Kitchen units are now in, still no shower. Garage is beginning to be rebuilt!
Spot the paddling kit on the line!

Time to get away again! 

Ice cream stop
Off to Torridon for a weekend with LSKC this time. We had great trips out on Loch Sheildaig, managing an icecream at the hotel there. Next day, we had a mass paddle out from Arddaroch, passing Kishorn island, round to the coral beach then in to Plockton for icecream. As good a weekend for socialising as it is for paddling!
More paddling kit drying!

As for the house, garage is getting there, heating is in and the decorating is just beginning (my job!) Guess I'll need to stay at home a bit now!

by Sarah's Soggy Scenarios ( at August 11, 2017 11:43 pm

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

Gavnø rundt i godt selskab

En gammel bekendt af familien - Susanne - havde lidt arbejde i Næstved, og hun foreslog at vi roede os en tur når hun havde fri. Det var jo en god ide, så vi mødtes i NKC da hun havde passet sit arbejde. Inden vi kunne tage af sted skulle vi lige finde en passende kajak til hende. Det blev den i klubben meget populære Greenlander, så sammen med undertegnede i min Greenlander GT klon med navnet Smaug var vi det tætteste på et par grønlændere vi nogensinde bliver.
Vi havde modvind det meste af vejen ud. Hårdest var den fra Karlsgab mod Enø, men så fik Susanne lejlighed til at prøve at ro i en kajak med knækspant. Som jeg også har oplevet er det en noget anden oplevelse end at ro i en mere rundbundet kajak.

Madpakken - en lækker købesandwich - blev nydt sammen med kaffen på Enø inden turen gik rundt om Lindholm og hele vejen tilbage langs sejlrenden i den herligste medvind. Det blev også til lidt surf trods ikke ret store bølger.

17 km

by Pouls kajakblog ( at August 11, 2017 01:42 pm

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

A Plethora of Baby Boomers Partial and Piecemeal Pedal of the Great Allegheny Passage Trail


Camp John 2017 was much fun. I used the Crazy Old Guy on a Bike website to chronicle our adventures. 

You can read the journal here.

by John P. at August 11, 2017 11:22 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Thu 10/08-2017 Day 134

delay: 1d
Pos: 48.2707,-124.3107
Loc: behind Sekiu Point
Acc: tent
Dist: 28,0 km
Start: 6:10 End: 13:00

Despite I really had enough sleep and rest last night, I planned to not get up in darkness and not to launch on first light, hoping for already a bit of less fog. But out came only 1/2 hr delay, and a launch into thick fog as all the last days. It makes you kind of depressive to not see anything of the landscape, thinking I am paddling only at night or in the endless arctic winter. It is just fog, but I never had so much of it. It feels a bit like wasted energy, covering only distance without being able to enjoy much of the scenery. Just guessing what may be there on the shore, railing along the beach edge, not even seeing the tp of the shore trees.

Today, I only had a sunny hole in the sky when I dumped my trash bag and refilled water at a smelly fish cleaning table in the marina of Sekiu, Clallam Bay. It really seems to me that over small settlements like here with hundreds of big motor homes, cabins and small boats, the fog is melted away by the hot odor of the people and vehicles. It has been the same over Port Angeles, thank goodness.

Behind Sekiu, I decided to hit the first suitable small people-inaccessible beach within the next 4 km of coastline. Thereafter, the highway would be closely following the coast, and I would be dreading the air breakes of the noisy rattling log trucks. I also needed to just cut the rest of the distance to Neah Bay in half, to meet up with Chris Friday evening. So I paddled only another 28 km today, and maybe even less tomorrow.

But I’m actually looking very much forward to have some company again, as especially in these easy and foggy conditions, a bit of chatting with a paddling partner while covering distance would be nice! But I’m hoping, once hitting Cape Flattery, the coast will be a bit more changing and challenging – and maybe a bit less foggy…I should have started both half loops right there!

by Freya at August 11, 2017 01:25 am

August 10, 2017

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

A ride down the tide on the Sound of Jura

As we moved out from the Gulf of Corryvreckan into the Sound of Jura the tidal stream was increasing and our GPS confirmed that feeling.  Pretty soon we were travelling south at 10 Kph with very little paddling effort.

At the very end of the trip and the end of a lengthy day of paddling, this was a pleasant way to travel!  We headed across towards the mainland side of the Sound, taking transits as we went to make sure we passed to the east of Ruadh Sgeir (Red Skerry), a small island in mid channel which splits the tidal stream.

As we approached, the true speed of the flow became apparent and we were slung around the north of the island at a terrific rate........

....into flat calm water - but even here we were getting a great ride down the tide.  The view down the Sound to the distant Paps of Jura under a huge cloudscape was very fine.

We passed inside Carsaig Island into a lagoon reflecting the blue of the sky and the vivid green of early summer vegetation.

 A familiar yacht was anchored in Carsaig Bay - we'd last met with "Wild Rose" on the west coast of Iona - and she looked just as good in her home bay!

The last few hundred metres into Carsaig seemed to pass quite slowly, we were out of the tidal assistance and we were all tired at the end of a long day. 

David and Maurice were heading home the same due to work commitments while Douglas, Sam and I had intended to stay on the water and paddle a little way south to find a wild camp for the night.  In the event, we elected to join David and Maurice for dinner at the Tayvallich Inn - which we can heartily recommend - we ordered identical meals - fish and chips all round!  From the Inn it was just a few metres to the Tayvallich camp site which we three stayed on for the night.

What a trip it had been!  We paddled 135 Km over four days and camped for three nights on some of the wildest and most remote beaches on Scotland's west coast.

A second trip to Jura in two years just reinforced my view that it's amongst the very best of sea kayaking destinations  - wild scenery, wildlife, remoteness, grandeur and fast tidal streams make for a potent mix.  Colonsay and Oronsay exceeded the very high hopes I had - this was my first visit to both those islands and it most certainly won't be the last.

As ever though, it's the people who really make trips special. To David, Maurice, Sam and Douglas - thank you so much - and Slainte!

Day 1 - Carsaig to Jura, the Jura Portage and West Loch Tarbert

A change of plan sets the wheels in motion across Jura

A Jura salute for a Jura sunset

Day 2 - West Loch Tarbert to Oronsay and the west coast of Colonsay

Snakes alive

Oronsay Priory - a place of peace

Out on the edge - Colonsay's wild west coast

Day 3 - North and east coast of Colonsay and crossing back to Jura

Under a perpetual summer sun

Stocking up at Scalasig

Boules - Hebridean style

The shining sands of Shian

Day 4 - West coast of Jura, Gulf of Corryvreckan and Sound of Jura to Carsaig

The bones of the place

All in the timing at the Gulf of Corryvreckan

A ride down the tide on the Sound of Jura

by Ian Johnston ( at August 10, 2017 09:53 pm

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!)

Georgetown Loop Railroad, Colorado, May 26

Oh, I have not been having the summer I'd hoped to. This was supposed to be the summer where I got out on the water lots and lots - just hasn't worked out that way. There have been some good weekends but stuff just keeps going on at work and then I got a cold that lasted a full week and a half, bleah...well, all work and no play makes Bonnie a boring blogger. How about some pretty pictures from a lovely choo choo train ride  in Colorado back in May?

TQ and I said goodbye to my aunt and my cousins on the Friday before Memorial Day weekend and headed southwest, heading for the town of Buena Vista. We'd decided to make a two-day drive of it, allowing time for some sightseeing en route. Now, earlier in the week, looking for something to do on Thursday, I'd been looking in some magazines with things to do in the vicinity of Denver with the idea of taking Aunt Pat out to do something fun; my eye had been caught by the Georgetown Loop Railroad, a tourist attraction offering rides that lasted a couple of hours, traveling through gorgeous scenery, on antique narrow-gauge trains pulled by antique steam locomotives. I'd written that off after seeing that it was a pretty good drive from where my cousin and his wife live, and we ended up just going for a walk along Boulder Creek, which was lovely.

However, on Friday, as we were driving towards Buena Vista, I saw a billboard for that selfsame railroad, and it turned out that our route was taking right past Georgetown! TQ was not terribly enthusiastic when I suggested a train ride, he's got less tolerance for flat-out goofy tourist stuff than I do, but I really wanted to and I happened to be the one driving at the time (ha ha!) so we ended up going. We got there just in time for the 1:00 departure, and it was great! Here are some pix - if you ever find yourself in the Georgetown, Colorado area, I would definitely recommend this. Click on any photo for a slideshow view, as usual. 

by (bonnie) at August 10, 2017 03:00 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Neah Bay host wanted!

If there is anyone happy to host me and my new paddling partner Chris May in Neah Bay for Friday evening only, to be able to conveniently sort out gear and to make plans together, please send me a note! Very much appreciated.

Or does anyone know of a good (and ranger and guard free…) car accessible campsite around Neah Bay?

by Freya at August 10, 2017 01:35 am

Wed 09/08-2017 Day 133

Pos: 48.1747,-124.0346
Loc: behind Deep River
Acc: tent
Dist: 27,8 km
Start: 5:40 End: 12:30

What I should have expected on this seclude beach spot happened – at 10 pm, in darkness, a park ranger came along to check the beach and woke me out of my deepest urgent rest dreams. But different to those people from the tree farm on the other side of the bay, he was very friendly, explained that I should have come up to the State Forest campsite (how could I do this by myself?), but that he could take there only a certain amount of people (which I assumed was full in this high season times), and that he would not have seen me if I’d not talk to anyone about me having camped there. Thanks! Where else should I have gone that night…but please – other kayakers – do not also camp there!

As I already had written my update a couple of hours ago, my promise is not fully working, but to prevent more cases like this and on that other island, I will from now on send out my updates with one day of delay. In this way, I can correct any unexpected “stealth camping to be” place. Also, I did this delay the other trips in places where people may be able to look me up – in friendly or not so friendly manner. I simply don’t like to be a geocache…and I appreciate any ranger or guard who let me camp in places which are “unofficial” or private, but understandable do not want to have follow-up kayakers also use these places.

I promised the ranger to be gone at 5.30 am, and he’d check at 7 am if that was true. If he did, I don’t know, but I launched once more into thickest fog. But today, the fog did not lift all morning, besides 15 min between 10.30 and 10.45 am. Then it was all gray soup again. I am really kind of sick of this fog, but more or less knew it is happening in August here is this area. I paddled first along probably stunning cliffs (nothing to see…), and then through endless dead calm waters with more or less thick kelp and many rocks in more or less shallow water around lowest tide of the months. I could barely see the coast, rather not, as I had to paddle quite offshore in the dead calm waters, not to be stuck on kelp, ran aground or to hit a rock. These were really dangerous conditions…

I kept myself busy to spot any unusual wild or marine life, and saw at least an unusual deer, which back half was bright white like an albino, and the front half was regular brown. An amazing color combination! Uncountable seals were occupying the half covered rocks, and I could paddle wherever I wanted, at some point they rushed into the water. Sorry to wake you, guys! A fat crab was clinging to a stem of thick kelp, but when I was turning around to take a picture, he was gone. Eventually, I fell asleep in these conditions, also lacking sleep from last night, when I could not go back to my dreams instantly after that ranger came along. The fog did not lift at all, the noise of the nearby road with horrible logging trucks pressing their air pressure breaks and honking along, plus some construction work noise with caterpillars beeping all the time and the fog horns of many big ships out there made me once more wishing I’d be back in Alaska.

I decided to call it a day soon, as I only want to be in Neah Bay by Friday to meet up with Chris May, my new paddling partner for the following week. So I have all time in the world to recover in a place WITHOUT people telling me I am not wanted at their beaches. I picked not an inviting small headland to camp on, as I feared this one belonged again to some park or such, but rather picked a spot along a longer forest site, where the road obviously was a bit further in, and no houses or camping areas were in sight. But who knows in the thick fog…Landing was easy, but once more, the water was not free of “natural trash” to be inviting to have a dip. So the freshwater bag must do again for a shower. Nothing about “Washington Beach Life” yet…

I took the time to clean my stuck with sand rudder, and to change some clips on my back rest, before I went for my well deserved afternoon nap. And yes, the fog eventually lifted (mostly) at 1.30 pm! Maybe I should paddle only in the late afternoon…The tide in the Strait is strange anyway, as I am rather chasing it down backwards by paddling out of the Strait about 40 km per day, than it changes every day by being an hour later as usual. So the good running out tide was rather all the days finished around 9.30 am, and I tried to paddle for about three hours against the tide before running out of energy and patience. No way I’d wait for six hours before I could conveniently paddle again…btw., the fog is down again at 6.30 pm now. Same procedure tomorrow…?

by Freya at August 10, 2017 01:31 am

August 09, 2017

vincent kayak

south coast outtakes 3

i love living and kayaking on the south coast of NSW
there's lots of natural environments and few people

even though catching waves solo, rings my bells,
it's really nice to mix it up....
with places, friends and rocks..... 
almost anytime kayaking is a fun time

by vincent ( at August 09, 2017 02:11 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Tue 08/08-2017 Day 132

Pos: 48.1648,-123.7049
Loc: Crescent Bay
Acc: tent
Dist: 43,8 km
Start: 5:35 End: 16:15

This was kind of a foggy/ sunny day which was ok! It started foggy, I railed the cliffy coastline and found a huge cave in the cliffs, which ended in a vertical tunnel. It was on land in the sandy cliffs, and many signs showed warnings and “private”…and actually though I am bold and naughty, this one looked so unstable and scary I didn’t like to go in there. The vertical tunnel must end somewhere just in the middle of the land. I wonder how this hole looks from above…

Four deers picked in the weeds in the early foggy morning, later I saw another three climbing the low end of the cliffs, another two and a solo one. All enjoying their freedom! No bears though…I am so much used so look for them, it feels strange to feel (quite) safe again! There should be still some black ones in the mountains around here and especially later.

I had my concerns to cross Port Angeles in dense fog, and heard the foghorn of the approaching ferry multiple times. Just when I arrived at the narrow point, the fog lifted, the ferry had stopped in the harbor just ten minutes ago, and I took my chance and rushed across with good ebb current and about 8 km/h. Just three smaller motorboats were to watch for. Outside the hook, many small fishing boats tried their luck in the strong current – and I was back in dense fog. I paddled along the ugly outer hook with good speed, until the tide turned and I railed impressive sandy cliffs again, with fog on and off.

The Lower Elwha River after Point Angeles made me paddling a wide berth in fog, but the waves did stop at some point, and it was not too bad going around. I had worse river mouths to cross…I paddled inside the bay inside kelp in calm waters, and the fog lifted again. At the end of Freshwater Bay was a boat launching ramp, this would have been a nice small beach to stay. But I liked to keep on paddling to Crescent Bay. Many small fishing boats hung out between here and Tongue Point.

The cliffs between Freshwater and Crescent Bay were different to the last sections, these ones are rugged and beautiful, with many small coves and tiny beaches to land on. A some sections, the flooding tide and 10-15 kn headwind made me working hard, despite I found eddies inside the kelp. I spotted Tongue Point already from the distance, and had already earlier on my concerns about the shape, and then, when I saw the wave action, and knew it was still one hour to high tide…

I donned my PFD, and gave it a try…Surely I liked to avoid all breaking stuff around the point, as I also spotted surfers. No place for me to be! I gave it a wide berth, and had to work hard to gain distance. I worked even harder once I guessed I might be pressed into the point break…and paddled my ass off to escape the last nasty tide race and quite rough and big water out there! But I could have turned around at any time, and to wait an hour in some safe cove…but my way point on the sheltered side of Crescent Bay came closer. The long wide beach was off limits for me, I spotted even more surfers and could imagine how the big swell on this beach would create a wonderful surf break – not for me.

When I approached the sheltered beach, a sailboat was kind of washed ashore, and obviously had trouble to get off again. Two ladies were waving at me not to land here, as this was private property…ok, but I’m worn out for now, I NEED to land! And I did. One lady, obviously a guard of the property with an important yellow warning west on watched the sailboat which was obviously in trouble, the other greeted me with being as unfriendly as a person ever could be to an exhausted kayaker. I tried to explain my situation, showed my card and was very friendly, but she only called another guard on her radio for help, and even asked me to stay inside my kayak! (Which i did not). The man arriving after a few minutes was not much more friendlier, but explained at least to me that on the other side of the bay, behind a small island, the surf would be low to nothing and I could land and camp there on state park ground.

That was just what I needed now after escaping the nasty tidal race point, to paddle another 1,7 km *backwards* to escape those unfriendly people on some private tree farm property. The lady even suspected the sailboat too close to shore was a drug runner, and it was a strange coincident I was just landing together with them…yeah! I’m a drug runner helper! That ugly guard lady was really sucking…I couldn’t help to tell her on launching that a bit of smiling makes her much more nice looking…!

The place the man told me to go was landable in low surf, and I put up my tent in the last corner of the beach, hoping no one would bother me here. I think I need to get used to US coast habits- so many private land, including beaches…is that really true? In South America, all beaches up to the high tide mark were public, private land could only start behind. Is that really different in the US, that people can own beaches? Sure I’d not land on some houses door step, but that place was a parking lot with a motorhome – the guard’s motorhome, as I learned…I WANT TO BE BACK IN ALASKA!!!

I’ll meet up with my new paddling partner Chris May in Neah Bay on Friday evening – any advise for a car accessible allowed campsite there?

by Freya at August 09, 2017 01:27 am

August 08, 2017

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

Quick 3 day trip

Had another short trip with my older boy back to Gun Lake in the Frost Centre. Realized after the fact that I had forgotten my camera's memory card in the computer at home so my old camera could only hold about a half dozen shots in its internal memory. So not too many photos to share.

The weather was pretty decent the first two days (got sunburned!) but then it started to turn for the worse. Our extremely wet and cool summer meant no fire ban this season and water levels were about 10" or so above last year. Unfortunately that meant more bugs (many people have said this is the worst bug season in years) but our elevated campsite had a steady breeze off the lake which kept the bloodsuckers at bay. Perhaps the fear of bugs also kept other paddlers away because we had the whole lake (with 7 or so campsites) all to ourselves for the first 2 days.

The day we arrived, a crew from the Haliburton Highlands Water Trails came to the site to dig a new hole and install a brand new cedar thunderbox. It smelled awesome which is pretty weird when describing a toilet. They also removed all the garbage and food that previous campers dumped into the privy despite warnings written all over NOT to do this disgusting and dangerous habit. Glad that this potential bear attractant was removed from our site withing an hour of us arriving.

A short paddle from the site  was a marshy stream and a waterfall. There were signs of fresh beaver activity too including what looked like a bank beaver hole dug into the muddy shoreline.

Later on that evening a beaver swam right off our site while we were sitting on rocks. We were basically about 15 feet away and stayed perfectly still while it calmly swam right by us. My boy has never seen a beaver in the wild and thought it was the highlight of the trip! Next goal is to see a moose but we will have to go deeper into the bush for that.

Further down the lake were amazing stone cliffs with trees growing out of seeming impossible places. The echo along these walls was neat and probably helped to amplify the look calls at night.

Fishing was awesome too. There was a large shallow rock shelf right off the site that dropped at least 8 ft down.  Within minutes of casting he started getting hits including a huge bass that jumped right out of the water and got free of the line.  He was disappointed that he couldn't reel it in but for the rest of the trip we kept talking about the "big one that got away".

Much of the rest of the trip was spent just lazily paddling around and practicing some paddling strokes. The little guy is learning pretty well and makes for a great bow paddler. He's really good at drawing left and right when given the command and we practiced some sculling draws to help pull the canoe sideways to the rocky shoreline dock.

All in all a decent trip!

by Murat ( at August 08, 2017 10:21 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Mon 07/08-2017 Day 131

Pos: 48.1208,-123.2871
Loc: Green Point
Acc: tent
Dist: 34,7 km
Start: 5:25 End: 14:25

I started off in FOG again…how exciting. Thank goodness for the GPS, I wouldn’t want to go without! At least the tide was with me until I reached Dungeness Spit, with a 12 knots headwind it created steep choppy waves, but at least some progress around 5 km/h. I landed at the spit for a pee, I could see the land only 300 m before. No boat traffic this morning. But soon, still in fog, a bunch of beach walkers came along. The fog finally lifed already at 10.30 am, with the headwind increasing to solid 15+ knots. I tried to find the non-existing eddy at the tidal turn at 10 am, but could only crawl along with 4 km/h. I had more pleasant days than this one!

I landed a couple of times to relax, the long sandy spit and then a long line of sandy cliffs were really moderately exciting…I decided to call it a day at Green Point, where the beach was free of people walking along, and no houses in sight. The low surf waves created a noisy rumble on the large cobbles, especially around high tide at 4.45 pm it was crashing quite all right on my beach. But I was camping safely, and continued on my sewing and rigging chores. Quite all done now. This wonderful north westerly wind is what I need later when I turned around Cape Flattery. I really should have started from there, both times…but then I couldn’t have named it “A Paddle from Seattle…” 🙂

by Freya at August 08, 2017 01:33 am

August 07, 2017

Manolo Pastoriza

Último curso intensivo de agosto

Para los que habéis quedado fuera de los cursos intensivos y para los que queréis repetir, continuamos con el programa de formación de 3 días que se celebrará los días 25 - 26 y 27 de agosto.

Muchas gracias a todos los que habéis participado!!!

Estos cursos están orientados a aprender las técnicas de kayak de mar y está  pensado para kayakistas que ya han tenido algún contacto con el kayak de mar, es decir, que sepan mantener el equilibrio sin volcar, llevándolo derecho.

1º día: Técnica de palada

Una buena técnica de palada, hará que puedas hacer travesías más largas con menor esfuerzo, mayor rendimiento y SEGURIDAD, utilizando unas técnicas u otras a nuestra conveniencia. Fotos 

2º día: Técnica de roll (esquimotaje)

Aprenderemos la realización de esta técnica si es tu primera vez y para los que ya sepan hacerla podrán perfeccionar o aprender otros tipos de roll.  Vídeo

3º día: Clinic

Consistirá en realizar y aprender las técnicas de SEGURIDAD (rescates y autorrescates) para luego realizar una pequeña travesía por la Ría de Vigo, Costa da Vela y/o la Ría de Aldán donde practicaremos lo aprendido.  Esta ruta estará adaptada al nivel de los participantes y la climatología. 

Plazas limitadas: 6 participantes.

by Manolo Pastoriza ( at August 07, 2017 09:00 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Måndagskväll i solnedgången

Finfint kvällsljus idag med. Jag tog en runda på Skälderviken i solnedgångsljuset. Riktigt skönt. Kändes som mindre folk i hamnen, på pirar osv. Kanske för att det blåst en del tidigare under dagen eller så är det de där semestrarna som börjar sina 🙂

Inlägget Måndagskväll i solnedgången dök först upp på

by Erik Sjöstedt at August 07, 2017 08:06 pm

Le Kayak de Mer dans le Nouveau Monde: Nouvelles
Cette section du site Le Kayak de Mer dans le Nouveau Monde présente les nouvelles et actualités qui touchent de près ou d'un peu plus loin, le kayak de mer, le milieu marin, la faune et la flore, l'environnement, des trouvailles et nouveautés d'équipement de kayak et plus.

Elle cherche la cause de l’hécatombe des baleines noires

by Anne Caroline Desplanques at August 07, 2017 04:01 pm

Extreme Sea Kayaking Adventures
Exploring the Pacific Ocean Coast of California and Oregon

Balance, Momentum, and Leverage: How to Get a 25’ Kayak Off A Truck By Yourself

Naturally I was devastated when my late husband died, but one of the things that really had me exercised was how the heck I was going to get kayaks on and off the truck by myself. It might sound silly to some, but I’m short, the rack is high, and the Kevlar boats are long […]

by Nancy Soares at August 07, 2017 07:45 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sun 06/08-2017 Day 130

Acc: tent
Dist: 46,4 km
Start: 6:00 End: 15:45

I found a letter from some nice folks on my kayak who came past my tent and boat, looked up my website and invited me for breakfast this morning. Very nice, thanks! But the late time they announced was unfortunately not matching my starting time and the tide time, very sorry…

There is only one word for the whole day, it starts with F…, no, not with 4 letters, but with three: FOG! FOG! FOG! High tide was around 4 am, but I didn’t feel like getting up in darkness and maybe launch in darkness to make the most out of the outgoing tide. Light is around 5.30 am, I will be on the water that time the next days.

As soon as it was light, FOG was sinking down on the water and covered everything. Foulweather Bluff was aptly named! I staggered for about 10 km offshore on a straight line to the Pot Townsend Canal entrance, before I opted to rather hug the shore. One motorboat appearing almost silent out of nothing not too far away from me was enough!

I literally hand railed the shore, staying in the shallows to be safe of boats. No jet boats like in Cordove here which prefer driving in the shallows… When I rounded the breakwater entrance into the canal, I couldn’t see the other side, and barely the fishermen on the other end of the fishing lines hanging into the water 🙂 I was just in time briefly before slack low tide, and the current carried me nicely through. I didn’t feel much of a helping current before the canal entrance, first in the confused water off Foulweather Bluff, and then when I had to stay so close to shore and was probably in the eddie. And after the canal, the tide turned against me very soon anyway, with NO eddie.

Across Port Townsend, the fog lifted at least so much I could also see the ferry just turning in, as I heard it honking the fog horn already long earlier. The fat bastard of a boat decided to take off when I had just fully passed, and honked once more, right into my ear…and once more! And I guessed I was still safe as the line of cars was still long and they were still loading…but those ones had probably to wait simply for the next ferry.

Point Wilson was quite calm today, the current close to shore not strong against the tide. A friendly fellow was taking endless pictures of me paddling past, and I decided to wait before a smaller point closer to the beach if he wanted to talk to me. A short conversation, where he admitted he had missed me here last time in March, and that there were a bunch of more of them…but that was it. I thought they were all waiting behind the main spit like last time when I got caught by some other paddlers? Maybe they got lost in the falling down thick fog again 🙂

I hand railed again the coast between kelp and rocks, not able to see the top end of the cliffs. No inviting landing behind the point though, and I decided to paddle on in thickest fog, and once more against the current which was quite strong around McCurdy Point. No landing and camp spot here either. The fog finally lifted at 14.45 h, and here comes also stronger headwind…I was eventually able to camp in some friendly woman’s front yard, after asking nicely for permit, as I needed asylum and felt unable to carry on much further. Thanks!

by Freya at August 07, 2017 12:34 am

August 06, 2017

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

That Whole Plastic Thing, Kuiu Edition

There will be more to write about Cape Decision and South Kuiu Island. I wasn’t kidding in that last post about how I can see that area being a real focus of mine for the next few years. The wild beauty, intricate coastline and the sense of timelessness that the place stirs up in the soul is as addictive as oxygen.

I would be remiss, however, if I glossed over the fact that the beaches in SE Alaska are as littered with marine debris as anywhere else, even more so in some places. Fishing gear, a lot of it, but plenty of plastic bottles and bags as well. It hits hard in a place like this, the idea that we can’t take care of our own mess, that we choose to foul our planet as a matter of course, and that there is literally no place left on Earth where the problem of marine plastics isn’t present.

In terms of tsunami debris, while it’s always difficult to classify any particular thing as being a 100%, no question piece of the Japanese tragedy, we did come across several red kerosene containers on various beaches. (I’ve talked about these before, and how and why they began turning up on the west coast, beginning in late 2011.) It’s actually fairly interesting to see how far into the Inside Passage and away from the open coast some of these traveled. The one below was resting above the high tide line at the first camp site we used, just a dozen miles west of Wrangell.

It’s my hope that I’ll get the chance to help do something about these beaches. This region is one of our national treasures, and it deserves better treatment from the likes of us. I think a lot of good could be done with a sustained effort over time and some targeted funding to actually remove the debris from the environment. Anybody know of a grant out there somewhere?


by Ken Campbell at August 06, 2017 10:05 pm

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

Steigen 2017 - 2 - Engeløya til Trolløykalven

Fra Nordskott hadde jeg kjørt til Engeløya, og lagt meg til å sove i bilen på en utkjørsel. Ikke at jeg har noe imot å bruke campinger, men når de ser ut til å være en flat slette uten noe annet enn telt og campingfarkoster stappet tett ihop som på Røssøya, så står jeg over.

Jeg hadde lyst til å padle ut fra nord på Engeløya og så sørover i Skjærgården, men var litt usikker på hvor hen det var gunstig å sette ut. Men som nevt i forrige episode (som du finner HER), så heiv jeg meg på hjul da jeg så to kajakkbiler komme kjørende, og så ut for å ha en plan.

De var tre stykker, og det var et fint sted de hadde funnet for å sette ut. Her skulle det gå greit å sette fra seg bilen for en dag eller to.

Noen hadde åpenbart tilbragt natten her også, noe jeg noterte meg til senere.

De andre padlerne inviterte for såvidt til å være med dem, men mens de hadde nærmest ingenting med seg, hadde jo jeg det aller meste, i tilfelle jeg skulle finne på ett eller annet jeg ikke ennå hadde tenkt på. Så det ville bare blitt stress. Jeg regnet også med at jeg hadde planer om å padle litt lenger enn dem i løpet av dagen.

Så jeg padlet heller alene en stund etterpå selv om de var trivelige folk, og fant forskjellig å se på. For eksempel en sjømus som var død, men for så kort tid siden at både pigger og farger ennå var intakt. Artig, for det har jeg bare sett på bilde tidligere.

Strender var det mange av her også, blant annet fant jeg denne som det var litt størrelse på. Her må det jo være flott når sola står på. Noterte meg dette også som et fint campsted for senere anledninger - ja, det sto forsåvidt et telt her nå også som bevis på at det er det.

Mens jeg lå og kikket på stranden kom det en padler i motsatt retning. Også dette en solopadler, som la kursen et stykke utenfor meg.

Fjellet (Eldtinden)  ble enda kulere når man kom tett på, spesielt her på yttersiden.

God utsikt over til Lofoten i dag, med Skrova og Lille-Molla. Uvant sted å se det fra, men likevel lett å kjenne igjen.

Fjellet endret litt karakter når man padlet videre rundt foten av det. Plutselig kom det fram en bredere fjellvegg.

Jeg satte kursen over bukta, stranda her inne så jeg i går. På ett tidspunkt kom det to padlere bak meg, men jeg så aldri hvor hen de ble av. Mulig de padlet inn til Bøstranda. Som vi ser er det kortermetpadling i dag også.

Bøstranda var ganske stor da, det vi ser her er bare den ene enden.

Den ene campingen fra i går,  som ligger rett ved Batteri Dietl som ligger på Grådusan. Ikke sånn med ansatte, toalettbygg og sånn, mer ei mark som var ordnet sånn at "her kan du campe istedenfor overalt ellers", og så kunne man betale med Vipps.

Rett over bukta var det et fint sted å gå i land for et lite ærend, her var det i grunnen ganske fint. Men jeg skulle jo padle et stykke, så jeg ble ikke så lenge likevel.

Her ser vi litt av Batteri Dietl fra sjøen. Jeg hadde egentlig ikke peiling på hva det var for noe, men det høres jo både tysk og militært ut, så jeg antok at det var noe fra krigen. Det var det så absolutt, skulle det vise seg.

Enda flere padlere. Tre forskjellige grupper hadde jeg altså sett til nå, og flere skulle det bli.

Litt lenger fram fikk jeg se området jeg hadde håpet å finne et sted til hengekøya dagen før. Det var en flott kjøretur langs fjellet her, dessverre var de fleste utkjørsler opptatt allerede da jeg kom, litt for seint på kvelden.

Små fine strender fantes det strødd overalt her.

Også i dag stusset jeg over hvor det ble av fuglene. Det var bare måker, tjeld og terner jeg ikke klarte å holde tellinga på. Ikke en teist å se. Ikke ender. Etter hvert så jeg ørn heldigvis, og en enkel skarv, men jeg lurer på hvor de andre fuglene blir av. Heldigvis veide det litt opp seinere, at jeg fikk se et par steinvendere og en enkeltbekkasin. Jo, og så en uidentifisert rovfugl som ikke var veldig stor, den så jeg mens jeg pakket i kajakken.

Plutselig så jeg ei strand der det kunne passe ypperlig å gå i land for en matbit og se på kartet.

Hm, nå ble det litt tåkeaktig over i Lofoten. Ser definitivt ut for å være noe på gang der borte.

Halvveis inn til stranden oppdaget jeg at et par andre padlere også var på tur dit samtidig. Søren. Jaja, jeg gadd ikke endre på min plan av den grunn. De andre hadde visst bestemt seg for å campe her, og var tydeligvis redde for at jeg tenkte det samme, ut fra farten på teltoppsettinga å dømme. Har aldri sett noen gjøre det så raskt før, godt mulig de hadde et sånt som setter seg opp selv.

 Jeg tok heller bilde av denne kule blomsten enn de lynraske teltoppsetterne.

Det ene kule fjellet fra i går viste seg å se litt annerledes ut fra annen vinkel. Kul kontrast med den grønne sletten og så de bratte bergene.

Jeg padlet videre fra den lille stranden, og fant etter hvert en mye kulere strand. Denne binder Trolløya og Trolløykalven sammen, i hvert fall når det ikke er flo.

Her måtte det da gå an å campe? Jeg nekter å padle videre fra noe så kult.

Inne ved stranden fant jeg verdens minste, og hissigste eremittkreps. han var kul, litt sånn flekkete på en måte.

Jeg tok turen opp på Trolløya for å sjekke utsikten, og om det kanskje var et kult sted å campe på. Derfra så jeg bort til stranden med de andre på - den lille, gule (knallgul faktisk) prikken er teltet deres. Mitt sted var kulere.

Jeg likte dette stedet, her var det mange detaljer å se på.

Strand var greit å legge kajakken på, men jeg måtte nok få den opp i steinene for å være trygg når det ble flo. Tidevannet var helt feil timet for min del, med nokså fjære sjø hver gang jeg skulle slå leir eller sette ut... Lite å gjøre med det, ikke aktuelt å snu døgnet siste uka før jeg skulle begynne på jobb igjen.

På turen opp fant jeg ut at bærsesongen omsider er i gang. Krøkebæra var imidlertid ganske liten.

Men multene var flotte, og mange var også modne selv om det var aller mest kart ennå. Heldigvis hadde jeg telefonen med meg i en boks, så jeg hadde noe å plukke i ved å stikke telefonen i lommen.

Joda, utsikten var flott her ute.

Men det var litt langt å gå fra kajakken opp hit, så jeg tok turen til Trolløykalven og tenkte heller campe på den hvis det var mulig. Det ville også gi bedre utsikt ut mot Vestfjorden, regnet jeg med.

Det slo til. Jeg slo opp teltet på toppen av Trolløykalven, med god utsikt i alle retninger egentlig.

Det er et par ting som er irriterende med Rogen-teltet, dette er den ene. Når man ruller dørene opp for å få god utsikt, så har de lett for å ramle ned igjen, delvis.

Det ble selvfølgelig brøskive med multer på til kveldsmat. Jeg så ingen grunn til å sløse med selve brødskivene...

Vestfjorden lå flat og lokket.

Det var mange fine planter her ute, og disse her sto faktisk i blomst nå.

Det var et helsikes liv å få kajakken opp, og reparasjonen var allerede gått til helsike. Har nok ikke hatt nok heft for gelcoaten, må pusse mer neste gang.

Litt tungvint med kajakk nede på stranden og teltet på toppen av øya når ting skulle hentes.

Men med denne utsikten var det definitivt verdt det.


Det ble en flott kveld her oppe. Det var mye insekter her, så jeg holdt meg i teltet, eller påkledd med myggnetting. Til og med veps dukket det opp etter hvert! Den ville inn i teltet, av en eller annen grunn. Takk og pris for myggnetting.

Denne flua som kom inn i teltet var rar. Den var litt hopp- og sprett-aktig. Litt flat, på en måte. Mener jeg har sett sånn flue på død fugl. Åtselflue? Synes i hvert fall den er litt ekkel. Den ble raskt pælmet ut av teltet.

Jeg hadde nå oversikt over alle båtene inn og ut Vestfjorden. Men det var i grunnen ikke så mange. Denne kom nærmest, og midt i solnedgangen.

Disse er jo ganske så kule. Ifølge en sjekk med Facebook er det antagelig Cerianthus lloydii - sylinderanemone heter den da på norsk, ifølge boka mi (Dyreliv i havet).

Her ser du det kuleste, når den trekker seg inn i tuben.

Jeg har hatt verre dager enn denne.

Dagens rute ble sånn her, med et lite hint om neste dag med det samme. Den som leser får se.

by Miamaria ( at August 06, 2017 10:10 pm


La calita de cristal...

En contadas ocasiones, la interacción humana con el entorno natural produce algo interesante. 

En la ría de Viveiro nos sorprendimos al pasar por una calita que tenia arena de colores ..... Uaaaa...! En este caso los granos de arena no provenían de conchas ni de rocas, sino de cristal. Pequeños granos de cristal redondeados y erosionados por las olas.


Hay descritas playas de cristal en diferentes lugares. A esta solo se puede llegar por mar, y es pequeñita.

Ainhoa flipando....


by Jose Bello ( at August 06, 2017 10:01 pm

La costa lucense

Tras Asturias, Galicia comienza hermosa con Lugo, con cuyo litoral se termina el Cantábrico, para dar paso a las aguas atlánticas.

El mar de fondo trae restos cerca de la costa, en este caso no había ningún animalito enredado, afortunadamente.

Al igual que Asturias, Lugo la recorrimos sin prisa, investigando todos los vericuetos de la costa siempre que fuera posible.

El Cantábrico nos ha tratado bien, pero es un mar bravo, hay que planificar las etapas con lógica y buen criterio.

No siempre ha sido fácil encontrar lugar de desembarque cómodo para hacer una parada, que nos asegurara llegar secos a tierra, pero siempre eran bellos y solitarios.

Para salir al agua lo habitual es esperar el paso de las series y entrar rápido ( la cubierta limpia de cosas que se puedan llevar las olas, con la excepción en mi caso de la gorra, que si la llevas puesta hay muchas papeletas de que te la arranque la ola si te rompe encima).

Los cabos más importantes están bien señalizados con su correspondiente faro.

Todos los puertos disponen de rampas de acceso libre y cómodo.

Las rías sorprenden por la enorme abundancia de cuevas, túneles y pasos interesantes. Aquí hay poca mar y podemos investigar a fondo.

Que sitio...

Vamos allá ...

Formaciones geológicas de lo más interesantes.

Muchas cuevas con entradas y salidas.

Final de etapa al atardecer..

Al día siguiente... continuamos...  mismo escenario, pero mañanero...!

Algunos días con lluvia y niebla.

El mar de leva siempre presente, junto a los acantilados generalmente hay un buen rebote.

Paso entre islas.

La costa lucense termina al fondo de la ría de O Vicedo. Pongo aquí algunas imágenes de la siguiente etapa porque incluye el final de esta ría y el paso del cabo más septentrional de la península, aunque ya es A Coruña. 

Sorprendentemente Estaca de Bares estaba tranquilo, todo un lujo. Generalmente siempre que sea posible es buena estrategia programar el paso de los cabos más expuestos al principio de la jornada, cuando las condiciones suelen ser mejores, estamos más descansados y tenemos mucho margen de tiempo.

A Coruña se muestra agreste desde el principio.

Hasta la próxima. 

by Jose Bello ( at August 06, 2017 02:36 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sat 05/08-2017 Day 129

Pos: 47.9275,-122.5986
Loc: Foulweather Bluff
Acc: tent
Dist: 34,0 km
Start: 7:35 End: 14:55

Back on the water! As I opted to start the whole trip out of a dead end, I could now start from Port Townsend or Dungeness Spit, but to make it round, I chose the same beach as four months ago. Chris Cunningham sent me off again, just private, no buzz.
I had wonderful sw following wind – until the tide turned at 10.15 am – too early. But I kept on paddling close to the shore, trying to find a non existent eddy. Dozens of sport fishing boats out there on a Saturday, too many floating objects buzzing around here compared to Alaska. I miss the wild and rugged landscape, the freedom and solitude in that most beautiful part of the US!
The beach was rocky and widely shallow on low tide, after Point No Point the beach steepened and I found kind of a beach life today in warm, but not sunny weather.

Suddenly someone from the beach called me: “Are you Freya?” Well, obviously…I came closer, and was greeted by Adrienne, Jeff and their baby Leif, avid surfski paddlers from Bellingahm! They were asking me where I was going to paddle -“Just around the island…”, just today, or a longer trip? And they also said that they are following me on my facebook. Well, then you would know where I am just now paddling around? 🙂
They gave me baby Leif to sit on my lap, and enjoyed taking pictures while holding my kayak afloat. Next time, I should have positioned the young handsome man right on my lap through my adjustable spray deck! (and keep him there for the next weeks…). I’d need a lap warmer!!! 🙂

I had opted today to paddle just in tights and shirt with a light weight jacket which I took also off at some point. But yesterday it was warmer and fully sunny! It felt awkward to paddle so light after those months in a dry suit, but this won’t be forever…even on the after noon breeze I felt I would feel better now in my dry suit…but I have him with me.

When the afternoon breeze turned into a 15 knots headwind plus an additional 4 km/h counter current, I called it a day on a sandy where just no houses were to be seen. I liked to finish a few camp chores I didn’t get around to in Seattle, like adding a bunch of laundry and multiple purpose lines to my new Hilleberg Allak tent and giving my new Kokatat Ronin PFD as usual a Cesarean and birth to half of the foam layers in the front 🙂

I was so much used to paddle with company in the last months that I really miss it now! If the weather stays nice, I may have company next Thursday for a week with Chris May. See how it goes!

by Freya at August 06, 2017 03:00 am

August 05, 2017

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

Tom Thomson Commemorative Canoe Raffle

Langford Canoe has donated a 16' cedar canvas canoe to raffle off with the benefits going to the Huntsville Hospital Foundation in Muskoka. We've had to make use of the Hospital's Emergency a few times over the years and it is wonderful facility with very caring staff. This summer being the 100th Anniversary of the suspicious death of Artist Tom Thomson, Langford has tried to replicate a canoe in the style used in the early 20th century.  Thomson is said to have purchased a 2nd grade  Chestnut Cruiser in 1915. Normally covered in a dull slate grey paint, the artist mixed in a tube of Cobalt Blue to make his canoe very unique. The devastating fire of 1921 destroyed the Chestnut factory and all the forms and canoes after this period had quite different shapes.

Tom Thomson's canoe circa 1915

I happened to be in Huntsville when I noticed a distinctive "blue-grey" canoe with high curved ends in the window of a local sports outfitter. Given the tight space and other merchandise, I couldn't get a full shot of the boat but managed to capture a few features.

View of the Langford "Tom Thomson" canoe in the window

Once inside I noticed how robustly this canoe was built. Unfortunately, no stats were available and the store staff knew nothing of the boat other than erroneously calling it a "Cedar Strip". A key feature (rarely seen on Canadian boats) are the distinct half ribs added to strengthen the hull. The two ash thwarts are very wide and bulky and coupled with the ash outwales, seats and keel, this will likely be a very heavy duty boat.

Half ribs and wide ash thwarts

Don't believe the early Chestnuts came with babiche seats but Langford decided to go for this rustic style...
Rawhide seats

Pre-fire Chestnuts came in both closed and open gunnelled forms but had a very distinctive narrow deck. Langford decided to use another darker hardwood along with their own commemorative logo...

Langford Deck

The canoe also comes with two painted cherry paddles to match the hull...

Cherry paddles with painted blades

The only Pre-fire Chesnut Cruiser I'm aware of was found by Andre Cloutier of Ravenwood Canoes. He has documented many of the details of these rare boats and has even built a new form of this historic design. Recently, he completed the first build and his boat (much closer to Thomson's original) has recently been launched...

Anyway, 1000 tickets at $25 each will be sold and the draw takes place on September 1st. More details found on the local poster below:

by Murat ( at August 05, 2017 12:36 pm

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

Torsdagspadling til Vikøya

Egentlig hadde vi sommerferie, men det meldte jo så fint vær... Så vi startet ei uke tidligere enn planlagt, på noen få dagers varsel. Målet var Vikøya, som vi ser på avstand her. Den som ser litt ut som en sydhavsøy på avstand. Den er også et turmål i 10 på skjæret.

Tre stykker til dukket opp, så vi ble fire på tur. Tore bor i nabolaget her og sånn sett var kjentmann. Han padler nok oftere her enn meg, selv om det er i mitt utvidede nabolag også. Wenche skulle få notert seg for et skjær til, og så dukket Stig opp også. Han hadde sett det på ytterst kort varsel og hevet seg rundt i ei fart. Tøft.

Vi tok turen bort til Vikosen først, og kunne faktisk padle helt inn til brua. Men ikke mye lenger.

Her så jeg noe merkelig, to brosmeaktige skapninger som så ut til å sloss eller noe. Lysebrunbeige så de ut for å være (slimålfarge), men vannet var grumsete så det gikk ikke å få tatt bilde. Fesshomp ble foreslått, men de lignet ikke det jeg har kalt fesshomp i hvert fall. Men nå er det lenge siden jeg har sett en, også. Så kanskje. Men andre forslag mottas selvfølgelig gjerne, til jeg er sikker.

Etter Vikosen satte vi kursen mot Sandøya. På baksiden av den er det ikke sjelden man finner sel. Som regel er det en del fugl der også.

Tydeligvis har jeg vært her mest på andre årstider, for den så litt annerledes ut enn jeg var vant til oppdaget jeg, med dette grønne gresset på toppen.

På baksiden av øya var det dessverre ikke en eneste sel i dag.

Grønn kajakk er i grunnen ganske fotogent.

Tjelden har samlet seg i gjenger for tiden. Den funderer vel på å dra sørover, kanskje.

Fra Sandøya fikk vi litt småbølger og vind i ryggen, så det gikk kjapt unna.

Vikøya er en 10 på skjæret-post, den er herved dokumentert. Her så vi flere ørner, men jeg glemte i grunnen å ta bilde av dem. Stort sett alltid ørn på øya her når man kommer.

Sola gikk jammen ned mens vi satt der. Hersens fjell. Jeg husket ellers å gå i vannet. Fikk ikke til rulla (re-entry), men det var ikke helt på jordet heller. Ville klart det den ene gangen om ikke neseklypa hadde sklidd av. Burde nesten bare øve uten, men da blir unnskyldningene for å la være enda flere...

Furuene på øya er kule. Sjekk særlig den til venstre - ikke mye liv igjen, skeiv og skakk, men den står han av.

Etter at sola gikk ned ble det enda finere farger å padle i.

Noen hadde feilberegnet litt med påkledningen, det ble jammen litt kjølig da sola gikk ned. Ren flaks at ikke det gjaldt meg også. Det var kaldt å være i vannet en stund, men kom fort i varmen så snart vi begynte å padle.

Tore i solnedgang.

Der e ho igjen! Nærmere Jennestad fant vi sola igjen.

Men så var ho borte igjen. Vi fikk altså faktisk to solnedganger i dag, det er godt gjort spør du meg.

Jeg angrer i grunnen ikke på at vi startet opp ei uke før planlagt, det ble en flott liten kveldstur. Takk for turen.

by Miamaria ( at August 05, 2017 11:38 am

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Black Pearl – Erik Frantzen

Black Pearl – Erik Frantzen

Erik i Nakskov har byggt en till, den här gången en Black Pearl:

"Hej Björn

Søsatte "Perlen" for et par dage siden med ømhed i tæerne tilfølge, men efter nogle småjusteringer af sæde og lændestøtte, tog jeg en testtur igen i dag og nu passer kajakken mig perfekt. Det hjalp også lidt at klippe neglene på de store tæer;o)

Mange tak for en fantastisk kajak.
Med venlig Hilsen"

Erik Frantzen – Black Pearl

Erik Frantzen – Black Pearl

Erik Frantzen – Black Pearl

by Björn Thomasson at August 05, 2017 06:44 am

August 04, 2017

Océanos de Libertad

Mar de Aldán. Seakayaking Base.

Beatiful beaches.
Aldan estuary is a sheltered coast
Along your way you will find a lot of beatiful coves
In our Sea Kayaking Base Mar de Aldán, not only you can rent a kayak (sit in and sit on top) We offer you guided tours and technical courses. How to paddle eficiently, forward, backwards, sideways...we teach you how to roll or reentry in your kayak just in case you capsize, different ways of towing , landing, launching and  all range of techniques in order to make you a safe paddler. Also we can provide you accommodations  for you and your family. And above all, our staff are kind, honest and highly qualified professionals.

Ivan reentering in his kayak
We teach you how to land and launch

Sometimes you will find bizarre guys!

En nuestraBase KDM Mar de Aldán, no solo podrás alquilar un kayak (autovaciable o cerrado)  Te ofrecemos rutas guiadas y cursos de formación técnica. Como palear eficientemente, hacia adelante, atrás de lado...Te enseñamos a esquimotar o reentrar en tu kayak una vez has volcado, técnicas de seguridad: diferentes modos de remolque, embarco y desembarco, y todo tipo de técnicas con el fin de hacerte unb palista más seguro.  También podemos proporcionarte alojamiento para ti y tu familia. Y sobre todo, nuestro equipo es amable, honesto y profesionales altamente cualificados.





by Jorge López ( at August 04, 2017 02:52 am

August 03, 2017

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

Belize Trip - Windy Days

We had to stick around Billy Hawk Caye for an additional day due to the winds. I must admit, there are worse places to spend a day land bound. Throughout the day we spent some time snorkeling on the lee side of the island, relaxing in the hammocks, eating, drinking and even playing a bit of volleyball.

Blow Ye Winds! This hammock served as our wind gauge for the day
The winds made quite the mess of the eastern side of the island
The following morning the small craft warning was lifted, so we decided to pack up and go for it. It was our second last day and our ride was going to meet us at Malcolm's Caye, about 10kms away. It was a sad good-bye to this Caye, what a special place. I really hope to come back someday with my family.

The longest open water crossing is only 'this big'

The crossing from Hangman's Caye to Malcolms has a few cayes along the way, which was great to stop and get out of the wind for a few minutes and take a break.

Rob taking a break at Ragged Caye
Another breezy day
Campsite at Malcolm's Caye
This fishing shack was right next to our campsite. Made for a great spot for cooking
We did some snorkeling around the sandbar next to the island that afternoon, saw some stingrays, and a lobster. It was our last full day on the cayes :(

More to come!

by Brian Newhook ( at August 03, 2017 09:34 am
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Juli Instagrambilder

Flammafallsbad #krokån #halland #enavmångabaddagar #varmtovattnet #snartnovembergrått ???? #flammafallet Ett inlägg delat av Erik Sjöstedt (@eriksjos) Jul 11, 2017 kl. 9:23 PDT Vi gillar bilder och lägger ut en och annan bild på Instagram, oftast blir det någon om dagen, lite blandat på våra egna Instagramkonton @eriksjos & @piafra men även då och då på @kajaknu....

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by Erik Sjöstedt at August 03, 2017 07:24 am

Paddling and Sailing

The attack on stretching continues!

It is getting pretty ridiculous that in this modern age we are still arguing about the effectiveness of stretching.  As a species we have been able to write down our findings for about 6 or 8 thousand years. And yet we are still deciding what is the best way to maintain ourselves in good condition.

Below is an article that says stretching is bad and then in the comments that follow the authors shares advice one how to improve range of motion in a complicated way that I basically reduced to using dynamic stretching.

I've had poor results from static stretching but no injuries from it.  I've also had painful results from yoga classes that put you in a difficult static pose and then have you hold the pose through the pain.

For the past few years I've been doing some very basic Tai Chi warm up exercises that most anyone would call stretches. However these are done without stopping, so no static stretching in one position.  Also these are done in a way so that the your full pain free range of motion is used.  So if you have any perceived tightness you are going to far.  After a few months of these warm up exercises or stretches my range of motion and my ability to walk and sit comfortably was greatly improved.  So it may be that static stretching is bad, but other stretching is good.

by Canoe Sailor ( at August 03, 2017 08:09 am

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Back to the Heat

I just got back yesterday from Southeast Alaska. Fourteen days of sea kayaking in the most wild and impressive venue ever. It’s hard to know where to start with trying to explain it all; perhaps a somewhat different way of relating the events of the past two weeks will hopefully answer most pertinent questions:

Me: Thanks for agreeing to meet. I just have a few questions about your recent trip to Kuiu Island and the paddle from Wrangell to the outer coast. Are you comfortable?
Actually, I could use a bottle opener. Or, wait… never mind.

Me: So tell me about the trip. Where did you go?
Myself: Well, we started…

Me: Who is “we?”
Myself: Ah, yes… I went with Marc Mahoney, somebody I’ve been paddling and working with for years. I’ve gone on some trips in the past with folks who weren’t quite ready for prime time, but Marc is a great paddler and an excellent expedition partner. It was his first time in Alaska and he really ate it up.

Me: Anyway…
Yeah, we started in Wrangell, Alaska, and paddled about a hundred miles out to the Cape Decision Lighthouse, stayed there a few nights, and got in a couple more day trips and overnights in the surrounding area of southern Kuiu Island. It’s out near the open coast, with Coronation Island to the south and Baranof Island just to the north and west. From the lighthouse you can look directly south into the Spanish Islands… I spent a lot of time up by the light, looking out that way. Thinking about the next trip already.

Me: Let’s try to stay on topic, okay? Just for a few more minutes? How was the trip from Wrangell to Cape Decision? Were they a hard hundred miles?
Myself: Not real difficult paddling, no, although my boat was leaking pretty bad by the time we got there. A few too many encounters with rocky shorelines. The big adjustment we had to make was just dealing with the scale of Alaska. Everything is big and every distance is much farther than you might think, at first. It was hard to estimate crossings – and we had plenty of them – and hard to gauge progress, especially out in open water.

Me: Tell me about the lighthouse. What’s Cape Decision like?
Myself: It would be hard for me to talk about it without sounding like a travel brochure. The lighthouse was amazing, sitting right on the southern tip of Kuiu Island. The Lighthouse Society owns almost 300 acres north of the light and there were a lot of projects going on with the folks who were out there. We got the chance to help with some of them, moving stones and wood, building a few items and constructing a new tent platform out in the woods. Volunteers working to preserve and improve not just the lighthouse, but also the surrounding area, and providing an access point for people who want to experience what real SE Alaska wilderness is all about.

Me: And what is it all about, exactly?
Myself: Well, we saw whales every day, sometimes just a few feet from our boats. There were bears on the beach in several different spots, sea lions and sea otter were everywhere. There were humpbacks breaching and eagles diving to claw their dinner out of the water right in front of us. It got to the point that we didn’t even remark on the eagles after a while. They were easily the most common bird we saw during the trip. It’s a powerful and wild place, and to be able to spend some time there was worth every bit of effort involved.

Me:What was the most amazing part of the trip?
Myself: There were so many. I guess I’d have to say it was watching a 50-foot humpback lunge-feeding on herring right next to where we were in our boats. He would herd the fish into slots along the rocky shoreline using taps and sweeps from his massive tail, then push right into the rocks with his mouth open, vacuuming up the little guys. And we were right there in it, just a few feet away. Marc almost t-boned him one time, he came so close.

Me: I assume you’re going back?
Myself: No question about it. I think I’ve gotten a glimpse of my kayaking future, at least for the next few years.

Me: When you go back, what are you most looking forward to?
Myself: Well, we’re in the process of putting together an inaugural trip we’re calling the “South Kuiu Loop.” Probably going to try to put it on the calendar for the end of next July. It will be some solidly world-class paddling, a few nights at the lighthouse (in comparative luxury), and possibly a difficult and demanding portage through untracked, and likely treacherous, terrain. We’ll be working on setting up camp sites and breaking some trail before that can happen, so we’ll be going up a little early for that.
       Also, we didn’t have the time to explore the Spanish Islands and Coronation, that’s the trip I alluded to earlier. I think it would be an incredible paddling expedition to circle those, starting and ending at the lighthouse. Definitely on the short list.

Me: Can I go on that South Kuiu Loop thing too?
Myself: Naturally. And we’re looking for six people who would like to make the trip… I have a feeling that a space on the roster will be pretty popular. Send in an email for more info.

Me: Thanks for the time. It sure has been great to talk with you. Perhaps we could get together again at some point.
Myself: Hmm. Yeah, possibly. Sure. Maybe.

And now I’m home, to temps in the 90’s and a thick haze from all the out-of-control fires in British Columbia. Home to the dog days, the sluggish summer afternoons that ooze slowly into sluggish summer evenings. Thinking about cool breezes, whales and a lighthouse.

by Ken Campbell at August 03, 2017 12:07 am

August 02, 2017

Sarah's Soggy Scenarios
A light hearted insight into my paddling trips in and around Scotland - and beyond!

A visit to Old Harry, Just what the Doc ordered!

It's not often that Ken and I get the chance to paddle just the two of us together so after Jersey we decided having come so far to spend a bit more time down south. Of course it helped having our own boats with us so our first day out was to visit "Old Harry". We put in at Swanage Bay, headed out along the wonderful white cliffs of the Jurassic coast. In and out of caves, arches and pinnacles before reaching Old Harry, quite a spectacular coastline. We then returned the same way with our get out right beside an icecream booth! 2 scoops of ginger icecream to finish off the day - yum!

After a few "dry" days we visited Port Issac, home to Doc Martin, such a pretty area, it would have been such a shame not to paddle it!

Back home, it was good to see that the builders had done some work! Demolishing walls, garage, hauling out windows, chimney down, nothing but stoor everywhere! Time to go paddling again!

In July, 6 of us, David, Paul, Colin, Martin, Ken and I met up for breakfast at Tescos in Oban before heading over to Ellenabeich to start our weeks trip round Jura. Boats loaded, off we went - slightly against the flow! Now anybody who knows the area knows this is going to be hard - it was! However we had to leave at this time to help us a bit later. After getting out my boat to haul it through a bit of a flow against me while cutting through the rocks, things started getting easier and we made it down to the bothy at the bottom of Scarba. Next morning after the mist cleared, we had a beautiful paddle across the Gulf of Corryvreckan to Jura. The tide was going with us (thankfully!), the sea was flat calm and we just flew down the east coast of Jura whilst watching a Minke a short distance off. 
Lussa Bay, Jura
   After stopping for lunch in Lussa Bay, we made it down to  Craighouse where we camped infront of the hotel. Only a couple of days into the trip, but still wonderful to get a lovely hot shower, then over to the hotel for dinner and a pint! Next morning the weather had changed! We passed a couple of young sea eagles as the tail wind blew us round the bottom to Rubha na traille, then a bit of a battle past Brosdale Island. 

Good drying day

Corpach Bay, Jura
We stopped off on the beach opposite for lunch, then a strong battle up the sound of Islay. The tide was with us, the wind certainly wasn't! We eventually made it up to the lovely beaches at Rubh'a'bhaillien. It was good just to flake out on my bed that night, just as well as the midgies were hell there! So 3 days into our week long trip and we were about 3/4 of the way there. Next morning, with empty boats , we had a wee trip up Loch Tarbert, up through the narrows, with our lunch stop at the lovely Cruib Lodge Bothy. Next morning, boats once again loaded, we had a shortish paddle up to Corpach Bay, what a stunning area with a fantastic waterfall that was just calling to be turned into a shower. It was bracing, but boy did I feel good after that shower! Another shortish day when we made our way up to Gleann Beag, stopping off at Glen Garrisdale bothy on the way.

The boys playing in the flow of Corryvreckan
 From Gleann Beag, we made our way across  the Corryvreckan again to the Garvellachs for lunch, then onto Belnahua where the "boys" had their own stone skimming contest!
Arty Farty!
 Our last day took us round Fladda before zooming back to Ellenabeich with a lovely tail wind and of course an ice cream!
Kayakey Kid rock hopping!
Out with Grandma and Grandad

A real seakayaker, complete with silly hat!
As we arrived back home on a Saturday and with the boats still being on the car, it seemed a shame not to make the most of that by going out again, so on the Sunday, we collected the Kayakey Kid, headed down to Seafield, paddled past all the seals,round to Kinghorn, to his Great Grans for strawberry tarts. As we were about to leave to come home, a huge pod of dolphins passed by - what a fantastic trip and right on our doorstep! Kayakey Kid now thinks all sea trips are like this!
Cool kid

Seal watching at Seafield
Back home, the house is still upside down. The garage has now started being knocked, it was just too wee for boats!

by Sarah's Soggy Scenarios ( at August 02, 2017 11:58 pm