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July 22, 2018

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Frej – Marius Markussen

Frek – Marius Markussen

Jag träffade Marius och hans mycket välbyggda Frej på Läcköträffen för några veckor sedan.

Tack för senast, det var riktigt trevligt att prata med dig på Läcköträffen!
Skickar över några bilder på mitt senaste bygge,en Frej. 
Har förlängt den till 5.33 meter och den väger 19.5 kg.
Den är mycket trevlig att paddla! 

Frej – Marius Markussen

Frej – Marius Markussen

by Björn Thomasson at July 22, 2018 05:24 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Västervik visfestival, Blankaholm, Försjön och Uthuset

Vi tog Winzent och drog till Västervik för festival. Det var premiär för Västervik visfestival för vår del, vi hade biljett för torsdagen. Fick parkera stugbilen Winzent på kanonläge 10 minuters promenad från slottruinen där visfestivalen ägde rum. Efter go och trevlig fika hos ställplatsfixarna gick vi bort i högsommarvärmen. Skapligt med folk och båtar ... Läs mer...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at July 22, 2018 12:04 pm

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

Flags and stones at Kildonnan

We carried our boats well up the beach above the rising tide to give us time to explore Kildonnan.  Behind the beach an area of usually boggy ground was quite dry after a few weeks without rain.  The sword shaped leaves and bright yellow intricate flowers of Yellow Flag Iris (Iris pseudacorus) were well in evidence.  A typical plant of wet ground, the plant has many common names and a few medicinal uses.  Our friend Douglas points out that the Irises on the west coast flower just as the first midges of the summer appear - and he's right - in which case it should perhaps also be known as The Warning Flag"!

As we climbed the slope above the beach the unmistakable outline of the Sgurr of Eigg came into view, surely one of the most easily recognised of Scottish hills.  Mike and I had agreed that it would be great if we could incorporate climbing the hill into our trip.

But that was for another day; ahead of us was the first point of interest for which we'd landed at Kildonnan.......

This finely carved cross stands in a prominent position near the graveyard of Kildonnan.  The "Kil" prefix common in Scottish and Irish place names is an anglicisation of "Cille" meaning a religious cell or chapel. The carving up the cross shaft is foliage representing the tree of life and is still very clear and well preserved.  The head of the cross is missing; the replica at the base is cast in concrete and was copied in part from the Oronsay cross.  The Kildonnan cross is believed to date from the 14th or 15th century and is typical of those produced in Iona around this time.

We wandered from the cross through the graveyard, reading some of the stones as we went, towards the ruined church of Kildonnan.  Donnan was an Irish monk who brought Christianity to Eigg in the 6th century.  He and all his monks were killed in 617 but a new monastic community was founded and flourished until at least the 9th century.  There's no visible remains of the original buildings which would have been of timber and earth with thatched roofs.  The current ruins have elements from the late Middle Ages to the 16th century.

Some of the grave slabs preserved within the church walls date from the 8th century, a very early date.  Interestingly, it seems that Vikings re-used some older burial mounds to inter their own dead from around the 9th century, despite being firmly pagan at that time.

The interior of the church is typically medieval in plan, but with later additions.  After the Reformation the church fell into disuse and the church became a graveyard.  A tradition emerged of Catholic burials in (initially) nine rows inside the walls and then immediately outside the church, with Protestant burials in a graveyard to the south of the church near the cross - it's a tradition which has persisted into modern times.

We left Kildonnan and walked back past the cross, facing out across the sea to the Arisaig shore as it has done for over 800 years.  Though not religious, I find places associated with faith, belief or superstition fascinating.  Exploring the places of interest along a route is, for me, one of the best parts of a sea kayak journey and really adds to the whole experience of a trip.

Kildonnan is a place of real interest and historical significance, well worth a visit and easily accessible on foot form Eigg's main settlement at Galmisdale.  THere's a really good information page here.  If you visit Eigg, try to include it in your exploration.  If you get a stunning day of sunshine with a soundtrack of Skylark song and a profusion of wildflowers underfoot, then so much the better.

by Ian Johnston ( at July 22, 2018 07:00 am

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!)

July 21, 2018
Triathlon, cycling, sea kayaking, swimming and life in the Scottish Highlands

July Challenge #1 - Build a Rig to get Broadcast Video & Audio Bike-to-Bike

This little camera rig allowed me to get shots I'd previously been unable to achieve.

July is frequently a busy working month for me.  Many events that are covered by The Adventure Show take place in this month, so I knew there wouldn't be much time for my own personal challenges.

There is a big one coming this week- more about that when/if I complete it.

Towards the end of last month I filmed Ride to the Sun and came up with a great way to shoot one of our presenters bike-to-bike.

Previously I've held a small Sony camera, but the sound wasn't great and the shots were liable to wobble.

Using the GoPro wrist mount with the GoPro Hero 5 attached allowed me to keep my hands on the handlebars until needed (safer), then because my arm was at full reach when taking the shot it acted like a counterbalance, soaking up any bumps and vibration from the road.  The audio from the GoPro 5 wasn't great, but I was pleased with the footage.

Then the producers at The Adventure Show said they wanted the same type of footage, but from a gravel race endure event.  Could I ride an eBike alongside the competitors as they transitioned between the stages, and crucially, interview them about the previous stage?

The shot and the audio would have to be broadcast standard, while riding along a rough gravel track.

I already had the Rode Video Mic Pro in my kit for use with a DSLR, so I cut into a GoPro 4 housing and, using some Sugru mouldable glue, made something which worked pretty well.

Then I bought a metal housing for the GoPro 5 and the external pack that camera needs to run a mic.  The latter system is more bulky, but the screen size and quality of footage seems better from the 5 to the 4.

I bought the 'dead cat' windshield for the Mic and I was set, but I hadn't tried everything in combination until the event itself (I only managed to buy the mic adaptor while driving to the event!)

Using the mic without the dead cat just didn't work - there was too much wind noise while travelling on the bike.

While the dead cat cut the wind, it was much larger than the plain mic and intruded into the shot, with the GoPro 5 field of view set to Linear.  Actually, it bounced into and out of shot as I rode, which was even more distracting.

Switching the field of view to narrow seemed to fix this, but meant I had to either ride further away from the cyclists I was interviewing to get a wide enough shot, thus risking poorer audio, or ride close for audio and accept a fairly tight framing.  I went with the latter.

Rode make smaller mics, but I'm not sure whether they'd help.  Due to its battery pack, mine already sits well above the lens.  The smaller ones would be closer, so are more likely to go in shot.

If you decide to make something like this (it is easy if I can do it) then I suggest building the Sugru higher than you might think to keep the mic away from the lens.

There was another work challenge this month which involved me spending 25 hours in a rocking prawn boat crossing the Minch, but more about that when the item is closer to transmission.

Oh and as to that other challenge - more to come very soon.

by Simon Willis ( at July 21, 2018 01:04 pm
Kajak, Foto,Friluftsliv

Flat earth sail

Intressant från tillverkningen av Flat earth sail.

by Bengt Larsson at July 21, 2018 10:58 am
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Juni 2018

En månad till och ett halvt år av 2018 har visst passerat! med råge 🙂 Vi kom ut på mysigt midsommarfirande och en fin tälttur på ostkusten mellan Figeholm och Dragskär. Supergött väder och inte så mycket folk strax efter midsommar. I övrigt bjöd juni på lite skönt snorkelhäng vid Hovs hallar och mycket bad ... Läs mer...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at July 21, 2018 05:35 am

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!)

Friday night paddle - around Ruffle Bar

Beautiful post-work paddle tonight, nothing fancy, just out and around Ruffle Bar with a couple of clubmates. 7 miles and change at a good steady clip, a solid workout paddling into about a 14 mph headwind going out and then of course the reward for that is a great downwind run going home. I didn't take too many pictures but of course there were a couple. Note about the osprey photo I usually try not to get too close to osprey nests because they get worried about kayaks, but I didn't realize there was one on the daymark until we were flying past it on the way back to the club. By the time I realized it was there I was right next to it and the wind and the waves were carrying me on past at a pretty good clip, so I went ahead and grabbed a shot as one of the parents circled the nest with a fish for the kids. Felt bad about disturbing them but I was happy with the photo!

Only other shots were back in the basin with one of the folks I'd paddled with making a nice silhouette against the late-afternoon sun (turned into a nice sunset a little later, sorry I didn't get that but I got offered a ride back to my neighborhood) and then the little half-moon. Great to get in a nice simple paddle on a beautiful evening like this. 

by (bonnie) at July 21, 2018 02:52 am

July 20, 2018

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

A crossing to Eigg

Scotland's weather in Summer 2018 has been some of the best in living memory with long spells of settled, warm and dry weather. In the first part of June, Mike and I decided to take advantage of a settled forecast to make a trip which would involve a couple of long crossings.

We met at Glenuig mid morning on a glorious day with the temperature already in the mid 20's Celsius.  We were disappointed that our good friend Douglas didn't feel up to joining us on this trip whilst he continues his recovery from a shoulder injury and an illness.  Glenuig has been the staging point for many great trips over a number of years, and we hoped that this would be another one.

After a leisurely packing of the boats we got underway at around midday and paddled out into the familiar waters of the Sound of Arisaig.  A small breeze moved the air, keeping things from being really hot and encouraged us to hoist our sails to catch some assistance.

In the distance, beyond Mike in this image, lies the island of Eigg.  Our planning for this trip had been deliberately flexible; we would cross to Eigg, then let conditions and our inclination guide us for the remainder of the trip.  We discussed crossings from Eigg to Muck or Rum as possible options, but that was for the days ahead.  In the meantime there was the not inconsiderable crossing out to Eigg to be tackled.  The straight line distance from Glenuig to the coast of Eigg is 20km, but the crossing can be broken up into two legs by first heading across to the north side of the Sound of Arisaig before heading west to Eigg.  This option adds about 5km overall but breaks the distance into two legs with a break in between......

....and when the break between open crossings looks like this, why wouldn't you choose this option?!  Port nam Murrach is justifiably well known, it must feature on most tourist brochures.  A beach of dazzling white sand enclosed by arms of rock and backed by cropped turf, it's an idyllic spot.  In summer it's also very well visited by from land and from the water and can be busy - as we found it on this day.  At least 25 people were enjoying the sun, sand and sea on the beach, possibly the most folk I've encountered here at one time.

By the time we set off for the crossing to Eigg the breeze had died completely and the heat was considerable.  Fortunately after about half an hour another small breeze started up and moved the air; as a bonus it was from the east and we hoisted our sails to take advantage.  Our speed notched up and we would complete this crossing at an average speed of over 7 km/h.

We slowed our speed to allow the trawler "Fear Not II" to pass ahead of us.  Built in 1986, she's had along life of fishing northern waters.  Now bearing a Campletown (CN) registration, she originally had a Peterhead (PD) registration, as in this image.

We gave plenty of space before crossing astern of Fear Not since she was trawling at a steady slow speed.  She continued north towards the Sound of Sleat off Skye, her engines were audible for many miles in the calm conditions.

As we drew nearer to Eigg the detail of the east coast began to open up.  This was the only part of Eigg which Douglas and I didn't paddle on our 2013 winter trip to the Small Isles, and I hoped to explore this piece of the coast on our present trip.

Our landing point was the sandy beach at Poll nam Partan below Kildonnan.  It felt really good to arrive on Eigg - and we'd chosen Kildonnan for a reason....

by Ian Johnston ( at July 20, 2018 02:14 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Skön kväll i solnedgångsljuset

Igår tog vi oss en liten runda på Skälderviken. Var lite sent på det så hann inte riktigt se när solen smet ner. Så här års går den dock ner över land när man är precis utanför småbåtshamnen. Go liten runda på Skälderviken och på Rönneå i det goa kvällsljuset. Lite stökigt precis utanför pirarmarna ... Läs mer...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at July 20, 2018 06:46 am

July 19, 2018

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Caribou 495 – Jon-Håvard Hasle

Caribou 495 – Jon-Håvard Hasle

"Hei Bjørn.
Da var jeg endelig klar til sjøsetting av min utgave av CARIBOU 495.
Har dessverre tatt alt for lang tid med prosjektet grunnet mye jobb og reiser.
Vekt som den er her = 21 kg. 
Har brukt rød seder kombinert med litt furu og mahogni. Neste gang blir det nok gran til fordel for furu da gran er mer lik i struktur og hardhet.
Har hvert et spennende prosjekt, og det skal bli moro å få den på vannet på selveste midtsommeraften."

Caribou 495 – Jon-Håvard Hasle

Caribou 495 – Jon-Håvard Hasle

by Björn Thomasson at July 19, 2018 09:10 pm

Manolo Pastoriza

Travesía Guiada a "Illas Cíes"

Como en los últimos años, Jose no ha faltado a su cita con el Parque Nacional das Illas Atlánticas de Galicia.

Este año quiso volver a circunnavegar el Archipiélago de Cíes ya que las mareas vivas producidas por la luna nueva propiciarían disfrutar del paisaje desde otra perspectiva navegando por pasos que en otras ocasiones no es posible.

Salida de la playa de Nerga

Parte de la ruta aprovechando para disfrutar del paisaje, fauna y practicar algo de técnica.

Y un paseo por la Isla Norte o de Monteagudo del Archipiélago de Cíes después de comer en la playa de San Martiño en la Isla Sur.

by Manolo Pastoriza ( at July 19, 2018 01:00 pm

July 18, 2018
Kajak, Foto,Friluftsliv

Rotholmen med Nelo 520

24 grader i Mälaren då vill man bada !!




by Bengt Larsson at July 18, 2018 11:17 pm

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

Portsoy Traditional Boat Festival

Portsoy Traditional Boat Festival is held annually and has grown from a small event to a large celebration of food, drink, music, coastal rowing and of course traditional boats. This year's event was held on 30th June and 1st July and was the 25th festival, a notable landmark.  The staff of Mountain and Sea Scotland visited on the Sunday with a family group ranging from 8 to 80 something years old.  The festival occupies the whole harbour area, surrounding streets and the village green - and there really was something for everyone to enjoy.

We arrived quite early, and at low water which gave an opportunity to view some of the vessels in the harbour.

There were some absolutely beautiful craft on show, many of which would have been a regular sight when Portsoy was at its busiest as a fishing port.  Fish are still landed, processed and sold here; a fish seller has a shop in the newer part of the harbour.

In the very traditional harbour setting, the boats look entirely "in their place"

The coastal rowing races were a real draw, featuring crews from all around the UK and further afield - a Dutch crew were very much in evidence in the races.  This sport has really caught on and the numerous small harbours of Scotland's north east coast nearly all have rowing clubs and boats.

Boats are crewed by four rowers and a cox'n and race over a variety of distances.  A strong breeze and choppy conditions had limited the races to shorter distances arranged as out-and back legs....

.....which resulted in some close and exciting racing.  Crews are of all ages and compositions, coastal rowing seems to be one of the most inclusive of sports.

In the boatsheds near the harbour examples of traditional boatbuilding and nautical skills were much in evidence.  But the festival isn't all about boats....

It's also a celebration of the best of local food, drink and music.  Two full areas were dedicated to food and drink, with lots of food vendors on site to refuel hungry visitors.  On the harbour side, spars full of haddock tied in pairs await the magic which will transform them into....

.....Arbroath Smokies.  The haddock are cleaned at sea, then salted for a time to draw excess moisture from the flesh before being smoked in a half whisky barrel over a fire of beech or oak shavings, when the time is right the barrel is covered with a hessian sack to retain the smoke.  The result is sensational; tasty, fresh and healthy.

What these images don't show is the crowds of people at the festival.  We'd arrived early to avoid the busiest time but it was still a busy, vibrant day of sights, sounds and tastes. The music stage featured some great performances and by all accounts the Saturday night had been a real party.  2019's festival is scheduled to take place on 22nd and 23rd of June - it's a great day out.

And if all this nautical theme isn't for you.......

...then check out Hamish the "Coo Van" at the Visit Scotland stand!

by Ian Johnston ( at July 18, 2018 09:48 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!)

Still trying to keep the plastic use down...

Not the actual beverage in question - Chowhound's version looked fine! 

Just copying an update from Facebook. There was a period in 2015 when I did a few reports on my efforts to achieve a "Zero Net Plastic" day - I did eventually manage one but it's not an easy thing to do! I don't write about these much but I came SO close yesterday without really trying, if I'd just thought to ask for no straws. Next time!  

Very annoyed with myself - could've had a Zero Net Plastic day yesterday if I'd just thought to request no straw in my cocktail when I went to the Slainte session last night. I usually have a pint (they have a fantastic rotating selection of draft beers there, and if I'm not feeling adventurous, they almost always have Fat Tire) but I went with Dark n' Stormies in honor of the weather.

"Zero Net Plastic Days" are a personal thing I like to try doing that date back to the Polynesian voyaging canoe Hokule'a's visit to NYC during their Malama Honua worldwide voyage. In honor of her visit and the voyage, I started working harder on cutting down on plastic where I could - there were a few items where I knew I could do better if I was just a little more disciplined, like using my own containers instead of single-use clamshells, and carrying a bag for unplanned purchases of groceries and sundries (and not buying stuff if I didn't have a bag). As I got better with those things, I started looking for opportunities for "zero net plastic" days, where I was able to make it through a whole day without either acquiring or disposing of any plastic.

I don't really write about this much any more but I never stopped doing it, once I'd made the habit, I kept it. This is harder than you might think - there's always the Chinese food oyster pail that you thought was cardboard but turns out to be lined with plastic, or the decorative toothpick stuck in your sandwich, or the straw in your Dark n' Stormy.

I'll close with a link to an excellent article by Robert Haynes-Peterson, a Whitman College classmate of mine who has built himself a career writing about cocktails and bars - it's wild reading his Facebook page because he's always attending these spectacular events hosted by high-end distilleries and such. His friends from college would all be incredibly jealous if we didn't all know that he's a really good guy who worked his lemu off to get there - that being the case, I just thoroughly enjoy experiencing these things vicariously through his writing. He's been having some discussions about the no-straw movement in the hospitality industry with his friends in the business, and I shared his article in the comments on my post - I think it's really worth a read. Click here to read it

by (bonnie) at July 18, 2018 08:30 pm
Kajak, Foto,Friluftsliv

Nelo 520

Funderar på detta med surfski, var ute några timmar med Nelo 520 i dag. Nelo 520 är ganska stabil men lite topp rank men med bra slutstabilitet. I dag när jag var ute på Mälaren var det många båtar och stökig sjö vid några tillfällen. Oftast känns Nelo lätt paddlad när det är plattvatten men i dag var det nära att jag fick bada när det stökade till sig ordentligt.  Tappade lite av självförtroendet när jag kände att jag inte fixade det fullt ut. Tål att fundera på…

Nelo 520

by Bengt Larsson at July 18, 2018 08:26 pm

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

July 18th - Cadboro Bay (#51)

I went for a quick morning paddle, hoping to beat the wind, but it was fairly strong from the south and I decided to turn around at "island 7". I got in a little extra distance by touring the RVYC marina!
I also got to catch some nice waves coming back into the bay!
click to enlarge
6 km, YTD 402 km

by Mike J ( at July 18, 2018 10:51 am

Paddling Otaku
Otaku is defined as ' a Japanese term used to refer to people with obsessive interests'

Volunteers Needed!


No, really, I need your help.

With the pending release of my next book, "GO! Planning Weekend to month long Adventures" I am branching off into some new territory. While I have been teaching in the outdoors for close to two decades trip planning as a course topic is new. Eventually I would like the offering the course type in a weekend long, in person, workshop. I would also like to offer it in an online version.

Before I do either of those things I have to finalize a curriculum, and specific exercises for the workshops. I am in the early planning stages of that curriculum, but I want to test some things out. So I am looking for some volunteers in the central North Carolina area to do a one day workshop. It will give me an opportunity to play with the curriculum and see what resonates with students.

The best part of this is you can take this workshop for free!

If you are interested, drop my an email at AdventureOtaku(AT)

Yes, that is a new email address. Big changes coming.


by paddlingOTAKU ( at July 18, 2018 10:40 am

July 17, 2018

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

Cloudy on Cliseam

After a run of brilliantly clear sunny days, it was a surprise to wake up to a grey morning with banks of low cloud hanging just above sea level.  The forecast was for the cloud to lift gradually through the day and, hoping that this would prove correct, I set out to climb the highest hill in the Outer Hebrides, An Cliseam.

Most ascents are made from the A859 road immediately east of the hill, a straightforward "up and back".  This is the quickest and easiest way to climb An Cliseam, but misses out much of what's good about the hill.  I planned to do a full circuit taking in some of the outlying summits - and hopefully something of the view too.

I started out up Glen Bhiogadail on a well made track to reach the Bealach na h-Uamha (col of the cave).  At the bealach a view opens up down Loch Langabhat and across the rugged country to the north.

After crossing the rounded top of Mo Bhiogadail you're faced with a steep climb of some 300 metres to the summit of Mullach an Langa, the northernmost summit of the five which form the Cliseam horseshoe.  I was glad that the views were opening up a little on this climb - there was excuse to stop to look around!  Loch Seaforth is one of the most notable features of this part of Harris, cutting deep into the island.

I was marking the cloud level by surrounding hills, and true to the forecast the clag seemed to be slowly lifting.  Across a dividing glen the 729m summit of Uisgneabhal Mor was almost clear - which I hoped would mean just the top of 799m An Cliseam would be in cloud.

I eventually reached the base of the cloud just below the first of the narrow sections of the ridge, the 720m/2362ft top of Mullach Fo Tuath (the north roof), the cloud streaming in from the north on a cool breeze, quite a contrast to the previous days of heat.

There's a great section of walking along Mullach Fo Tuath and the cloud was continuing to lift, giving at least a clear view ahead and simplifying navigation.

At last, there was a blink  of sunlight and a clearance to the south.  This is a famous view, looking down the Sound of Taransay over Luskentyre - having paddled and walked in this area it was nice to get an elevated perspective.

A sharp dip in the ridge leads to the most technical section of the route, the scramble up and over Mullach Fo Dheas (south roof).  A couple were traversing the bealach, the only folk I saw all day.  The climb up to the summit of this fine ridge is easy and pleasurable, though with a strong wind blowing across the hill some care needed to be taken.

The descent to the bealach (col) betwen Mullach Fo Deas and An Cliseam is altogether more tricky; a steep drop leads to a pitch of about 10 metres which, if taken direct, needs careful downclimbing. I opted for a flanking move to the north side of the ridge where a small scratch of a path slants down before contouring onto the bealach. This flanking path is steep, loose and a little exposed, needing careful movement.

As I climbed the last rise onto An Cliseam the cloudbase had risen to just brush the summit.  The forecast had been absolutely correct and there was even some sunshine breaking through.  From muted tones and grey sky, colour was beginning to emerge.

The summit of An Cliseam at 799m/2621ft is the highest point in the Outer Hebrides and the only Corbett .  While they may not be high, the hills of Harris are rugged, often pathless and generally tough going.  A circular wall enclosing the trig point gave shelter from the wind - a summit view was so close, but the cloud just failed to clear the top whilst I was there.

My descent route went initially south east down the "normal" ascent route, with some great views down towards Loch an Siar (West Loch) and the Tarbert road.

Where the steep ground eases, I cut back left under the north face of the hill to gain a broad bealach, then up onto the domed top of Tomnabhal, which had granite slabs very reminiscent of some Cairngorm hills.  My route back to our accommodation would take me across most of the ground in this image, to the shore of Loch Seaforth.  If it looks a long way off, that's because it was!

An hour or so later I crested a final rise and descended wearily down the Harris Walkway path to the road.  I'd been looking forward to making the final descent on a good path, but the track is very wet underfoot, and this was in a period of prolonged dry weather.

The final 3km of my walk was along the A859 road in weather which had turned from the grey of the morning into a hot early evening.  You really earn your hills in Harris; my route had been 18 km with well over 1400m of ascent and descent - which is a lot for one Corbett - but what a great day out. 

The following day, our last in Harris, dawned fine and we drove along the road to get this image of the hill rearing into a flawless blue sky.

We'd had a superb holiday in Harris and Lewis; my hopes of experiencing the stunning light quality had been amply fulfilled.  It has to be said we'd been fortunate with the weather; apart from a day and a half at the beginning, we'd enjoyed dry, fine conditions.  It's a place towhich we'll certainly return.

by Ian Johnston ( at July 17, 2018 10:48 pm

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

Austpollen - Trollfjordhytta - Trollfjorden med turlaget

Jekta «Brødrene» i Trollfjorden
I mange år har jeg tenkt at turen med jekta Brødrene til Austpollen, for å gå over via Trollfjordhytta og ned til Trollfjorden for retur også med Brødrene, må være en fin tur. Den årlige turen med Vesterålen turlag er jo alltid i ferien min, så det har hittil aldri passet. Men nå var jeg hjemme på hviledag etter en todagers tur med packraft (kommer senere i bloggen). Da er jeg vel her også i morgen tidlig tenkte jeg, og meldte meg på da det ble lagt ut melding om at det var noen ledige plasser.

Jeg har nemlig kjøpt meg vanntett bukse i år, så det var ingen unnskyldning at det meldte litt regn. Utsikten var det ikke supernøye med, da jeg har vært der oppe før. Jeg vet hvordan det ser ut. Men det kunne være artig å se terrenget opp på den siden jeg ikke har gått før, og den nye hytta de holder på å bygge. Her har vi kommet til Austpollen, og de første blir rodd inn til land fra jekta.

Fint med en tur med Brødrene igjen, det er mange år siden sist nå. Flott båt. Er du nysgjerrig på hvor vi er hen på kartet og sånn, så kan du sjekke HER.

Etter hvert var alle kommet i land, og vi var klare for å gå. Turleder Hugo her med en kort briefing før vi legger i vei oppover.

Litt imot beregninga var jeg ikke helt blitt kvitt gangsperren etter forrige tur. Det regnet jeg med ville gå over etter hvert når man bare kom i gang. Bare å ta det litt med ro, det er jo ingen grunn til å stresse oppover - turen opp til hytta er jo det som er nytt for meg.

Det var en flott tur også, mye finere enn jeg hadde sett for meg - tross gråvær. Vi hadde noe sol i starten, men så skyet det helt over.

Er dette kvann? Det fins jo noen planter som ligner, men jeg mener bestemt å huske at et kjennetegn for den skulle være at blomsterhodet er formet som en ball, ikke en flat skjerm. Men det er så lenge siden jeg har smakt kvann at jeg tok den ikke lenger for sikkert på lukten.

Etter hvert kom vi til et flott vann der det var pause, før vi gikk på rekke og rad innover. Her var det et stykke litt ubehagelig bratt nedenfor ettersom jeg ikke kan svømme annet enn om jeg når bunnen, men det var heldigvis ikke alt for sleipt. Så det ble ikke videre skummelt likevel.

Etterlatenskaper etter fornying av kraftlinjer. Det kunne de godt ha spart seg, klarer man å få inn nytt utstyr, så klarer man nok å få det gamle med i retur også. Men det er muligens gjort i en tid der sånt ikke var så nøye.

Her har vi begynt på stigningen etter vannet, og utsikten har begynt å bli enda bedre. Men også regnet har begynt å ta seg opp, så det blir straks våtere. Etter den forrige turen var det rett og slett litt lite futt i beina merket jeg etter hvert. Jaja. Tregt, men ellers helt greit.

Det er hytta (i det grå)! Når vi ser hytta er det bare en liten nedstigning igjen, så er vi der. Her var det litt ur så det var lurt å være forsiktig. Jeg holdt på å få en løs stein på foten, men på mirakuløst vis klarte jeg å unngå det, uten å slå meg kraftig noen andre steder heller. Skulle gjerne hatt det på film og sett i slow motion...

Framme! Tid for påfyll av energi før nedstigning. De høyeste toppene var borte i skylaget, men jeg vet hvordan de ser ut så jeg bare så det for meg.  Flere gikk opp på høyden for å se ned i Trollfjorden, det gadd jeg ikke. Jeg vet hvordan det også ser ut, så det får bli neste gang i finere vær.

Her er nyhytta, som det fremdeles arbeides med. Men de har kommet godt på vei, det er nok siste finpuss og detaljer som gjenstår nå.

Det var for øvrig noen som var inne på et flykræsj her oppe, og hva Isvasstinden ble oppkalt til. Den ble nemlig oppkalt etter piloten. Jeg foreslo Wallentind, og det viser seg å være helt riktig husket. Vil du lese mer om det som skjedde, finner du noe for eksempel HER.

Noen gikk inn på hytta og varmet seg, mens resten stort sett søkte ly langs veggene. Jeg hadde tenkt å  kle på meg den langermede ullskjorta jeg trodde jeg hadde i sekken, men den lå visst i den sekken jeg hadde om bord i båten, den også. Urutinert å pakke så feil.

Heldigvis ble det likevel ikke kjølig å gå nedover. Her gjennom friskt duftende bregneskog.

Snø passerte vi jammen også! Det er nok senere på året jeg har vært her tidligere.

Mer bregner. Men helt greit å komme seg ned, spesielt med staver til hjelp. Det sparer upålitelige knær en smule.

Trollfjorden! Der venter Brødrene utpå. Da er det bare å komme seg ned bakken langs rørgata, den var i grunnen den mest tricky på hele turen. Men det gikk også greit.

Brødrene kom ikke til kai slik vi hadde regnet med, der lå båter i veien. Så vi ble rodd ut også, det er nå egentlig litt artig. En del av opplevelsen.

Det skulle ikke bli noe bevegelse før Hadselfjorden var det sagt, men da har man annen forståelse av bevegelse i båten enn meg. Så jeg var snar opp på dekk for å ikke bli sjøsyk da vi begynte å gå i retur til Melbu. Her passerer vi gjennom Svartsundet, det var kult.

Det regnet ikke noe særlig, så jeg holdt meg på dekk selv om det bare var en helt kort bit det var bevegelse (etter min definisjon, som kan bli sjøsyk under dekk på båt som ligger til kai). De som satt nedi gikk glipp av en fin tur nordover Raftsundet, blant annet dette magiske øyeblikket her. Nydelig lys og fint fossefall.

En god del av stasen med denne turen var nettopp at mye av den gikk med jekta. Om bord ble det servert kjøttsuppe etter turen, det var mens jeg var på dekk så det gikk jeg riktignok glipp av. Men den var sikkert god.

Her på vei mot Hanøy og Brottøy. Herfra prøvde jeg å være under dekk for å se hvordan det gikk, og faktisk så gikk det bra. Ble ikke sjøsyk over Hadselfjorden en gang, selv om det rullet bra en stund. Slett ikke verst.

Flott tur med Vesterålen turlag, som absolutt anbefales å slenge seg med på om man har anledning.  Er det knallvær er den så klart enda flottere. Veldig flott også at turlaget velger å bruke denne flotte båten, slik at det blir noen penger i kassen til stiftelsen.

For padlere kan det også anbefales å ta turen til Trollfjordhytta fra Austpollen. Man kan vel starte for eksempel ved Sløverfjordtunnelen, eller ved Holdøya. I det vannet vi hadde pause ved skal det finnes fisk, og det er ok teltplasser et par ulike steder. Absolutt et turalternativ å merke seg. Spørs om ikke det blir en 10 på skjæret-post her til neste år?

Takk for turen.

by Miamaria Padlemia ( at July 17, 2018 10:46 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!)

Storm over NY Harbor

Just having a little fun with EarthCam's New York Harbor cam as a big storm line moved into the area. Images downloaded from 2:38 to 3:04. Click on any photo for a slideshow view. Glad I am not in a small boat out there! 

by (bonnie) at July 17, 2018 07:16 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Hur löser man matlagningen om det är eldningsförbud?

Nu när det är torrt och varmt som tusan råder eldningsförbud på många ställen. Räddningstjänsterna varnar för att elda och uppmanar alla att vara försiktiga. På nätet, radio och teve berättas det om bränder och elslarv både här och där. Eldningsförbud gäller inte alltid bara för öppen brasa utan ibland är det förbud för öppen ... Läs mer...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at July 17, 2018 10:08 am

Kajakklúbburinn Kaj
Félag kajakræðara á Austurlandi


Kajakklúbburinn Kaj heldur kajaknámskeið nú í júlí. Fyrir stráka og stelpur eldri en 10 ára (árgangur 2008).Er frá kl. 17:15 - 19 þriðjudaga og fimmtudaga, Dagana 19., 24., 26. og 31. júlí.Kajakar, árar, svuntur og björgunarvesti eru útveguð af klúbbnum. Vera klædd eftir veðri, í strigaskó, eða blautskó og með húfu á hausnum. Gera ráð fyrir því að geta blotnað.Mæting í fjörunni neðan við Norðfjarðarkirkju.Námskeið kostar 5.000 kr. og skal greiða í fyrsta tíma.Skráning: Ari Ben 863 9939eða kayakklubburinn@gmail.comATH að síðast komust færri að en vildu því borgar sig að skrá sig sem fyrst

July 17, 2018 08:13 am
Kajak, Foto,Friluftsliv

Seabird Black Pearl HV

Säljer kajak 9500kr

Seabird Black Pearl HV köpt 2016. Liten sittbrunn. Kajaken är ganska stabil och lättsvängd. Är dock en lågvolym kajak så måste provas så att man verkligen passar i den,Jag är 180 och väger 90 kg. (fördel om man har smala lår)
Original sitsen är bort monterad då den har för hög bakkant för att jag ska komma ur smidigt. medföljer men är bättre utan om man är i min storlek.


(går i surfski funderingar, vill ha något som är snabbare än min Tiderace Pace 17))

by Bengt Larsson at July 17, 2018 07:42 am

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Frej – Gøran Føland

Frej –  Gøran Føland

"Hei Bjørn Her er noen bilder fra min nye Frej. Den er bygd i gran men uten stifter (kun trelim) og beiset med sprit beis før epoxy og glassfiber. Lukene er holdt på plass av neodym magneter Båten er en fryd og padle lett å rulle. Siden dette er mitt første båtprosjekt har det gått med noen hundre timer, men syntes selv resultatet er ganske bra. Kajakken er noe lengere enn på tegningen 5,27m. Med Vennlig hilsen"

Frej –  Gøran Føland

by Björn Thomasson at July 17, 2018 07:06 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Mon 16/07-2018 Day 258

Pos: 55.8963,-161.7850
Loc: Nelson Lagoon
Acc: Bering Inn
Dist: 38,1 km
Start: 07:10 End: 12:45

The final day for this leg with Michal! The weather promises playful paddling, following 15 knots wind on low seas and surf. The visibility could be better, but as we can paddle close to shore, no big deal. The only whale of the day was hiding about 10 m from shore, and seemed to be happy playing feeding there…strange! No bears today.

It was short time paddling in fast speed, and we were quite happy to spot finally some signs of civilization, antenna, roofs, and a driveway to the beach where we stopped. Easy landing through almost non-existing surf – this is how we like the Bering Sea!

We were expected by Justine Gundersen, a contact Tina Anderson from Sand point was giving us. As we were not sure where to find her, we simply walked into the village, saw a car stopping at the post office, and walked in. And there she was! A perfect hot on first try! Justine was so nice to get us a free room at the Bering Inn, some fancy Alaska guest apartments. So grateful! She was also extremely helpful with finalizing our flights out, to store our kayaks, and surely first to pick us and our kayaks from the beach! Without local contacts and help, my trip would be so much harder…thanks so much!

We spent the afternoon cleaning us and our gear, and packing what stays here and what flies out with us. We fly from Nelson Lagoon to Cold Bay to Anchorage, me to Seattle, Michal back to London via Dallas. Quite a trip…

I’ll be back on my northern section of my trip with Natalie Maderova, Michal’s wife, on Saturday, 28th! Paddling for another couple of weeks, freshly relaxed and fit again!

by Freya at July 17, 2018 06:48 am

July 16, 2018

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

Sea of Cortez, La Paz, will we ever paddle?

Having had our paddle last year surrounded by wonderful glaziers, we decided on sunnier climes for this paddle, La Paz, Mexico. After our Alaska trip where we flew in, paddled, then flew out again, we decided this time we would stay longer.

Finding my house on the interactive map in Schipol airport

Getting flights for when we wanted to go was easier than we thought it was going to be. Getting a place to stay our last week was easy, organising 2 days Scuba diving was easy, organising a days horse riding was easy, however, the main part of our time away was to go paddling - and this wasn't quite so easy, so much so, we were on the plane and I was still hoping we would actually get paddling!
After a very lonnnggg flight, we eventually arrived at La Paz. It was a bit worrying to see so many police in the backs of trucks dressed head to toe in black carrying massive guns! We did eventually get used to this.We were offered  breakfast at our hotel while our rooms were prepared (it was only 8am). It was great sitting in the heat watching our first Hummingbird. After we were given our rooms, we went in search of food. Armed with our trusty Spanish dictionary, off we set for the supermarket. It was surprisingly easy to get the food for our trip, with lots of small packs of all sorts of things that go into tortillas. After that it was so hot it was a necessity to get ourselves an icecream and beer!

Back at the hotel, we were shown our boats to check over, Ken's had no front bulkhead, but that seemed to be quite common for his size of boat! I was so glad we had our own BA's and paddles.
Next morning, as we were trying to get kit organised, water decanted into containers, all the gubbings we were going to need for our trip, the office was STILL going over our route. We had emailed our trip plans a while back, we had rearranged them at one point to take into consideration that they didn't want us to do a 30k crossing, but they were still suggesting different routes - aaarrrggggghhhh. The taxi had arrived at 9.00am to take us to our put in and papers were still getting signed!
Eventually the van was loaded with our boats, kit and 80L of water.
The journey was going to take 4 hours. Once we were getting near the end of our journey, the land was changing from cactus covered deserts, to rugged mountains with sneaky peaks at the sea in between. We arrived at Playa Loretto where our driver tried to get us as close to the beach as possible, taking us over some very soft sand, getting us stuck! We speak no Spanish, he spoke no English, so with a lot of sign language, we all worked together to try to dig and work the van out - to no avail! We were stuck! There was another truck on the beach, but no-one around. After more digging in the sweltering heat (still getting no where) 3 kayakers appeared across the water. I went to speak to them and was extremely relieved to find out they were from Illinois and the truck was theirs. The van was soon pulled out, we were unloaded, the boats reloaded,we waved goodbye to our Mexican driver. It was just so good to eventually be paddling!
WooHoo! Eventually getting paddling!
 We weren't paddling too far the first day (9k)  as it was now getting late, it gets dark by 6pm. We found a lovely stoney beach (Sparkly Bay, my name for it, haven't a clue what the Mexicans would call it), hauled the boats in, got our new tent up(replaced after all the pinging in Alaska!) and had our first gourmet meal.
Shiny new tent
Then we watched our first whale just off the corner of our beach, then before too long along comes a couple of dolphins.
Our first dolphin
 By the time we are finished dinner, it is dark. We soon realise that when it starts to get dark, it gets dark fast! We also soon learn to make sure our tent is up and the dinner made while we can still see, as soon as a light is switched on, all sorts of bugs and moths come out.
Dinner by lamplight
 After this we sat in the dark amazed at the number of stars, then were treated to a light show. When the fish were jumping they were sending out luminescent splashes. We had never seen this before (read about it) and it was just magical - no photos, but magical! What a great start to our trip!
Day 2.
Up nice and early (yes, me up early!) even though we had been woken up during the night by the puffing of dolphins close in the bay, just settled down, then a donkey somewhere decided to start braying!
The first of many cracking sunrises
We were treated to a beautiful sunrise. Had our breakfast and was on the water by 7.15 - am!
Early morning paddling
 This is unheard of from me! We were out by Window Rock by 8am. Window Rock actually looked more like an elephant.
Window Rock
 Lots of Pelicans here and lots of Magnificent Frigate birds gliding high above us. After that, we had a 16k crossing over to Isla Monseratt. From quite a distance, we could see "a something!"This shape would appear, then disappear after a while. This went on for quite sometime before we realised it was the blow of a whale..  It was reaching about 30' into the air and took a while to dissipate. This was why we thought it was the colour of rock on the island behind it or possibly the sail from a yacht, but as we neared it we were able to time when it was likely to surface again - we just didn't know where! We didn't particularly want it surfacing under us!
As we got even closer to the island a pod of about 30 dolphins passed in front of us, then an unidentified fin passed!!! Next thing we know, about 20m off to our left was suddenly a terrific "swoosh!" The whale had reappeared, the blow was MASSIVE and we could feel it vibrate right through us. It gently surfaced and seemed to keep going, we then realised it was a humungous Blue whale! I think we were both so excited, neither of us took photos (soon to be the story of this trip!), but just enjoyed the spectacle of this giant! Next time it surfaced it was quite some distance off heading north.
Doesn't look like a 16k crossing
We landed on Isla Monseratt, had a stretch of the legs and a wee wander around. It's a bit un-nerving being out in a desert with vultures circling around you - did they know something we didn't? Lots of Ospreys too.
Dry river bed
Left these shells behind, some were as big as my hand!

Lovely turquoise waters
 We had intended camping the night here, but the forecast later was for the wind to pick up a bit so after  lunch and a bit of a siesta we headed back across an increasingly bumpy 16km crossing. There ahead of us, again just where we were aiming was another blow. We kept on course keeping an eye on it. This one wasn't nearly as big as the Blue!, but probably still bigger than us! As we got close to the land, in the trough of the next (big) wave, I could see a large dark "thing" swim towards me. I did panic, thinking the whale was about to surface right under me! It did take me a few seconds to realise it wasn't the whale, but an enormous whale shark! I could have kicked myself (except I was still in my boat!) the whole point of coming paddling here was to see all sorts of wonderful things and not panic!!! The whale in the meantime had vanished - as had the whale shark! We did have another mysterious fin swim by us soon after followed by a huge pod of dolphins cutting behind us, charging through the water at a terrific rate. I was exhausted just watching all this wildlife. It was only day 2 and we had already seen the biggest whale in the world AND the biggest fish in the world - what a day it had been.

Campsite No2
More vultures
We found a lovely beach in Agua Verde, set up tent, then went for a lovely refreshing swim. We were in bed quite early. The early morning, a 37k paddle and all the days excitement had left me jiggered!

by Sarah McIlroy ( at July 16, 2018 05:26 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sun 15/07-2018 Day 257

Pos: 55.8963,-161.7850
Loc: rocky small headland
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 42,9 km
Start: 07:00 End: 15:45

Last night after I sent my update away, we had a helicopter flying low over our camp. We were told pilots use this side beach as visual “highway”, as we heard a couple of small planes flying along actually all days, lower or higher. This helicopter turned around, came back and turned around again, as if he couldn’t believe what he saw…

Today the same with a small blue plane…he flew low over our heads, I waved friendly but not too much like looking we were in distress, and he wobbled with his wings as a sign he has seen us. He turned around, and back…we must be really a curiosity here! Another plane did the same, but rather over land over a river, we were not sure if that was really meant for looking at us.

While the first pilot came today, we were just paddling along a small camp with two huts and two outhouses, located at a river. We just decided to land on dead low surf, when we spotted a bear mum with three cubs…hmmmm, better not here and now? On the other side, two new species of whales showed up at the same time, spouting a lot, but not showing much of a back or fluke, no fin, and rather slow motion swimming…strange guys…
We couldn’t really decided where to ok first – at the camp, the bears, the whales or the plane…too much entertainment on the same spot!
When I suddenly smelled a wave of really stinky poop air, I was convinced the four bears were the ones to blame, Michal was convinced it was the whale’s bad breath, as the wind direction was rather likely from there…but that *was* bear fresh poop!
We were discussing and laughing about this crucial question too loud, and “my” bears decided to see us and to slowly retract to the upper dune ledge where they showed up nicely in a shilouette for a while. Michal kept on chasing “his” whales and got some nice pictures.

Later, we saw another whale, and another bear mom with two cubs…some sea lions and otters, and a small baby seal on the camp beach leaving his trace on the sand while trying to hurry away from us.

We landed on a dead calm corner on lowest to no surf, the whole day was pleasantly calm and sunny, and accordingly we could also paddle close to the coast. Landing and launching was no problem at all. It was forecasted 60 cm seas, but some low to moderate headwinds, so when the tide turned, we had to work really hard today, paddling sometimes 3-4 km/h only, mostly 4-5 km/h. But most of our distance, we could paddle *with* the current of 1,5-2 km/h in low headwind, thank goodness!

On our beach, when we were looking for the final last glass ball, Michal guessed he found a small one in the typical netting, but inside was only left the bottom part…a clear sign we DO NT NEED MORE THAN 101 glass balls! This beach is rather sandy with a lot of rocks, so unlikely the glass balls “survived” here anyway…

Michal and I made the decision to end our mutual very pleasant trip in Nelson Lagoon tomorrow, to give Michal a few days to meet his wife Natalie before she flies out to me on July 27th, and myself a few days of recovery once more with friends in Seattle. I feel very happy with this decision, I need some physical and mental rest to start over fresh with my new and last paddling partner for this northern season, Natalie Maderova! She will stay with me somehow until end of August.

Today, I started to *love* this side of the coast also, the first two days were rather boring and stressful all together…today was really NICE! Despite I am feeling dead tired…when we came back from our beach walk, a bird has shitted white spots all over our tent – a sign of good luck for the future!

We will arrive tomorrow in Nelson Lagoon, a small village built on a sand spit. But it has an air strip! We are hoping to get some bush flights out on Tuesday, back on Juy 28th with Natalie!

by Freya at July 16, 2018 03:56 am

July 15, 2018

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

Preview of WHCA paddle display

I've been frequently mentioning the upcoming WCHA Assembly in Peterborough, Ontario taking place from July 17th to the 22nd. All of my paddle projects of late have been designs to form an outdoor display for this event. The display is now completed and will focus on  Historic Paddle Decoration to go along with my short presentation scheduled on July 21st.

For the display, I chose 10 examples of Woodland paddles previously discussed on this site which feature unique decorations as documented in historic artworks, manuscripts and museum collections. It needed to be portable for transportation so I started off with a metal sawhorse with collapsible legs. I have a set previously used to make a pair of elevated canoe cradles (post here).
Mastercraft folding metal sawhorse

A four foot piece of 1x10 pine was bolted on top and 10 little paddle stations were drilled out with a large spade bit. I also made a backing of sorts with some wood scraps on hand and painted the thing with excess black paint collecting dust in the basement supply.

Sturdy base with room for 10 paddles

Two, 2'x4' hardboard panels were used for the upper display and attach at the base with bolts and wing nuts for easy tightening. The boards were also painted black to serve as a backdrop. Images of various historic paintings were printed on thick cover paper, glued onto bits of scrap wood and then sealed with a slightly glossy varnish. These art panels were then attached to the hardboard with some industrial Velcro so they can be removed and reattached for transportation. Some of the art pieces were mounted on thick wood others on thin stock so they give the display a bit of a 3D feel. Hopefully, these will add some interesting context to the visitor.

Small panels of Historic Artworks

My two page article on the Schoolcraft paddle (Wooden Canoe - Issue 205, Vol. 41 No.1) has been put into a protective glass frame that can be removed and read for anyone who might be interested. Here is the final display all set up...

Completed display of 10 Historic Paddles

The 10 paddles selected for the display (left to right) are:
Codex canadensis paddle
circa 1750-1780 Algonquin Paddle
Davies' paddle from 1788
• 1820 Schoolcraft Paddle
McCord Museum Eastern Woodlands Replica
• circa 1850 CMC Eastern Woodland Paddle
• circa 1850 Mi'kmaq paddle from Anonymous
Krieghoff paddle from Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada
• 19th century "Delaware" paddle
Green Passamaquoddy paddle (Peabody Museum)

If any readers are planning to attend the Assembly, feel free to drop by to check out the display and say hi!

by Murat ( at July 15, 2018 09:05 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sat 14/07-2018 Day 256

Pos: 55.6780,-162.2787
Loc: open coast
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 44,7 km
Start: 08:15 End: 17:15

Rain, rain, rain all night with quite some wind. It calmed down around 6.30 am, time to wake and to get going! It was the question now on packing – how many of our precious 101 glass balls will we fit in the kayaks? We already had picked an old bucket from the beach yesterday to dump the surplus ones nicely in there to find for anyone else to stop by (which might be once a year if at all…)

But the magic happened: One glass ball after the other disappeared in both kayaks…and the bucket stayed empty! Hehehe…not 100% sure yet how we fly them out, but somehow…

Besides that packing fun, the paddling day was rather a gray rainy one with some bad visibility along some monotonous sandy coast. We sneaked out of the entrance relatively easy by crossing two tidal races with breakers on the outer end. It was bit scary, but with good timing no big deal. It was still flooding, so getting out of the entrance was slow. Outside, we had the pleasure of some following current, calm surface and swell from beind for until about 11 am, after 11 am, paddling felt like being in an endless lumpy tidal race, paddling on the spot, and was rather a pain in the ass.

For tomorrow, we will be on the water at 7 am and like to have the full six hours current with us, and hope to cover our daily distance mostly within that time. Much more clever…

We had to stay quite far offshore to avoid the wide surf zone, enjoyed a jumping whale for a few seconds, and spotted four big rocks on the sandy coast…rocks – here? No, they are moving…a bear mummy with three cubs strolled along foraging for food. We paddled only a tad bit closer, as much as the surf allowed us, but nice to see the bear family, even from the distance!

An hour later, we saw fat single bear…probably the daddy on his own stroll. Many sea otter floats everywhere. The surf looked most time from the distance quite doable, we didn’t worry too much about landing on today’s one meter swell. We decided to go in behind a wide river mouth, where it really looked like a calm gap in the surf zone…looked…when I was carefully approaching the surf zone, just the a HUGE set came in, I back paddled, laid on my back deck and could just about avoid to get surfed or trashed by three FAT ones…oh my! When they were through, I paddled in, got friendly surfed along with 16 km/h by a lower one and could stay straight just with the aid of my rudder. Nice to have one…I stayed ahead of the next three or four breakers, they did not do much harm to me, though I heard them crashing not too friendly behind me. One more lying on the back deck, one more hard paddling, and I was IN! Upright with not even a side broach or serious bracing…good skills, girl…but also a lot of LUCK.

Michal came in soon, but not too close behind me, also upright dry. Good job, man! But when we stood at the beach looking out, we thought as usual – never underestimate the surf…it was actually looking so harmless from the distance, so close…but it is a 500 m wide surf belt, with an outer nasty break, inside moderate, but the shore break has also to be timed. Not really easy, but doable – today…

We saw the usual bear track up and down the beach, no where to avoid those guys. We landscaped our tent space close to the cliff and left the bear track some space, just in case he likes to be back anytime soon…hope tomorrow morning the surf is low-ish and doable…

Michal broke one glass ball on unloading, but when he was out cooking, spotted already a replacement…I am not even going out tonight ffor searching, we have enough and it is so nice, dry and warm inside my bag while writing this…!

by Freya at July 15, 2018 03:42 am

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


Det var på tide å samle en 10 på skjæret-post til syntes jeg. Værmeldingen meldte fint, så hva med overnattingsturen til Åsand som Inger hadde vært innom tanken på? Joda, hun forespurte guttene og de var med. På kjøreturen ble jeg noe skeptisk. Riktignok var det ikke sol slik Yr påsto, men det var jeg jo klar over før jeg dro. Men underveis måtte jeg slå på vindusviskerne! Etter hvert var til og med veien våt! Nuvel, vi tok sjansen. Det var lurt nok, for det ble oppholdsvær mens jeg pakket kajakken.

Det var bare jeg som padlet, de andre gikk kyststien til fots utover. De hadde heller ikke hatt en dråpe regn på turen, så det var fint. De kom fram litt før meg, så her er Edvard allerede i fullt firsprang ned for å sjekke badetemperaturen. Jeg tror ikke helt vi har samme syn på badetemperatur, men det var jo praktisk da at han som ville bade syntes den var varmest, på en måte.

Her er resten av gjengen på tur. Nikolai, Inger, Edvard og Tobias, og Vilma på fanget. (Litt usikker på stavingen på et par av dem, det får man vennligst unnskylde hvis ble feil. Kan rettes opp ved beskjed i så fall.)

I tilfelle mer regn (nei jeg stolte ikke på Yr siden de meldte fortsatt sol når det allerede var overskyet delvis tåke) hadde jeg med tarp for å prøve i kombinasjon med miniteltet. Fikk greit til å sette den opp, men syntes det ble litt snodig sånn her.

Utsikten var grei nok da, helt ok å sitte her under og lese bok.  Havboka, det er liksom den som blir med for den er pocketutgave.

Definitivt lavt skydekke, men vi var heldigvis enda lavere.

Ett av lokkemidlene vi hadde brukt for å få med gutta også var bålpizza! Hvem vil ikke ha bålpizza? Det vet ikke vi, alle var med på den.

Dog litt kronglete å spise, for de ble ikke helt stiv bunn på siden de var så tynne. Det ble en liten utfordring å spise uten å miste fyll eller grise, men gode ble de! Et tips om du vil prøve det samme er å kjøpe fyllsaus på plastflaske med tut. Og topping trenger man mindre av om ikke alle vil ha det, så vurder om det kan has på mindre flaske. (Mindre plass, mindre å bære unødig.)

Det var forresten Tobias som hadde fått ansvaret for bålet, og det ble det godt med fyr på, god dreis. Mistenker at han har gjort det før. Her fyres det med litt dødt gress, sånn at det blir litt mer røyk. Det kan jo også være skøy, nemlig. Bål er alltid skøy. (Ok, ikke når det lager gressbrann sørpå i disse tørre tider, det er jo ikke kult. Men det er jo ytterst unntaksvis da, så vi regner sånn ellers.)
Her skimter vi for øvrig et telt og et par andre teltere på neste haug. Så pass stor er stranda at man føler man har den for seg selv også når det er flere her. Vi merket lite til dem.

Edvard bisto med dograving, det fikset han like bra som broren fikset bålet. Flinke gutter å ha med på tur. Ingen hadde måttet på do ennå, men det er jo kjekt at det står klart, istedenfor at fem stykker skal gå på do overalt på ei velbrukt strand? Dagens tips.

En i klubben kom nemlig hit og fant bæsj rundt i gresset der barna kunne funnet på å leke i fjor. Det er ikke særlig stas, og strengt tatt helt unødvendig. Her ferdes mye folk! Skal alle bæsje overalt blir det mye bæsj rundt om. Sånn vil vi ikke ha det, oppfør deg, husk sporløs ferdsel. Her gror det snart til igjen og ingenting vises, bortsett fra at det nok blir ekstra flotte blomster akkurat her når de tar opp gjødningen. Jordhaugen kan man bruke til å ha litt over hver gang noen har vært på do, så er det ikke videre udelikat heller.

Etter hvert tok jeg ned tarpen og satte den opp igjen andre veien. Dette ga mer plass under, til bagasje og sitteplass. Nå ble jeg ganske godt fornøyd egentlig, men jeg har altså ikke vett på dette. Tips mottas gjerne, dette er tross alt i godvær. (Men vinden bakfra, der tarpen er ned til marka.)

Her hele stranda, og vi så egentlig nokså mye av fjellet også selv om toppen lå i tåka.

Sjekk så fint da!!! Jeg sto her og tok bilder, så kom det et lysgløtt imellom skyene og ble helt magisk. Selve magien kommer kanskje ikke så bra frem i bildet, men det klarer du nok å se for deg? Eller ta en tur dit og se det selv. :) De gule blomstene overalt var bare helt nydelige.

En sandstrand byr jo på så mangt, for eksempel å lage ting med sanden. Her er floa i ferd med å ta over, men det graves og ble ikke gitt etter før slaget var definitivt tapt.

Som nevnt, litt gule blomster... Her løpes det om kapp før leggetid. Det blir det jo selv om det er lyst hele natta. I hvert fall når tante Inger får bestemme, og det gjorde hun på denne turen. (Heldigvis, jeg følger jo sjelden så veldig med klokka.)

Løp for livet!

Hvem kommer først? Artig for ungan. Selv leste jeg bok, og fotograferte heller. Tok kveld i høvelig anstendig tid også, jeg hadde ikke med så mye som en øl en gang. Like greit, for jeg hadde evig framtung kajakk nok, det var rett og slett tungt i motvind å padle hit. Her må det skjerpes for returen.

Jeg merket nokså tidlig på formiddagen at det hadde skjedd noe med været, for det ble plutselig varmt i teltet! Hallois liksom! For første gang i år, det var på tide. Helt riktig, sånn her var utsikten den ene veien.

Her den andre veien, ikke noe å stresse hjem etter akkurat. Tarpen hadde også holdt seg helt fin gjennom natten, til tross for en del blafrelyder. Jeg hadde ærlig talt trodd minst ett av festene hadde røket, ut fra lyden å bedømme. Men det var heldigvis feil.

Vilma var noe roligere i dag, første dagen hadde hun vært på alerten hele tiden. Nå hadde hun liksom sett ting før, virket det som.

Tilfeldigvis var det akkurat nok bunner igjen til en frokostpizza på hver. Pussig nok passet de fint i den lille stekepanna mi også, så vi fikk stekt selv om vi hadde brent opp all veden. Brettet over som dette var de lettere å spise også, for morratrøtte folk. Vi lærer etter hvert, får vi si. Veldig bra turmattips i hvert fall. (Tror jeg så det først i turmatboka Cecilie Skog og en til skrev. Hun er bedre på turmat enn prosentregning tydeligvis.)

Etter hvert kom det folk gående, stranda ligger jo på kyststien mellom Spjelkvågen og Straumsjøen. For mange ble det nok en fin pause her før de gikk videre.

Badstuovnen (steinhaugen i hjørnet med hull for bål nederst) står klar til ASKR sikkert kommer om ei ukes tid. Ei presenning over her og fyr i ovnen så blir det visst saker, har jeg skjønt.

Oi, er ikke dette ei reinrose da? Den var fin.

Overblikk over området. Ikke rart denne er populær?

Gutta ble litt teltboere utpå morran, så vi måtte finne på noe for å få fart på dem igjen. Jeg hadde jo dessuten tatt med noen smakfulle premier jeg ville bli kvitt. Her ser vi altså dagens konkurranse - om å først samle en av hver av disse.

Konkurransen ble tatt på høyeste alvor med kjempeinnsats fra klar-ferdig-GÅ! Veldig jevnt ble det også, skikkelig spenning på slutten. Men det var selvfølgelig premie til alle som var med, trøstepremier må man jo også ha for deltakelsen.

And the winner was - Nikolai! Tett fulgt av brødrene Tobias og Edvard.

Etter ei stund ble det på tide å pakke og ta turen hjemover. Utedoen ble lagt igjen etter oss, ingen som ser det har vært bæsja her. Med mindre man blir for nysgjerrig og graver seg ned, det får vi håpe ikke skjer da.

Alle gledet seg storveis til returen! I hvert fall bikkja.

Jeg startet hjemturen med å ta julirulla på både venstre og høyre side, men hadde så klart glemt å sette kamera på først. Helsikes.

I dag var kajakken mer fornuftig pakket, og vi hadde spist opp en del, i tillegg hadde jeg vinden i ryggen. Kjempefint utgangspunkt, og kjempefin tur.

Her var det ei fin vik med sandstrand som vinden blåste inn imot. Ypperlig for å øve seg på ting, bortsett fra at jeg ser på videoen at den blåste meg litt kjappere inn på grunt vann enn jeg fulgte med. Skallet ikke i bunnen likevel. Fikk rullet begge veier her, øvet litt sculling og sånt. Her kommer resten av gjengen akkurat forbi.

Skitt, hodet vil opp først igjen... Men kom meg opp likevel.

Etter litt øving var det bare å fortsette, før jeg ble alt for sulten.

Dette knuseverket i Kobbvågen begynner å vises godt på avstand også nå. Det må være mye masser de har tatt ut her. De holdt på til langt utpå kvelden og hørtes dessverre godt bort til Åsand også. Trist at de beste leirplassene skjemmes av slike ting, men det skal være veldig bra stein de tar ut der. Blir fine veier av sånt, sikkert.

Ut fjorden, mot Sandvika og Spjøten. Kunne tenkt meg dit også,  men det kom jeg på litt for seint egentlig.

Vel tilbake i Husvågen. Det ble en super tur med Inger og gutta, tror vi må gjøre det der flere ganger. Men da får vi håpe Vilma har lært seg bedre teltmanerer, og ikke graver seg ut gjennom nettingen. Herping av telt er ikke innafor, verken for to- eller firbeinte.

Takk for turen. :)

by Miamaria Padlemia ( at July 15, 2018 01:57 am

July 14, 2018

Björn Thomasson Design
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Frej – Johan Claesson

Frej – Johan Claesson

I början av vintern när det började bli väldigt mörkt ute kände jag att det vore kul med ett projekt man kunde fixa med inomhus på kvällarna. Jag har i princip ingen erfarenhet från att paddla kajak men dom 2 gånger jag provat har det varit väldigt kul. Snickare som man är så tar det ju emot att köpa en färdig kajak när man ser hur fina dom kan bli när man bygger själv. Så, i slutet av november beställde jag en ritningssats från dig och projektet rullade igång. Att vara i ett kallt garage va ju inte att tänka på, men min orenoverade övervåning va ju varm och go, och det fanns ju inget man behövde vara rädd om där uppe. Så efter ett mycket noga mätande att en färdig kajak verkligen skulle gå ut genom fönstret så bars byggmaterial och dom verktyg som behövdes upp. 4 månader senare lyfte jag ner en kajak som va klar för lackering. Det har varit otrolig kul att bygga och mycket enklare än jag först trodde. Dina ritningar är mycket lätta att förstå och man får många bra tips både i beskrivningen och på din hemsida. Jag har redan varit ute och paddlat många gånger och även övernattat. Jämfört med kompisars (köpta) kajaker tycker jag Frej, som jag byggde, är mycket roligare och lättare att paddla. Ett stort tack!!
Mvh Johan

Frej – Johan Claesson

Frej – Johan Claesson

Frej – Johan Claesson

Frej – Johan Claesson

by Björn Thomasson at July 14, 2018 08:03 pm

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

The stones of South Harris

Baigh Steinigaidh faces out to the Atlantic at the south end of the Sound of Taransay.  Heading on a straight line westward you would arrive at St Kilda some 70 kilometres distant.  Beyond that, only the wild Atlantic all the way to the east coast of Canada.  Small wonder that this beach gets some big surf, and on the day we visited, a fresh onshore breeze was bringing crashing rollers up the beach.  The settlement of Borve (Buirgh) just above the shore is the site of a ruined broch, and a truly astonishing holiday property based on a broch design.

In a field overlooking the bay is a prominent standing stone, some 2 metres tall.  It's the only remaining stone of a complex consisting of a stone circle, burial mound and circular ditch and has stood here for more than 5000 years.  Intriguingly, this is one of three stones overlooking the Sound of Taransay.  The second is on the headland which can be seen beyond the bay in this image, known as Clach Mhic Leoid (the McLeod Stone) and the third is on the east side of the island of Taransay.  The presence of three prominent megaliths in such close proximity shows that this area was settled and well populated 5000 years ago.

In Borve cemetery, among the stones is this one erected by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.  It commemorates Deck Hand Kenneth Maclean of the Royal Naval Reserve who served on HMS Venerable and who died on 1st January 1919.

The bare facts on the stone only hint at the full story.  1st January 1919 was a full six weeks after the Armistice which ended the First World War, and is one of the blackest days in the history of the Outer Hebrides. On 31st December 1918, HM Yacht Iolaire left Kyle of Lochalsh bound for Stornoway, packed with servicemen who had survived the horrors of the war and were either being demobilised or returning home to the islands for leave.  Just after midnight on 1st January 1919, approaching Stornoway in foul weather and pitch blackness the ship hit rocks known as the Beasts of Holm just off the harbour.

The ship foundered and sank quickly and in the dark and cold, 205 men died less than 200 metres from the shore.  It was a disaster which touched just about every community in Lewis and Harris - and the graves of the dead lie in cemeteries close to their homes across the islands.

We were thoughtful as we left the cemetery and headed to Traigh Niosabost, our favourite beach in Harris and a place Kenneth Maclean would have known well.

On our way back towards Tarbert, we passed what's arguably the finest view in Harris - and there are many fine ones to choose from!  Between Horgabost and Seilebost the road climbs steeply to pass over a rocky headland.  The view looking over Seilebost to Luskentyre where we'd been that morning is simply stunning.

The day had one final flourish; having been out for dinner we drove back towards our accommodation and were treated to a slow-burn sunset across the hills and the Atlantic - a super end to a super day.

by Ian Johnston ( at July 14, 2018 09:01 pm

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

July 13th - Buttle Lake (#50)

After spending three nights at Ralph River Campground in Buttle lake we stopped at the Buttle Lake boat launch and I went for a short paddle through the narrows. Conditions were very nice and I had fun exploring some of the islets. I could easily have spent more time, but we were on our way back home! Nice to have made it to 50 paddles in the year! I don't expect to make it to 1000 km or 100 paddles this year as I will be away travelling quite a bit!
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7 km, YTD 396 km

by Mike J ( at July 14, 2018 06:08 pm

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

Blåsa er sjøsatt! Ånnfjord–Olderfjord

Rederiet er nylig utvidet med Blåsa, en knall blå MRS Microraft S. Da er det jo klinkende klart at neste padletur må bli med den. Jeg pakket en del i sekk for å få det i hvert fall dels realistisk for overnattingstur, og la i vei.

Turmålet var ett av de jeg har fundert på lenge. Om man padler rundt hele Bø så er det ikke lange biten som skiller her. Likevel, det er litt i overkant å drasse på en vanlig kajakk. Kartet er ikke fullstendig, der sporet skiller seg til venstre, har jeg padlet langs kanten på et vann begge sider. Så jeg gikk fra hovedveien langs en sti, over ei myr, padlet et vann, gikk over en haug og ned til havet, og kom altså ned innerst i Olderfjorden. Så padlet jeg den ut til 10 på skjæret-posten, som jeg riktignok har samlet tidligere i år, men da kom jeg motsatt vei.

Det er litt enklere å stue en packraft i varerommet, enn å hive en over tjue kilo tyngre kajakk på taket. Definitivt.

Klar for tur!

Jeg hadde med kart og kompass for å teste ut om dette sitter så godt som jeg har håpet. Her vet jeg jo hvor jeg skal, men tok ut kurs og sjekket at jeg ville gått samme vei også om jeg hadde navigert etter kompasset. Heldigvis var kart, kompass og jeg enige.

Denne blomsten synes jeg er så fin, den var tydeligvis midt i blomstringen nå, for det var mange av dem. Liker seg godt der det er litt fuktig. Bukkeblad, tror jeg den heter.

Joda, kompasset ledet til vannet jeg var på jakt etter. Først over ei myr, bare. Sekken veide 12-14 kilo, i tillegg til altså en packraft på 3-4 kilo, ei åre på drøyt kiloet antagelig, så det var nå litt å bære på. Men det gikk greit, selv om den packraften ruver litt. Det var heldigvis ikke særlig med skog her på myra.

Da har Blåsa kommet seg på vannet for aller første gang! Det kjentes litt merkelig, men veldig stødig ut. Svinger minst like lett som en elvekajakk, så dette ble riktig så vinglete padlnig.

Jeg hadde stusset litt på dårlig plass da jeg satte meg nedi, og etter få meter følte jeg meg i tillegg litt naken. Jeg klarte heldigvis å legge det sammen, og padlet tilbake til land igjen. Det var nemlig flytevesten som lå nedi packraften istedenfor å være på meg.

Her med vest på, nå er det bare å padle til andre siden av vannet. Jeg valgte å følge land for sikkerhets skyld. Det skal være en solid farkost, men likevel.

Her utsikt tilbake til der jeg kom fra. Det er veien opp til Ryggedalstunnelen (tunnelen inn til Bø kommune) vi ser såvidt cirka midt i bildet her. Altså har jeg sett vannet en del ganger når jeg har kommet ned her.

Over på andre siden. Det var ikke alle steder det ville være like lett å komme i land. Jeg synes det er litt småkronglete å komme seg opp av denne farkosten.

På baksiden av det nokså kjente fjellet Ræka var jeg faktisk nå. Men nå finnes det to stykker som heter det, jeg er litt usikker på hvilken av dem dette er. Mistenker at det er den mindre kjente, Litlræka.

Så var det å få på seg sekken og traske 17 meter (litt mer egentlig, for det var en liten bakke opp først) ned til fjorden. Gå med sekk og båt var én ting, men det å få den på seg var i grunnen vanskeligst. Her er jeg kommet halvveis ned, vi ser til venstre det jeg har gått ned, og til høyre der jeg skal videre til vannet.

Olderfjordbotnen var i grunnen akkurat slik jeg hadde sett for meg i årevis.

Det var lite vind, selv om jeg fikk akkurat et vindpust nok før jeg satte ut, til å kjenne hvor mye vindfang det er i en oppblåst packraft. Det skal nok ikke mye vind til før det lønner seg å ta ut lufta og gå med den sammenpakket.

Sakte fart! Det kan du tro jeg overholdt, jeg roet kraftig ned... Neida. Det er altså bare rundt 3 kilometer i timen i denne greia, opp i fire hvis jeg tar i. Men ikke over! Ikke 0,1 over en gang! Litt frustrerende, men sånn er det bare. Den er ikke av de raskeste packraftene, som i utgangspunktet er en treg farkost.

Det ble en del vann på spruttrekket etter hvert. Tok ganske raskt på regntrekket på sekken, som lå fastreipet oppå. Må vurdere å få meg dryppringer på åra, så det skvetter mindre. For vannet rant etter hvert gjennom trekket og ned til der jeg sitter. Upraktisk.

Men det var fin padling utover fjorden, og veldig artig at jeg endelig fikk sett den innerste delen også.

Her er det mange forskjellige trær, som ikke er så vanlige her i området. Et arboret. Men det var folk på hytta så jeg gikk ikke i land for å se nærmere på trærne denne gang. Det har jeg gjort en gang tidligere. Ja, for nå har jeg kommet så langt ut i fjorden som jeg har vært tidligere, i kajakk, når jeg har padlet innover. Så nå har jeg omsider padlet hele!

Her har jeg også vært før, og bært kajakk. Det var betydelig lettere å bære packraften over. Jeg så forresten en rødrev ikke så lenge før jeg kom hit, men han var veldig skvetten. Prøvde å snakke til han og plystre, men han bare løp i vei. Ofte snur de jo og titter litt nysgjerrig, men ikke denne karen. Farkosten var tydeligvis veldig suspekt.

Så langt, veldig bra! Nå har jeg kommet så langt ut fjorden at jeg fant det like kjekt å padle innom 10 på skjæret-posten. Har vært der før i år så jeg får ikke notert meg for den en gang til, men det er jo artig å ha padlet dit med forskjellige farkoster, og både inn og ut fjorden.

Jeg var ikke helt sikker på veien imellom holmene, men kom meg akkurat gjennom her.

Vips, her er skjæret! For andre gang i år.  :)

En del av buskene nærmest havet er blitt brune i Vesterålen i år. Noen mener det skyldes sommerstormene, som har blåst saltvann. Svidd er de i allefall blitt i bladverket, sånn som her. I tillegg til at vintergrønt ble svidd i vår, av sol mens det var tele ennå.

Her kom jeg også akkurat gjennom. Det hadde nok ikke gått med kajakken.

En gammeldags vannskuter kom plutselig durende. Ja, for de nye skal jo være så stillegående... Heldigvis suste den bare inn og ut fjorden, og var ikke til så mye plage foruten de fuglene den selvfølgelig skremte vettet av.

Litt over halvveis på turen gikk jeg i land påå en holme, for nå var jeg blitt merkelig sulten. Hadde jeg ant hva klokka var ville nok det forklart saken, men jeg var jo på tur... Nuvel, jeg fyrte bål og slappet litt av i hengekøya jeg hadde med. Har man ferie så må man feriere litt på tur også.
Utsikten var over gjennomsnittet.

Maten derimot... Som et ledd i prosjektet kombinertturer til lands og til vanns hadde jeg med Real Turmat. Jeg kan antagelig bekrefte at sånt kan gå ut på dato, for så jævlig som den smakte kan den ikke ha vært opprinnelig. Det var helt for jævlig, og like uspiselig som den så ut for.

Utsikt fra køye. Men sola hadde plassert sesg på et merkelig sted på himmelen. Den skulle da vært et annet sted?

Siden maten var uspiselig satte jeg kursen i retur igjen. Man må jo ha mat, heldigvis hadde jeg hatt med et pizzastykke som jeg fikk klare meg med så lenge. Real Turmaten endte sine dager i fjæra, men tviler nok på at det ble spist av dyr heller.

Jeg var spent på hvordan bakken opp til vannet ville bli, det var myr og dermed veldig mykt å gå i tillegg til oppoverbakke. Men det gikk greit, om enn litt tregt. Jeg har jo ferie, så det gjør ingenting. Her er jeg vel halvveis cirka.

Ikke langt igjen nå, bare et vann og ei myr, så er jeg ved bilen igjen. Dette er det vannet som ser ut som land på kartet i starten. Nå skulle jeg følge land til venstre her i bildet.

En måke var så elskverdig å gjøre meg kraftig oppmerksom på at den hadde en unge i nærheten, så jeg fikk sett denne karen. Jeg tror måker er de dummeste fuglene jeg vet om.

"Gailla, her er unge i nærheten"
"Gaillagailla, nå er du nærmere"
"Gaill, nå er du lenger unna"
"Gaillagaillagaillagailla, nå er du tett ved!"

Nå er ikke jeg ute etter måkeunger, men hadde jeg vært det så hadde de ledet meg effektivt til den, og jeg hadde fått meg et enkelt måltid. I mitt tilfelle ble det bare et dårlig bilde.

Nå lurte jeg veldig på hva jeg har tatt bilde av her, men det er altså av at skydeket sprakk opp. Det var egentlig grått og trist da jeg dro på tur og fare for regn, men det ble en fin tur uten regn men med antydning til sol flere ganger. Det lønner seg som regel å komme seg over dørstokken og ut på tur, så er været mye bedre enn. det ser ut for.

Farta ser ut til å være høvelig det samme om jeg går på flat mark eller padler med sekk. Men padlingen er mye lettere. Så jeg vil nok foretrekke å padle i de fleste tilfeller om jeg har valget, med mindre det er mye vind.

Stort sett holdt jeg 3 km/t, så var jeg oppe i 4 når jeg peiset på med packraften eller hadde litt medstraum. Straks jeg hadde medvind var jeg oppe i 5! Da var det gøy! Litt bølger også, artig.

Så langt er jeg veldig fornøyd med packraften, ikke riktig så ille å ha brukt pengene på gummibåt etter å ha prøvd den. Men jeg har ikke kjøpt den med lårstropper, så den blir nok IKKE rullet. Har ingen planer om å velte i det hele tatt egentlig. 

Terningkast 5. 

by Miamaria Padlemia ( at July 14, 2018 11:53 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Fri 13/07-2018 Day 255

Pos: 55.4095,-162.672
Loc: Operl Island East
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent

no paddling today

One day off for recovery and waiting for good weather is fine on the beach, two days are usually rather a pain as it becomes mostly quite boring. As it felt today…we went for a short walk in the stormy wind, nothing exciting today, no more glass ball to find (and we didn’t walk further to search either…)

The pleasure of the day was to spread out our tresure of exectly 101 Japanese net floats glass balls, each about 12 cm in diameter, and trying to decide how many and which each one likes to carry out…a hard decision! We had eight of them with the original netting around, about 15 were rather blue and and not the standard green, but after all, they were rather of rough make and of idealistic value. we both had our piles of favorites, but reckon we have to leave a bunch back on the beach, to find for someone who might come over with a quad bike from Cold Bay. We had found wheeltracks, so people come here on this island to beach comb…!

Tomorrow, we will see what we really can fit in our kayaks – and what we both like to carry and to fly out! I tried to imitate the crochet-style of the original netting around the glass floats with a typical red/ white spare tent line from “Hilleberg the Tentmaker”- the knots look quite “original”! I might present that one one day to Petra Hilleberg…

Besides that, we were mostly reading/ sleeping in our tent, nothing really exciting to do today. We are very keen to paddle again tomorrow! The weather looks all right with low to moderate west wind.

by Freya at July 14, 2018 03:23 am

July 13, 2018
Lightweight canoe and kayak travel

Best Backpacking Sleeping Pad for Paddling

best backpacking sleeping pad

In my S24O: Kayaking Kit List article, I wrote about my future needs, “As I’ve gotten older I don’t mind sacrificing a bit of weight for a more plush sleeping pad. So, I brought a bigger pad than I have in the past. While not a huge deal inside the kayak, it is bigger than I’d like. I’d like to get a smaller sleeping pad that offers big comfort. If you have a suggestion, please, let me know in the comments.” I received a few emails and I messaged some buddies of mine to see what they suggested as the best backpacking sleeping pad for paddling.

From Max Watzke:


You asked for a suggestion about a sleeping pad. In my opinion, after more than 65 years going with kayaks on tour, I found the “Down Airmattress” from Exped is the most comfortable and in winter the warmest that I used ever.

After two tours on Lake Superior with a thin Thermarest pad I decided to buy a Exped Down Airmattress, it was a big difference. The sleeping on graveled beach was comfortable, no pain in the morning. I used the mattress also in winter on tours with dog-sleds in Northern Sweden, when we had to sleep in a tent. Minus 20°Celsius was no problem with cold from the ground.

I have to explain, I was born 1936, You can imagine, I am not young and I need a little comfort in the night in a tent.

From Explorers Amy and Dave Freeman:

Exped is our favorite brand. They have been very durable and are comfortable. Not sure about a model. We have a couple’s double pad (Amazon Link or REI) we really like and also Exped DownMat XP 9 with Pump that is filled with down.

Your Suggestions for Best Backpacking Sleeping Pad for Paddling

I’m still a bit confused about what air mat to buy. These are a bit different that the self-inflating pads that I’ve used in the past and the product lines from Exped and other brands are vast. I’m considering the Exped SynMat HL in Medium. It seems like a good pad for the money and weighs less than a pound and rolls compactly.

What are your thoughts?


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by Bryan Hansel at July 13, 2018 05:44 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!)

City of Water Day is here again! Saturday, July 14th

Sorry for the late notice - City of Water Day is TOMORROW, Saturday July 14th! The main event this year is at the South Street Seaport, and there are ancillary "In Your Neighborhood" events happening at parks and boating clubs all over New York City (and at the Hoboken Cove Boathouse, home of Ke Aloha Outrigger, too). We'll be offering kayak and canoe trips and sailboat rides from 9:30 to 4:30 (last trips launch at 3:15) at the Sebago Canoe Club in Canarsie; for other locations and activities, visit the Waterfront Alliance's City of Water Day page.  Always a fun day, and with temperatures forecast to be near 90 tomorrow, on the water will be the best place to be outside.  

by (bonnie) at July 13, 2018 04:12 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Kayak and gear transport Victoria – Seattle

Hi all!
Is there maybe anyone going over from Victoria to Seattle the next days, who could possibly take my two kayaks and some gear boxes along?
This would be greatly appreciated!
Please contact José Reyes for logistics.

by Freya at July 13, 2018 02:08 am

Thu 12/07-2018 Day 254

Pos: 55.4095,-162.672
Loc: Operl Island East
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent

We found over HUNDRED Japanese glass net floats on a STORMY DAY!

It was not an inviting forecast, south east strong winds 20-30 knots. South east means it is blowing perpendicular offshore to our traveling direction north east, which keeps the seas low, but would blow us anytime offshore. To prevent this, we would need to point the bow constantly to the shore, which makes it a solid headwind. When I woke at 6 am, it was blowing already 20 knots, going down for half an hour to maybe 15 kn, and blew soon again around 8am 20 knots. Michal raised only one eyelid when I told him we should stay, and turned around again, not even interested in the outlook for the following days…Friday will be even worse…though turning south west, it will be blowing up to 35 knots with rising seas. Saturday will be calm (and hopefully will STAY calm…), Sunday and Monday moderate headwinds. So far, so good. Our sore bodies didn’t mind a good rest already again…

I didn’t really sleep in, but went out to repair my broken front deck. The gel coat splits and peel-offs were right under the deck bag, and both sides about the size of my hand. A lot of bare carbon fiber, not soaking or leaking yet – but at the end, it was a shitty too soft manufacturing quality…
i opted to cover bot sides with a ten centimeters wide FLEX tape stripe, which did not look only ok, but sealed everything to the max and kept the gel coat in place. I felt not like operating with epoxy today in already 20 knots wind, rising… I also had to re-glue one of my under deck bag attachment points with Sikaflex, I hope it goes off the next two days to hold my wonderful North Water under deck bag in place.

Back into the tent for a late breakfast, I cuddled back into my bag to get warm again from the work in the windchill outside – and surely fell asleep over reading my e-book. Avalanches from Jill Fredston finished, now it’s a biography of Michal Jackson…

But around 11 am, it was sunny, and time for another beach combing walk! We planned to search for more glass balls, as we had found those from yesterday so easy! And I had found myself only one yet, while Michal had found six and gave me two to balance the treasure hunt a bit…thanks!

I was asking Michal about the estimated find for today…he guessed maybe ten…ok, enough to carry my empty back pack along! We shortcut to the spot we stopped walking yesterday through the mud flat gap. On minus low tides, everything was dry to the far max, inside the lagoon and outside offshore, too.

It was kind of an easter egg hunt for big kids “I found one!” “Here, I’ve got another one!” “This one is MINE!” “This far over there, this is my already claimed one!” “Here are two side by side!” “And here, look at that! Five or six within my view!” “And here!” “And there is one with the old network around!” “I have a blue one! (The standard ones are green)” The excited sprinting and happy shouting out didn’t end, we lost count who found how many and which one belonged to whom, Michal just stuffed one glass ball after the other into my back pack until it was full And now? So glad I took it along, but it had it’s limitations, and we were far away from finishing the exciting hunt already…I took off my rain pant, knotted the legs and it was functioning as Michal’s neck pack, very soon also full with glass balls. Then t was my too warm fluffy jacket under my wind jacket I sacrificed for the same purpose…we were joking which and who’s piece of clothing would be abused next as a carrying device? Until we are walking naked…LOL…? If nothing works, we would have to make deposits and collect them later with our large gear bags.

Yes, we gave it some thought we can’t carry them all in our kayaks, but maybe…and we can still select the best ones out of our pile…we were addicted to keep on hunting, and felt rich! But also like those fairy tale figures, who were stuffing the pockets and bags full of gold as much as one could carry, but at the end, they were heavily overloaded and so slow to become an easy target to be hunted themselves or to die…in our case, it was the threat of our tent flying away while we were out on the halfway sheltered beach treasure hunting!

Before we left, we had secured the tent with double guy lines attached to the kayaks, extra weights on the pegs and logs along the windy side. It was blowing solid 25 knots at that point…but it all looked well secured, and off we went.

We tried about three times to terminate our treasure hunt at the next log, at the red spot over there, at the blue buoy there…or we stop collecting when we don’t see any more within eyesight from the last found one…I tried to cheat with my binoculars…the final turning point was a change in the beach from a flat sandy half-dune foreshore area where we found most, to steep cliffs. Finish! (for today…) Heavy loaded, on the way back, we found even another ten glass balls or such, and were now rather moaning about who is picking it up not to have to bent over…

The way back was against the wind, I had my sunglasses for half-way eye protection from the flying sand, Michal had none and was suffering. When we had to cross the last mud flat to our tent, we had to walk backwards or blind to make progress, breathing was hard under the weight and in the now probably 40 knots wind! We prayed for our tent still being alive, and were hoping there was not a curse over hunting for glass balls…

The tent was ok besides one peg plucked out and one additional guy line was broken – enough to make it looking like a balloon on the way to fly off. We fixed the peg and lines, but made very quickly the decision we had to move the tent down to the lagoon side in somewhat better wind shelter. High time, and better now in dry conditions and day light than in rain and at night. We found a better sheltered spot down the dunes, trampled the high dune grass quickly flat, and emptied the tent while it was bulging to the inside way too much. While I was holding and folding the three bow tent sections of the tunnel tent, Michal plucked the pegs and loosened the lines – not an easy job to not get the tent ripped out of my hands before all three sections were folded and lying flat and safe on the ground! 40 knots are damn a lot of wind and a lot of flying sand! I felt sorry I didn’t bring my sand-storm proven swim goggles this time…The silicone coating of our solid sturdy Hilleberg Keron 4 tent got sand blasted heavily, but nothing else ripped or broke! But it was really time to move, if Karel’s forecast was for today 30 knots and these were probably 40, tomorrow he said 40, and what might come in reality??? No idea…

We managed to erect and to strap the tent on the new place with some effort and care, attached it to the kayaks and added some more wind shelter logs. All bags thrown inside like they came out, unfortunately with a lot of sand caught in all nooks and crannies…including sand in our ears, eyes, nose, mouths full of sand, Michal’s neck and chest (he didn’t wear a hooded jacket like me). Even when I went for the last pee outside, I probably got sandblasted on my most private parts…better back to the night potty inside the tent!!!

We could relax now inside, and shared a bag of blue berries to celebrate our successful tent move and glass ball hunt. Suddenly, Michal smiled, and said the blue berries look like glass balls…LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!! Yes, their blossom look just like the closure part of the glass balls…hehehe! We had emptied out my backpack, wind pants-bag and fluffy jacket-bag, and counted and gathered them all now in a large gear bag in the vestibule – we found over hundred glass balls!!! Some of them with netting around, some special colors and shapes…an amazing “treasure”…but how many will we carry out?? No decision yet on that one…we will spread them out later and select.

We cleared up the space inside the tent wile losing the fight against the sand inside. We had dinner, cooked in the wind sheltered vestibule…no way we would cook anywhere else…we selected an easy quick to cook pasta dish, and we didn’t give a shit about smell and bears. They are all hunkered down in the sand storm like we are…hopefully…

I was asking Michal if he likes to read my updates – he said no, I think I was there…LOL! He is actually making mostly his own notes on his tablet, to maybe write a magazine article later, or to post it later on his own blog. No need for him to post it simultaneously with me…

by Freya at July 13, 2018 02:03 am

July 12, 2018

mark tozer's blog
embracing the elements on the water and in the mountains

Leadership Development - Nurturing a Growth Mindset

Scholars are deeply gratified when their ideas catch on. And they are even more gratified when their ideas make a difference (Carol Dweck, 2016). The growth mindset concept is spreading and being embraced in a number of sectors as part of their curriculum.

But popularity has a price and people begin to distort ideas, and therefore fail to reap their benefits (Carol Dweck, 2016). For instance, some believe a growth mindset is just about praising and rewarding effort. This isn’t true for students in schools, and it’s not true for employees in organizations. In both settings, outcomes matter.

Furthermore, some organizations espouse an ambitious "adopt a growth mindset, and good things will happen" philosophy. Such mission statements are wonderful things, aren't they? You can’t argue with lofty values like growth, empowerment, or innovation. But what do they mean to employees if the company doesn’t implement policies that make them real and attainable?

Organizations that embody a growth mindset encourage appropriate risk-taking, knowing that some risks won’t work out (Carol Dweck, 2016). They reward employees for important and useful lessons learned, even if a project does not meet its original goals.

However, the following infographic serves a purpose in that it emphasizes a relational dynamic between the individual and the growth mindset concept (Steve Wood, 2018). In that, no matter what stage of your career you are in, nurturing and preserving your own growth is absolutely essential, rather than devolve that responsibility to the organization you are part of. In that way, you are more likely to be an agent of change as a leader as well as be better invested as an active follower within your team.

Such are my thoughts on the matter, for now...

by Mark Tozer ( at July 12, 2018 06:00 pm

Paddling Otaku
Otaku is defined as ' a Japanese term used to refer to people with obsessive interests'

The future of PFD design

As you know I am a stickler for the use of PFD's. It is far too easy to die in the water if you aren't wearing one. Even if you are a strong swimmer. The single biggest hurdle to getting people to wear pfd's is fit. To a lesser degree, they need to look cool, but really it is fit. They have to be comfortable when you are wearing them, or you won't wear them. PFD design is something I have been thinking about for a while, I have recently felt like a revolution in PFD design is right around the corner, and this morning I saw the first sneak peak. But first, a little of my personal history with PFD's.

Before I was an outdoor educator I worked in the photography industry (and film production before that.) I lived in New York City's West Village in a tiny apartment up a flight of stairs. I was already a kayaker but obviously couldn't store a seventeen foot touring kayak in my small apartment - it would actually fit in the apartment but there was no way to get it in the door! So what I did was rent kayaks as often as I could. Two or three times a month I journeyed out to Long Island and rented kayaks. Inadvertently this gave me a great background in how different boats paddled. What I did to make this a little more fun, was I bought myself a nice PFD and paddle, that I would travel with.

My first PFD was a Lotus designs Locean. It was side entry, and low profile and had a good pocket arrangement, and I loved it. I wore it long past when I should have retired it.

The reason I wore it as long as I did was I couldn't find a PFD to replace it that was of equal quality and fit. Lotus had been bought by Patagonia and within a few years had been shut down, and then Patagonia for out of the paddling business - which is a shame because they made some great paddle gear. It wasn't until I found the Astral Buoyancy 300r whitewater vest that I knew I had a replacement. I later learned that the reason that I liked the 300r - and Astral products in general - is that the founder, Phillip Curry was also the founder of Lotus designs. I then moved on to the Seawolf from Astral - which is the non-rescue version of the Greenjacket. Clearly Mr. Curry's design ethics sing to me. 

But part of the reason that people don't like PFD"s is that they look bulky - all pfd's do. I have never worn a PFD that was as comfortable as my Seawolf, but from the outside it looks uncomfortable and that is enough  reason for people to not try them on, let alone wear them. We need to fix that, and that is where the future of PFD's is headed. It should be near invisible when I am wearing it, but offer enough flotation and protection when I need it. 

Which is where I was mentally, this morning, when the following things occurred. I am following two women on Instagram who are doing the inside passage, their username is @paddlingnorth which is very similar to the title of the short films I released after my trip on the inside passage. They were called Paddle North. These two ladies are using drysuits made by Mustang Survival. Mustang Survival is famous for making what people call "Gumby Suits." Which are ocean going survival suits. Your oil tanker sinks in a hurricane in the North Atlantic, you put on a gumby suit and jump overboard. The suit keeps you warm and floating until the Coast Guard comes and saves you. 

The part of this that surprised me, was that I didn't know that Mustang made paddling Dry Suits. I know that a good function drysuit is hard to make, and that it is way more difficult than making a racket and pants for paddling. I also thought I knew everyone that made paddling drysuits, so I headed over to Mustangs Survivals website, and it turns out they don't make Paddling dry suits, yet. The Paddling North ladies are using prototype suits. Which is cool, something new is coming to market. But while I was on Mustangs website I realized that they are branching out to a lot of markets besides survival. The first thing I saw was this amazing sailing gear! Check out this Ocean Racing Drysuit!

This is the Darth Vader Suit of extreme ocean sailing! I'm telling you, this is going to end up in a sci fi movie. Okay, but then I found this. 

This is a combination of two things. The ugliest PFD I have ever seen - okay, maybe that is a little harsh, but it's boring, that front pocket seems useless, it doesn't have a real lash tab, and the adjustments on the side and top are lazy design. Sorry Mustang Designers, but unlike Gear Junkie I tell the truth. So ugly is the first thing, but what is the second thing? I said a combination of two things. Well, it is BRILLIANT! This ultra thin, and low profile PFD offers traditional foam floatation - albeit not much of it - but then offers the ability to inflate via co2. So it can be invisible (almost) until you need it to save your life. After pulling a handle the front of the PFD expands dramatically (it looks like a small section behind the head also inflates) increasing the amount of floatation. 

Here it is in action.

This idea is brilliant. But I would love to see what a designer like Phil Curry could do with this concept. Their target audience is SUP and Kayak, but for me as an educator it doesn't offer quite enough of a feature package to make it work for my day to day. But I suspect people will jump on this idea and run with it.

Apologies to Mustang for being a little harsh on the design, but those were my honest first thoughts. Want to change my mind? Send me one and I will review it here. An honest review. You could also send me one of those Darth Vader suits.

by paddlingOTAKU ( at July 12, 2018 05:00 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Wed 11/07-2018 Day 253

Pos: 55.4095,-162.672
Loc: Operl Island East
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 59,7 km
Start: 07:55 End: 18:50

Ok, yes, the sea calmed down from last night’s scary view and the last three day’s up to 3,5 m seas..but the forecasted 1 m to 0,80 cm were not really visible here yet. The tide was falling, and on the first view out of the tent and on packing it didn’t look too bad…we both guessed it will be tough, but doable. It HAD to be doable! It was dead calm wind all day, dry, and the announced low seas must show up somewhere somehow…but not here yet. When we dubbed the seas yesterday (forecasted 1,30 m..) as still 3-3,5 m, today it looked like maybe 2 m.

We packed silently, I felt scared, Michal named it anxious…when it came to the crucial question in which order to launch, Michal volunteered quickly to go first…I was ok with that, I must have had more launchings like that…but Michal was the stronger one…

I couldn’t help him much besides holding him straight and giving a small push once he closed the deck. Michal hurried to pull the rudder out with the string to be at least maneuverable, successfull only after the second hard pull. But don’t even think it was possible to time the launch…once you were approaching the nasty BIG one after timing and/ or fighting through three or four smaller ones, it was just pure luck how the big one came down. Michal had to wait/ brace out or trash through about 15 – 20 breakers while getting washed to the east, before he could break through the crucial BIG breaker on a smaller set. Shitty hard work, which I was watching from the shore with a pounding heart…hope he won’t capsize, bail out or getting fully trashed! And soon it will be my turn…

I had it a bit harder to get into my kayak without getting flooded, or washed sideways before I got afloat. I had to get out a couple of times, and to empty my kayak twice, once after it got trashed up the beach upside down and rolled up the paddle stuck under the front bungee holder. I was worried about my paddle breaking, but could retrieve it in one piece from under the heavy kayak. I noticed later my front deck got heavy cracks and huge flakes of gelcoat broken off despite my deck bag with a water bag inside should have padded it once getting rolled up the beach? No idea when and with what impact it did happen? Maybe my contact tow carabiners clipped to each side of my deck net did the job? It didn’t look like it was leaking. After I got eventually afloat, I tried to time or punched hard through and over a bunch of smaller breakers, but when I reached the monster one, I couldn’t avoid to get it full shower. I ducked down, but 2 m of a just perfectly breaking wave on top of me washed me with one huge back surf stern high up the beach, and all my hard gained distance was gone! At least I stayed upright…

I was contemplating to unload again and to carry everything about 1 km down to behind the small reef, but after regaining breath, energy and emptying my kayak another time, I decided to give it another try to launch. Michal was floating meanwhile far offshore, waiting for me and probably quite worried. In case of a serious problem, we would have called each other on the radio.

My second launch attempt looked more successful, my rudder was at least half-free to keep the kayak straight, and I was lucky to have a smaller set upfront me. Still about five or six fat body washes, three jumps just over the crest of some breakers, but I made progress and got out, no capsize, no backwash…Yahoo!

We reunited offshore, and my adrenalin level slowly lowered again after exchanging experiences with Michal. What a nasty launch it still was – for both of us! My front deck didn’t look to bad besides the damages, it should not leak, but surely is very soft now.

We started paddling on decent calm surface water but with still 2 m swell. Michal kept his PFD on for the next 18 km…and then he went back to “normal” topless paddling after he go hot…

We came across many huge floats of sea otters, a few small porpoises and the odd sea lion. But suddenly, Michal said a word to me which I didn’t really understand, and pointed to my right. What s there to be seen? I looked again at Michal, and he gestured two long tusks in his face…two fat walrusses!!! i couldn’t believe it!!! I knew at some point they would be in the arctic – but HERE already? Two huge faces with long whiskers and two long tusks hanging typically down, both swimming side by side…I assume their bodies were larger than a huge male sea lion. AMAZING!!!

Excited chatting for a while, Michal later told me the name of the ancient non-existent any more village at our haul-over spot had the Russian name Morzhovoi Bay, translating to “Walrus Bay”…ok…that must be for some reason then?

We soon came to the first entrance to that big lagoon – on the outgoing tide, all was full of breakers everywhere…not inviting to find our way in. The same with the second entrance. But the third one will be ours! The tide was going in, it was much wider and looked like it was breaking rather deep inside on some shores…but we must be able to find an unbroken channel to land behind one of the land spits in calm water?

I was guiding us with the help of my relatively precise GPS chart and my “smell” and experience for such complicated bay entrances safely between two crazy criss-cross splashing-breaking reefs to unbroken water and around a corner into a dead calm landing. Good job, girl…I was quite proud of myself…Michal obviously trusted my GPS and intuition and followed in decent distance (in case one of us gets trashed…). We smiled at each other when we felt safe, and wee just happy we were in!

Camping on a high dune, we could overlook the sea entrance and some shallow lagoon corner. We hurried to do a beach combing walk, keen to find more Japanese glass floats…and there was one! Michal had found his second one of the trip…i was envious…he calmly pointed out another one which I was allowed to pick up…and another one…but the next one was MINE! Even half-water filled…still Michal found two more, with still some intact netting around! makes six small floats for today, plus the one from yesterday! Wow!

We also found a bunch of bear tracks, a fox with his tracks – and wheel tracks! People from cold Bay must be beach combing here also, dumping the quad bike with a landing boat to this island. Must be a well-worth past time for the locals!

Dead tired now, not really sure about the weather forecast for tomorrow…we’ll see on Karel’s update!

Karel, could you please send three more days of fore cast? Thanks so much!

by Freya at July 12, 2018 07:19 am

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!)

Fourth of July Swim at Coney Island

Oh, I sort of forgot I had these photos from the morning of the 4th of July all loaded up here and ready to go! The symposium was FABULOUS and I'll try to write about that soon, but in the meantime, here are these!

Some of the CIBBOWS folks like to get together on Friday mornings for Friday early morning sunrise swims (FEMSS for short) during these long days of summer, and although I'm absolutely not an early-morning person I've always thought that sounded like a pretty cool way to start the day. I was never quite sure how the timing was going to work out with getting home, getting showered, and getting to work, so when a July 4th edition was announced, I decided that would be the perfect chance to give it a test run.

Unfortunately, surprise, surprise, I overslept my alarm and was finally rousting myself out of bed at 5:30, which was the exact time swimmers were supposed to be gathering for the swim. I thought about just turning off the alarm and sleeping in, but part of the appeal was that the weather had looked just perfect, so I ended up deciding that I could still check out the early-morning travel timing and maybe still get in at least a little bit of a swim.

As it worked out, I got there just as the swimmers were heading for breakfast. They invited me along for breakfast at the classic Parkview Diner, suggesting that I could do that and still go get my swim in with the CIBBOWS crew that was bound to start forming up at Grimaldo's Chair down at Brighton Beach. That sounded like a great idea, so that's exactly what I did, and it worked out really nicely.

Breakfast was delicious, and so was the water temperature as I set off on my swim an hour or so later. I'd gone swimming the weekend before, too, and was a little annoyed at myself when I measured out my distance afterwards and found I'd swum 9/10ths of a mile - if I'd just kept going a little longer! - so this time I set out thinking I'd do a mile. However, plans changed when I got to the same jetty as I'd swum to on Sunday and found a miniature version of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch had collected in the eddy behind it. Blech! There was a plastic bag there, of course, so I just grabbed that and started swimming around stuffing bits of plastic into it until I had a bagful, which I took up to one of the garbage cans on the beach.

That didn't take all that long, but when I finished that project I decided to bail on the mile, since I had plans for later in the day and needed to get home to shower and maybe grab a little short nap. Current whooshed me back to the chair and I gathered up my stuff and said goodbye. Perfect morning!

And the afternoon was fun too. Remember the Mummenschanz? I loved them on the Muppet Show lo those many years ago, never would've guessed that they were still around, couldn't believe it when my friend Mandy asked me if I wanted to go see them! We'd been planning on getting together for dinner and something on the Fourth, we decided to catch a Mummenschanz matinee for the and-something. They're still absolutely charming.

No fireworks, but really can't imagine a much better 4th of July!

All pix after this, click on any photo for a slideshow view. 

by (bonnie) at July 12, 2018 03:00 am

July 11, 2018

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.

Obserer les baleines à au moins 100 mètres de distance, partout au Canada

by Marie-Ève Muller - baleines en direct at July 11, 2018 11:00 pm

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland

A shimmering at Scarasta

After visiting the beach at Luskentyre, we headed south towards Leverburgh. Along the way we came to a broad inlet near Northton bounded by salt marsh which is an uncommon habitat in Harris. 

The tide had receded and across the partially flooded flats the hill of Ceapabhal near to Toe Head seemed to float on the water.  More remarkable was the view back towards Traigh Sgarasta (Scarasta beach).....

Bordered by saltmarsh turf, a broad sweep of white sand led the eye out to the dunes, visible as a line on the horizon shimmering in the heat haze.  Beyond, and not picked up by the camera, was a subtle optical effect with the surf rollers appearing to be above the dunes.

Whichever way we tried to capture this view, we failed to match the image we could see in front of us.

A line of wet sand reflecting the blue of the sky added another element, emphasising the refraction of the dunes into the air and the mirage effect.

The sense of space here was really remarkable, the view so broad that the eye had difficulty resolving the horizontal elements - we even thought we could detect a slight curvature to the horizon line - or was that an optical illusion too?

by Ian Johnston ( at July 11, 2018 07:13 pm


Un nuovo viaggio estivo è alle porte...

Ci siamo quasi.
Anche quest'anno partiamo per uno dei nostri viaggi estivi in kayak da mare. In Grecia, what else!
Torniamo a pagaiare nel Nord Egeo, dopo l'esperienza a Lesbo nel 2014 e all'Eubea nel 2013, e ad una più breve nel luglio 2013 a Skopelos & Skiatos, nell'arcipelago delle Sporadi settentrionali.
L'intento stavolta è quello di costeggiare la penisola Calcidica e poi, se ne avremo il tempo, di circumnavigare anche le tre isole di Taso, Samotracia e Lemno (e magari anche la più piccola e meridionale di Agiostrati!). Contiamo di girovagare per un paio di mesi.
Però non sappiamo ancora bene quando riusciremo a partire.

E' tutto pronto (o quasi) e abbiamo già lasciato Legnano alla volta di Latina, dove abbiamo deciso di trasferirci in pianta stabile, per stare più vicino al mare e alla famiglia. Solo che c'è venuta la brillante idea di comprare una casa-capannone alle porte della città, nel bel mezzo della pianura pontina, e ci sono miliardi di cose da sistemare prima di poterci allontanare...
Non appena avremo comprato il biglietto del traghetto per la Grecia, aggiorneremo solo il blog dedicato al nuovo viaggio, che vi invitiamo a leggere:

by Tatiana Cappucci ( at July 11, 2018 01:00 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

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by Erik Sjöstedt at July 11, 2018 10:05 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Tue 10/07-2018 Day 252

Pos: 55.1129,-163.3010
Loc: Far east corner of Bechevin Bay
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 32,4 km
Start: 09:10 End: 16:00

Sunday and Monday was strong wind forecasted, but at False Pass village we didn’t feel it. Today was also strong wind announced, west 20-30 knots, we decided to paddle in the sheltered Bechevin Bay behind False Pass – and had to work harder than expected, as it was rather a wnw wind and about 10 degrees off to help us. Anyway, it was rather the current which helped us, and the bothersome wind was just there to annoy us. Seas inside where whipped up a little choppy, but nothing special. Some nasty rain, a bit of sun.

A cute little Teddy bear face was rising out of a blooming meadow just behind the village – just like the little Teddy out of the advertising for the German “Bärenmarke” condensed milk. As soon as he saw us, he was simply sitting down, and watched, without being able to get scent or noise from us in the strong offshore wind. We passed too quickly to bother him much and he strolled off at some point.

We decided not to aim for the exit but rather for the far east side of the bay and to haul over. We passed the spit of the south eastern one of the two Isanotski Islands too close in the hope of a restful landing, but unfortunately caused a stampede of the about 200 resting seals and sea otters. Both species were living nicely mixed together on the rocky and cobble stone beach, interesting! We opted not to land, and kept on paddling in the very strong just-about-side-wind with good current.

The last shore corner into the far bay gave us some hard work, before we finally got blown into the far end of the bay. But we arrived too early…no kelp, but dense sea weed floated on the surface on still too low tide. And it surely became more shallow…and more…the tide did not follow us fast enough. We eventually aimed for the northern, wrong side of the bay, and got almost stuck…we had to change direction quickly, to get out and to drag our kayaks about 750 m over too shallow water and sea weed back to the south eastern coast, where there was a deep water channel until we could paddle again to the rocky end. I should have known that…but standing up, it looked like that southern side was also closed up with shallow water and sea weed…but I think it was a through-going deep water channel.

Now, that dragging sounds so nice and easy…but for the first about 250 m, we were trying different methods of getting the kayaks moving. It was not simply walking along and keeping the kayaks afloat…First we left one kayak behind, and opted to drag the other with both of us, while using the paddle as walking poles to prevent to sink too deep into the mud. It seemed for me too scary, to walk back to the left behind kayak, and to sink in the mud without possible hold, so we took both kayaks at once, but one after the other with a kayak length each. I was pushing on cockpit and bow hatch, supporting my body weight with the half afloat kayak while pushing to prevent to sink in too deep. Michal dragged the bow line and didn’t mind too much to walk and sink – besides working hard. My South American experience of mud walks made me scared to sink that deep I can’t get my legs out any more…once in SA I thought I needed to cut my leg of my dry suit and to leave the suit leg and boot sucked deep down…after long time an hard work I eventually could free my leg…

The water got slightly deeper, so we opted now to each move our own kayaks, and Michal kept on walking on the muddy surface with sinking a lot, and dragged his kayak on the bow line behind him. I stayed with my method of supporting my body weight while pushing…after maybe half an hour nasty work, we could jump back in the kayaks and paddle to the rocks on the far end of the bay.

We left the kayaks on the wet sand, stuffed all food away and closed the boats. Just as we set off to explore the path to haul over the dunes to the open Bering Sea, I spotted a BIG BEAR on the sea side of the bay, slowly sniffing and foraging his way to the bay entrance, away from us…we let him be, armed us as usual with bear spray, and headed to the dunes to have a peep on the sea state.

We even found a quad bike track over, which made walking a bit easier…once we were almost up, we thought we heard an engine…a quad bike coming to our help?? No, it was just the still roaring and raging sea…OMG!!! HFS!!! (If anyone needs translation: OH MY GOD! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!) “Is This the Sea?”…the Bering Sea with Bristol Bay, with 2 m swell? Ok, the last three days were nasty, with seas up to 3,5 meters, and strongest winds up to 40 knots…today the onshore north west wind was still up to 30 kn strong…so how can the sea and surf look like on the rising tide? HUGE! MESSY! FOAMY! NASTY! STEEP BEACH! HIGH WASH! Thank goodness we didn’t opt to peep our noses out of the entrance…

Tomorrow is supposed to be 90 cm seas, with low winds under 10 knots, gusts 15…HOPEFULLY this piece of water is calming very much down over night! We spotted a small reef to the north, this gave a bit of protection, but walking our gear and kayaks there will hopefully not be necessary tomorrow…we were walking up to the reef, in awe of the raging monster sea…and Michal was lucky to find one of those well-sought-after Japanese glass net floats! Just in the middle of the beach! It must have been recently washed up, a small one with about 12 cm diameter, just perfect to keep in the kayak. I want one, too! I have seen so many floats in the different Alaskan households I have been hosted, it is a nice past time for the locals, to beach comb and to collect the floats. The wheel tracks of quad bikes on the beach prove people here doing probably exactly that…

by Freya at July 11, 2018 04:26 am

July 10, 2018

Fotos,videos y relatos de mi navegaciones en kayak de mar


Records curiosos y graciosos del mundo del kayak. Si eres un fan del kayak algunos te van a encantar !! leer mas

July 10, 2018 09:13 pm

Merci pour le kayak !
Blog du kayak de mer

Sottocosta Kayak Camp Sardegna 2018

Sottocosta est l’association italienne pour la culture et la diffusion du kayak de mer. Son rassemblement annuel avait lieu cette année en juin en Sardaigne, face à l’archipel de Tavolara et Molara. Profitant d’un séjour en Sardaigne à la même période, nous avons été invités par Yannick Alpine Paddle à leur rendre visite. François Trellu […]

by Arzhela at July 10, 2018 03:20 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean


Poaching the wifi at the Stikine Inn, waiting for the coffee shop to open, on the last morning for a while that I’ll be in range, on the grid, reachable. Not long after the boat leaves the dock here in Wrangell, I’m going to be out of touch for a while.

It’s funny. That doesn’t happen much anymore. We don’t get the chance to disconnect all that often and it’s strange to think how common it used to be and how hard it is now to truly be alone. I am looking forward to this time; I think it will be refreshing.

The chores got done yesterday, the provisions have been bought, and we’re as prepared as we’re gonna get. (That’s Scott in the photo, sorting the potatoes as we finish the packing process.) Through a strange turn of events, we ended up buying all the 5-gallon jerry cans in town right about close-of-business yesterday. It’s a funny story, sort of, or it could be if it all ends well. It’s hard to keep up with these little vignettes that spiral around us almost constantly, like zephyrs in the schedule, keeping us on our toes.

It will be good to get out there, to get to work. This will be the last post for a while… I wonder what changes will come between now and the next time.

by Ken Campbell at July 10, 2018 01:53 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Mon 09/07-2018 Day 251

Pos: 54.8651,-163.4104
Loc: False Pass
Acc: Trident Seafood bunk

no paddling today

Feeling like a racehorse today…trapped in the starting box…forecast was 20-30 kn with seas up to 3+ m – outside possibly correct – inside the False Pass it was looking and feeling dead calm…but tomorrow, Tuesday, seas start with 3 m, going down to 2,2 m the afternoon. Not really sure if we already would have liked to paddle that on an unknown, unprotected coast. So we stayed put, and will paddle tomorrow up to the exit, stick our heads out, and turn around the corner – or we will stay inside for 10 km and haul over in the far east corner. Not sure yet.

At least we will leave False Pass tomorrow! It has done good to us, we are dry, safe, clean, well fed and rested, all with the friendly hospitality of Trident Seafood with Dean Fasnacht forwarded from Clyde Pedersen from Trident Seafood in Chignik. And yes, one can eat salmon for lunch AND dinner – daily… LOL!

Still we felt we needed to do something “adventurous” today, and followed first a narrow dirt road up to two huge water tanks on a hill overlooking the village, armed with bear spray, rain gear and XTRA TUFS. I found an narrow wheel track for quad bikes leading further up the mountain, well used, but not recently, and slightly overgrown. Perfect bear territory…some shit piles, scratch marks…

I was in the lead to follow the path, talking loudly nonsense as usual to let the bears know we are coming, bear spray ready. Michal, sightly reluctant, followed closeup, but also felt excited where the path will lead us to – up and up the mountain, showing eventually better and best views of the whole bay. We walked slowly, made noise, stopped, looked, scanned the bushy area, no furry guys to be seen besides plenty of mice. Still exciting…but they don’t sit and lurk in the brush, waiting for you to approach and then attack you…and the yummy berry bushes everywhere were (unfortunately?) not ripe yet. But as some strong wind came down the mountain and blew along our path, our direction of approach was not really ideal to warn them from us in time, though I did my best to be noisy…

At some high ridge after maybe half an hour uphill, we felt we had enough, and probably most 4-wheeler also, as the track became quite hard to see and to follow. Enough high marking! Down we went, this time Michal in the lead. All good, and we had our small adventure for the day!

Leaving False Pass tomorrow!!!

by Freya at July 10, 2018 03:57 am

July 09, 2018

Mountain and Sea Scotland
Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland


With yet another superb sunny day in prospect during our stay in Harris, we headed out early to visit one of the places which draws people to the island.  Luskentyre beach (Traigh Losgaintir) is probably the most visited of the many beaches of Harris.....

......and it really isn't hard to see why.  You approach the beach from a car park near to a cemetery, sited on machair behind a dune system; presumably the cemetery is here because all the other nearby ground is too rocky for burials.  Emerging from the dunes, you find yourself on a broad beach of flawless white sand......

.......which forms a broad arcing sweep reaching out to the Sound of Taransay, with a view of the island of Taransay beyond.

We were early enough to have this wonderful beach almost to ourselves, with just the company of terns overhead and the regular sound of the waves for company.  One or two folk who were dots in the distance gave scale to the scene, and they continued out of sight as we strolled along the edge of the waves.  The "proper" name of this 2km long beach is Traigh Rosamol, but it's almost universally known as Luskentyre from the crofting settlement nearby.

In a fresh breeze the surf was piling in, the water turning from turquoise to emerald green as the rollers heeled over, "smoking" spray as they did so, then to dazzling white as they broke with a roar.  We could easily have stayed just watching this play of light and sound all day.

We strolled along an empty beach, absorbing the atmosphere and the light of the place.  Turning around, the view if anything was even finer with the morning sun lighting the hills of North Harris beyond the surf and the blue, blue sea.

Luskentyre is one of the "must do" places in the Outer Hebrides for many people and consequently sees lots of visitors - but this is comparative, it will never really feel crowded.  We did think that we'd seen it at it's best though, a huge sweep of beach bathed in light and colour - we felt absolutely privileged.

by Ian Johnston ( at July 09, 2018 10:47 pm

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Kajakträffar på Kållandsö och i Tranås

Läckö slott på fredagskvällen

De två senaste helgerna har tillbringats på Läckö och i Tranås – det förra en ny kajaktträff med stora ambitioner och potential, det senare en återkommande höjdpunkt i almanackan.

Läckö kajakträff arrangerades av Vänersborgs Friluftsfrämjare, Destination Läckö-Kinnekulle och Navens Kajak. Premiäromgången blev så lyckad att nästa års träff redan är inbokad: 28-30 juni 2019. En i allt välregisserad kajakträff med stort utbud av aktiviteter, kurser och turer i de vackra skärgårdarna runt Kållandsö. Campingen var av det magnifika slaget vid foten av ett av Sveriges vackraste slott, de la Gardies Läckö! Jag var inbjuden för att prata kajakdesign, dimensioner och egenskaper och för att hålla ett par kurser i att hantera grönlandspaddel.

Utsikt från tältplatsen
Utsikt från tältplatsen

Sjösättningsstranden med Naturrum Viktoria med restaurang konferensrum och hotell i bakgrunden
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På spaning efter "the Green Flash" i solnedgången (Foto: Magnus Hägg)

På väg hem från solnedgångsspaningen, steg en fullmåne upp och gav ett spöklikt ljus över havet och slottet
På väg hem från solnedgångsspaningen, steg en fullmåne upp och gav ett spöklikt ljus över havet och slottet.

Vikingaskeppet Sigrid Storråda
Vikingaskeppet Sigrid Storråda, en modern replik av Gokstadskeppet i Norge och döpt efter en rik och mäktig vikingadrottning, som var gift först med Erik Segersäll och sedan med Sven Tveskägg. Historiker är inte helt överens om hon funnits eller är en myt (flera personer hopblandade)

Däcket på Sigrid Storråda
Däcket på Sigrid Storråda. Precis som Gokstadsskeppet från 900-talet, är Sigrid 24 meter lång, 5,3 meter bred, har en fällbar mast, 16 par åror och väger 17 ton. 

Min medhavda Frej provades flitigt
Min medhavda Frej provades flitigt

Petruskajaks årliga sommarträff var som vanligt välbesökt och med sedvanligt trivsam familjär stämning. Fasta inslag numera är att Dubside undervisar i roll på alla nivåer och kör roll- och repgymnastikuppvisningar och jag håller kurser med grönlandspaddel – och så brukar vi bli sittande med varsin gitarr framåt kvällen. Peter Palmer undervisade i Första hjälpen för paddlare och HLR. Därutöver kajakprovning, grillfest och trevliga pratstunded med nya och gamla vänner. Enok Grönlandspaddlar (Dag Olson Tegelmark) fanns att prova och köpa – fantastiskt välgjorda, lätta och smäckra, men starka och smidiga – de skär tyst och rent genom vattnet. Stefan Svensson från Gnosjö visade handgjorda knivar för paddlare – ännu så länge ett hobbyprojekt, men han har lovat att komma med ett sortiment till nästa års Petrusträff.

Egentligen är det en gåta att en lokal kajakträff i en insjö på Småländska höglandet lyckas locka besökare från i stort sett hela Skandinavien (bland andra ett trevligt gäng från Qajaq Sweden) – men har man varit på en sådan träff är det inte ett dugg förvånande ;-)

I pausen mellan två kurser bad Dubside att jag skulle prata till hans rolluppvisning.

Prat till Dubsides rolluppvisningStort intresse för Dubsides rolluppvisning med alla de grönländska tävlingsrollarna (utom walrus pull ocgh paddla upp-och-ner)

Dubside visar repgymnastik
Dubside visar grönländsk repgymnastik medan grillen värms upp

Lite gitarr och sång framåt nattkröken
Lite gitarr och sång framåt nattkröken – av någon anledning tycks det finnas en viss korrelation mellan att hantera paddel och att hantera gitarr (Johan Wirsén, Dubside, Nigel Foster, Gordon Brown m fl ;-) Foto: Philipp Klement. 

Dag med paddlar
Dag med paddlar: Enok GrönlandspaddlarFoto: Philipp Klement. 

Stefan Svenssons kajakkniv
En av Stefans kajakknivar, handgjorda i olika träslag och med magnetfäste i eggskyddet (som också är i trä). Den här modellen är tänkt att sitta på flytvästen och vara snabbt tillgänglig om man i en besvärlig situation snabbt behöver kapa en lina. Magneterna innebär att kniven sitter säkert fast men går att dra fram snabbt vid behov. Nästa år hos Petrus kommer det att finnas ett sortiment av olika knivar.

by Björn Thomasson at July 09, 2018 09:34 pm
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

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