Paddling Planet

March 17, 2018

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sat 17/03-2018 Day 160

Pos: 44.0103,-124.1327
Loc: Siuslaw River
Acc: Hilleberg Allak tent
Dist: 17,1 km
Start: 08:15 End: 12:30

It was raining early morning, not really inviting to leave, jumping into a soaking wet dry suit and damp underwear…but as I am a tough lady ūüôā and the forecast was good to paddle with about 1,80 m swell, low winds. I donned my gear, stuffed the soaking wet tent into the dry bag, and dragged my kayak quite far down to the waterline on lowest tide.

By the time I got the rest of my gear down, the water was rising again quite quickly, and once a larger swell wave found it’s way over the inner sandbar, my kayak flooded up. That must have been the bar where yesterday evening the waves jumped up so stupidly that it threw me…I dragged my kayak higher up again, started to pack, and another swell wave unfortunately lifted it and shifted it so much to the side I couldn’t hold it any more – with the open stern hatch…but there are worse things than to sponge chilly water out a lightly flooded stern hatch early morning, and to wipe dry a few dry bags…like almost forgetting my tent pole bag on the campsite, which must have fallen out of the gear bag without me noticing…but I noticed it was missing when packing! And I was missing once more a paddling buddy, not only to help on the tough low-tide morning routine…

When I was all set and ready to go, the exit line close to the big rock to the right got a slight bit rougher on the rising tide, but it still looked all right for me. A nice couple on the beach volunteered to watch me, just in case…I got afloat, pulled my rudder, and started to paddle out, slowly but surely, waiting out each of the breakers to not break on me, but just before me. All worked fine, I got only slightly wet in my face, and out I was! This is how it should be…

(I’m writing the next passages now honestly as it was, even if I’d be risking now another Coastguard ticket…)

I had changed my mind this morning about not paddling the 52 km to Umpqua, but only the short distance of 17 km to Siuslaw, as yesterday’s paddle was long with 60 km, and ended up late and wet. This morning’s conditions with light rain and not great visibility were not inviting to do another long paddle. Also, I’d arrive at Siuslaw just briefly before high slack tide, which would truly give the best bar conditions.

I had no possibility to check on the bar restrictions this morning, as cell phone connection at Hecata Head was none, and my sat phone didn’t want to work either…so I took my chance and my good own judgment…what else could I have done? Also, the morning situation would not reflect the situation once I would be there in my muscle-propelled kayak after 4 hours, committed to land where I expected with all good judgment I could land safely without any problem. Sure, we are not in South America where bending the rules is daily business, and I do respect the US rules after I had to learn them in the “hard” way in Newport ūüôā Thanks once more, Newport Coastguard, to have treated me so well and respectful!

The paddle was easy, the swell felt a tad bit lower this morning, all good. I saw a few whale spouts, and the rain was continuous and chilly. Glad I had to paddle only 17 km!

When I neared the breakwaters of Siuslaw, I paddled up to the line between the outer howling buoy and the heads, also easy to spot on my GPS. The swell right upfront the river entrance was low due to the in-going tide, and there was not a single breaker…perfect timing! If it would have been different, I’d have kept on going…but to my expecting pre-judgment and to my experience, it was exactly like it must be. It was an hour before high tide, but I could go in easy on the narrow entrance line, on a bit confused, but quite flat water, which I could perfectly see and feel. The exit and especially the re-entry into Newport have been way more challenging!

When I was well inside the river, and safe and sound, I noticed in the distance two signs…one larger bright red, and one smaller green one…no…this can’t be? This easy bar could not have been restricted right now??? I felt guilty…but what could I have done better, sitting out there exposed in my kayak, yearning to land safely? My main goal was to get in safely, and as quick as possible to stay safe without getting more chilly, and surplus risky bobbing around in the swell…it seemed to be doable right NOW!

Sure, I could maybe have tried to call the Coastguard via cell phone or VHF, to ask for permission to enter the river despite the red sign (if I’d have seen it…) while I would be bobbing around outside in the swell, trying to fumble with my electronics, explaining the situation longish with maybe bad connection and language barrier, getting more chilly and drifted away…this seemed not to have been the better option at all.

I paddled already quite a distance in, on swift in-going current with 10 km/h quite close to the southern breakwater, when I heard engine noise…and not only one, but *two* Coastguard ships where nearing…no, please, not again!!! I can explain!!! I don’t want to o into jail! ūüôā I kept on paddling, trying to be “invisible”, and soon noticed, the two Coastguard ships didn’t take any notice of me…thanks goodness! I was just close to reach out for my honorable Coastguard hat ūüôā

I could explain this only with three options: Either the ships didn’t *see* me close to the breakwater rocks…or they saw me, and didn’t think I might have come through the bar…or they let me go, to later drive up to my campsite…

The ships were actually on their frequent bar-checking trip out, as when I soon landed on a safe beach and could pull out my cell phone to check on the bar restrictions it was really at that point bright RED…but not long after the ships came back, it changed to yellow with restricted to boats under 20 feet length…I could go for that with my close to 19 feet kayak! So it was a close shave, but I hope all will understand…

To avoid maybe the same situation tomorrow morning, I decided to give the local Coastguard at 3.30 pm a call, to ask about the to be expected bar situation tomorrow morning. I introduced myself to a very friendly Coastguard lady on the phone, explained what I was doing and what I have been done.
According to the to be expected 1,50 m swell tomorrow morning, in combination with the low slack tide at 7.30 am and low winds, the Coastguard lady said, bar conditions should be, if at all, probably only restricted to boats under 16 feet…but to be on the safe side, she asked me to call again at 7 am tomorrow morning…and if conditions might be marginal, I was asking her if the Coastguard might be happy to escort me out? She agreed – thanks, guys! This would be best! I’m happy to co-operate where I can!

I enjoyed a relaxing afternoon, dried a few gear pieces out, and am looking forward to ans easy paddle tomorrow!

by Freya at March 17, 2018 11:51 pm

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

Pitt Rivers Museum: Woodlands Canoe Paddle circa 1858

Item number 1886.1.866 in the collection of the Pitt Rivers Museum is a "Woodlands" paddle dated to at least 1858.  The paddle is described as having a leaf-shaped blade and decoratively carved band on handle. 

Place details: N AMERICA. Canada. 
Cultural Group: NE ?Subarctic ?Woodlands E Algonquian
Dimensions: Max L = 1945 mm Max W of blade = 164 mm
When Collected: On or before 1858 Acquired: Transferred 17 February 1886
Source Link
 ¬© Pitt Rivers Museum, University of Oxford

Both the blade shape and the slender, elongated handle with its indented grip face seem very similar to the circa 1849 Passamaquoddy paddle recently on display at the Peabody Museum (previous post here)

Grip of c1849 Passamaquoddy Paddle
Peabody Museum
Photo Courtesy of John Fitzgerald

I've begun to carve a similar paddle (out of yellow poplar stock) to replicate this design.

by Murat ( at March 17, 2018 04:16 pm

Qajaq Rolls
Dedicated to the Art of Greenland Style Kayak Rolling

Yoga for rolling ‚Äď Folding flat

Getting your nose or chin to touch the foredeck of your kayak should be a goal of anyone serious about developing a great Greenland kayak roll. It is not by chance, that the literal translations of many of the Greenland kayak rolls refer to being "at the masik". In case you didn't know, the masik is the deck beam that supports the front of the cockpit. Thus, being "at the masik" means being on the deck, forward. Whether you are starting a Standard Greenland roll low, or finishing a Storm roll forward, your ability to get close to the foredeck will affect the effort and grace of your rolls.

by Christopher Crowhurst at March 17, 2018 02:19 pm

Nautilus Kayaks
Construccion Artesanal de Kayaks de Madera y Palas Groenlandesas

Alineación de cuadernas con láser.

Cuando montamos nuestra estructura de trabajo (sobre todo cuando se trata con el sistema de viga o strong back) donde la proa y popa quedan lanzadas en el aire, es muy importante la alineación de las cuadernas entre sí.

Por un lado por la estética de nuestro acabado, pero sobre todo para que nuestro casco no quede deformado y/o desviado lo cual tendría incidencia en su comportamiento. Pienso que es algo que merece la pena y cuesta muy poco trabajo.

Podemos emplear varias técnicas para este fin como alinear las cuadernas mediante un cabo tenso que es un sistema perfectamente válido, aunque es mucho mejor emplear un láser.

Antes los niveles láser eran muy caros, pero ahora los hay muy baratos que funcionan perfectamente.

Empleando un láser instalado sobre un trípode conseguiremos una alineación perfecta con muy poco trabajo.

Un cabo tenso hace su trabajo, pero chocamos con la curvatura del casco. Si Levantamos el cabo nos costar√° tener claro que las zonas de proa y popa est√°n bien alineadas ya que el cabo se despega de ellas. Si pegamos el cabo a la curva del casco corremos el riesgo que en alg√ļn punto se ‚Äúenganche‚ÄĚ el cabo y nos termine enga√Īando. Por¬† eso el sistema l√°ser es m√°s eficaz y r√°pido.

Para trabajar con el láser es interesante trabajar con muy poca luz para que el haz de luz láser se vea mejor. Una vez hechas las correcciones de las cuadernas entre sí, que suelen ser de muy pocos milímetros y cuando la punta de proa coincida con la de popa pasando por la línea central de todas las cuadernas, ya tendremos la estructura perfecta para iniciar nuestro trabajo con la certeza que todo está correcto.

by Roberto Ya√Īez vargas at March 17, 2018 12:54 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Fri 16/03-2018 Day 159

Pos: 44.1356,-124.1260
Loc: Heceta Head
Acc: Hilleberg Allak tent
Dist: 61,7 km
Start: 08:00 End: 19:40

First longer day…calm winds, swell 2 meters…felt quite big at times. It was whale show day…about five or six humpbacks were around in the morning, one was diving down with fluke show only 50 m from me!
I stayed away from the coast with the swell breaking nasty, also around the two seal rocks. How would the landing at Heceta Head be? The GPS says at least I’ll just about make it in day light…Adam, we should have left an hour earlier, thanks for driving anyway! Paddling the west coast in general is challenging, with the sun in the morning from land, during the day it’s right in our face, and in the evenings you can’t really watch the swell…

It was quite lumpy off the cliffs prior to Heceta Head, but I saw and found a relatively clean line in. Thank goodness! If it wouldn’t hve been for the las set of smaller quite violent breakers…which threw me! But I was so close to the waterline, and on my rolling attempt I just touched the ground, so I bailed out to get soaked fully and my cockpit swamped…well, it could have been worse!
It was lowish tide, and the water was pressing into the bay quite heavily. I found my campspot on higher ground in the light of my torch, and I need to sleep now! Tomorrow is an equal longish day!

by Freya at March 17, 2018 05:25 am

March 16, 2018

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

Et lille smut på vandet

Egentlig vidste jeg godt at det ville blive en kold tur, for det blæste en del og temperaturen lå i nærheden af frysepunktet.

Inden jeg kom p√• vandet fik jeg lige hilst p√• serviceholdet for de mange bes√łgende kaproere der tr√¶nede p√• den isfri kanal. Jeg fik ogs√• et glimt af en flok farvestr√•lende kajakker der piskede forbi p√• kanalen.

For ikke at ligge i vejen for feltet, sneg jeg mig mod fjorden langs kanten af kanalen. Det kom dog f√łrst susende da jeg krydsede kanalen for at ro mod vinden ude p√• fjorden. Heldigvis kom jeg ikke i vejen for dem, da de kort f√łr fjordens tv√¶rg√•ende b√łlger vendte om og returnerede mod klubhuset.

Det var meget koldt da jeg kom ud i vinden, og den helt anden vindretning p√• fjorden end p√• kanalen bet√łd at den stod p√• modvind hjemad, hvis jeg begav mig ud p√• fjorden. Jeg n√łjedes derfor med at sl√• et par slag uden for Ydern√¶s. P√• vej mod √•en eller Gavn√ł var fjorden d√¶kket af ret tyk is.

Jeg formåede på intet tidspunkt at få varmen i fingrene, så jeg valgte at ro tilbage og spare på rolysten til en lidt mere indbydende dag - kom nu med noget sol!

Ved klubben var alle kaproerne g√•et til frokost, s√• hele pl√¶nen var fyldt med kajakker. Da omkl√¶dningsrum og v√¶rksted var fyldt med t√łj, hoppede jeg bare ud af t√łtdragten og k√łrtr hjem og tog et bad.

by Pouls kajakblog ( at March 16, 2018 11:00 pm

Merci pour le kayak !
Blog du kayak de mer

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Nous poursuivons notre itin√©raire vers l’ouest. Apr√®s l’archipel des Embiez, puis la calanque du port d‚ÄôAlon, nous voici pr√™ts √† embarquer √† La Ciotat. Lors de ce 3√®me jour d’un weekend de janvier 2018, notre parcours nous conduit de La Ciotat √† la Calanque d’en Vau, pour enfin d√©barquer √† Cassis. Itin√©raire de La Ciotat […]

by Arzhela at March 16, 2018 05:46 pm

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

Vinterpadletreffet 2018 - del 1

Vinterpadletreffet 2018 - plutselig var helgen her. Det skjer like br√•tt hvert eneste √•r. I √•r skulle egentlig Nigel Dennis og Eila Wilkinson komme, men det skar seg. Lokalsamfunnet deres ble rammet av skikkelig uv√¶r som herpa det meste, s√• de hadde helt andre ting √• tenke p√•. Det var bare √• sende dem all verdens gode tanker og h√•pe de fikk berget mest mulig, og pr√łve √• l√łse programfloken v√•r som ble veldig liten i forhold. Treff ble det uansett ‚Äď og v√¶rvarslet var i hvert fall h√łvelig bra for helgen. Intet uv√¶r her.

Jeg dro torsdag kveld, siden de f√łrste aktivitetene startet allerede klokka ni, og stabsm√łte allerede klokka √•tte. Da vi sto opp s√• det s√•nn her ut ‚Äď hurra! Kanonv√¶r! Men det var ISkaldt. Minusgrader, og en hel del vind.

Målt på nærmeste målestasjon... *Hutre*

Sekretariatet var bemannet med Harstad og Vesterålen Padleklubb, strålende opplagt allerede. (Nesten på grensen til uforskammet opplagte, egentlig. Det var ganske tidlig!)

F√łrste post p√• programmet var navigasjonsteori. Jeg hadde lett fram kart og kompass, det er bare √• benytte enhver anledning til √• friske opp. En presentasjonsrunde avsl√łrte at jeg ikke var alene om √• trenge oppfriskning ‚Äď det er visst popul√¶rt √• "lene seg p√• andre" n√•r det gjelder navigering. Jeg er jo som regel kjent der jeg padler, s√• det er i grunnen lenge siden jeg i det hele tatt har giddet √• ta med meg kart p√• turen selv om jeg relativt ofte m√• lene meg p√• meg selv. Fy.

Bernt skulle jo opprinnelig v√¶re med p√• denne workshopen for √• h√łre p√• Nigel, men endte opp med √• m√•tte holde den sj√łl. Dette kan han, nemlig. Det kom han godt ut av, synes jeg. Han hadde til og med Flo og fj√¶re-boka med seg, plusspoeng. En p√•minnelse til meg dessuten, om at jeg m√• lese den igjen. Bra bok, anbefales for folk som er interessert. Navigasjon var forresten veldig popul√¶rt, s√• det er tydeligvis mange som vil bli flinkere p√• det. Bra! Omsider fikk jeg ogs√• avklart om det som sto om Sortlandsundet i boka stemmer - det gj√łr det.

Etter lunsj var det tid for workshop på havet. Kajakken så ikke ut. Den var jo frosset full av slush sist, så har slushen tydeligvis smeltet og saltet lå igjen. Jaja, ut på havet så blir den vel renere.

Uff, hvordan skal man holde ut i dette knallværet... He he.

Vi var delt i to grupper, og de på hver gruppe skulle bytte litt på å navigere. På forhånd hadde vi lagt opp ruta inne, ved hjelp av kart og kompass. Nå skulle dette altså testes ut i praksis.

Alle e med ja, da padler vi. Kursen gikk √łstover, vi skulle til Kje√łya. Aller f√łrst skulle vi for √• se om det gikk an √• padle gjennom et sted som s√• litt suspekt ut p√• kartet. Jeg husket rett og slett ikke, men mener jeg har padlet gjennom der som oftest.

Folk var generelt ganske innpakket, grunnet tidligere nevnte minusgrader og noe vind. Men da var det i grunnen fint på havet. Selv hadde jeg ganske så mange lag ull, angret ikke på noen av dem.

F√łrste punkt n√•dd, neste kurs tas ut. Kje√łya neste!

Egentlig ble det kulest bilder av å snu seg bakover...

Som vanlig bygget det seg mest b√łlger opp p√• det neste strekket, men det var helt overkommelig. Vi hadde dessuten satt en kurs s√•nn at vi fikk dem omtrent forfra. Men kj√łlig ble det.

Her g√•r det an √• komme over med kajakk, ja. Men de som hadde ror tok det opp, s√• det var ikke allverdens om √• gj√łre. Mye sandbunn her. Da har vi f√•tt sjekket det.

Her dukket også Eilif opp med motorbåt og kamera.

Null b√łlger, litt vind - ikke allverdens fart, men g√ły likevel.

Vi fulgte land bortover mot bebyggelsen p√• Kje√łya.

Utrolig flott på havet i dag. Glad det er padling på fredag også, selv om turen ikke blir så lang på tre timer inkludert tema.

Den gamle lofotferga Biltrafikk 3 ligger her ennå, og blir vel liggende.

Noen syntes det var sk√ły √• padle under brygga. Jeg har v√¶rt der f√łr s√• jeg tok enkleste vei i dag.

10 på skjæret-posten må dokumenteres! Smilet blir "litt" stivt når det er så iskaldt ute. Det ble ikke tatt mange bilder i dag sett mot normalt, man ble raskt iskald på fingrene.

Ganske fint hus som står her borte. Rolig vik, som jeg tidligere stort sett har padlet forbi. Det er som oftest folk her.

Det var det for s√•vidt i dag ogs√•, den andre navigasjonsgruppen hadde kommet hit f√łr oss og l√• her og ventet.

Nydelig v√¶r, men det fristet ikke √• g√• i land. Da blir det veldig kaldt med en gang. Her gjorde jeg forresten en fullstendig idiotisk tabbe mens jeg ventet. Jeg hadde nemlig open mitts (votter med √•pning i h√•ndflaten) p√• meg, og oppdaget at jeg hadde trukket dem i meste laget tilbake. Det hadde kommet sj√łvann p√• - som var frosset til slush. "Det var n√• ikke lurt √• ha is her, hvis jeg f√•r bruk for √• ta dem p√• meg" tenkte jeg.

Det hadde jeg vel sikkert rett i. Men s√• tok jeg begge hendene rett ned i havet for √• smelte isen, for havet er jo plussgrader... IDIOTISK! Jeg skj√łnte jo med en gang at det ikke var lurt, men da var det for sent. Det tok litt tid √• f√• varmen i hendene igjen, kan man si. Noe som egentlig var like idiotisk, for etter turen (lenge etter) om jeg p√• at jeg jo hadde TO termoser med varmtvann p√•.

Etter hvert ble det lagt plan for returen, da tok vi korteste vei.

F√łret hjemover var fint, medvind er jo kjekt bestandig. Motvind bort og medvind hjem, klassisk suksess.

Flott ettermiddag, hadde egentlig lyst til √• padle mer, men det var veldig kj√łlig. Ser mye varmere ut p√• bildene i grunnen.

Jeg synes fjellene på andre siden av Vestfjorden var kommet så nærme denne helgen. Pussig.

Ruta vår, synes de var ganske så flinke til å beregne avdriften på turbortover, det er da ganske rett strek. Kartet derimot er elendig, jeg får ikke til å legge inn det ordentlige kartet på den nye maskinen. Buhu.

Kvelden avsluttet med herlig nordlys da jeg skulle gå til rorbua etter middag.

by Miamaria Padlemia ( at March 16, 2018 04:47 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Moving Day

The glue I used to actually assemble the foam chunks into a boat is pretty stout glue. Even though the temperature in the workshop was icy cold for most of the construction process, it still set up great, and I’m happy with the way it’s come together.

The glue I’ll be using to get the skin on and stuck is simple wood glue and it doesn’t like cold weather. The temperature needs to be a minimum of 55 degrees for application (higher temps preferred), and we haven’t had that in the garage for several months now. I’m still shooting for sea trials in April, so the clock is ticking and I need to get it finished up.

So I moved it yesterday, indoors, somewhere warm. (Thanks to Ryan Spence for the work space.) There are a few rough spots that still need to be completed but that won’t take long and then it’s wrapping time. I mean, I think it is. There are no instructions for this job so I’m making it up as it happens.

I don’t know exactly what happens next but I think it’s going to be sticky.

by Ken Campbell at March 16, 2018 12:11 pm

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

Drying Out

Even water people need to dry out from time to time.  Jeff and I had a few days free and decided to meet up with some friends in the Sonoran Desert for some mountain biking and camping.

On our journey to the Sonoran Desert, we stopped in the Mojave Desert.  I am always fascinated by the desert landscape and geology.  Someday, I am going to delve back into studying geology - especially geomorphology. 

We stopped at a place called Hole in the Wall.  The holes in the wall are formed by air pockets in volcanic ash.  When the ash cooled, these holes were left in the rocks.

The area where we were camping and mountain biking had lots of interesting geology and scenery.  It also had interesting plant and wildlife and fun mountain biking. 

We camped among the gigantic Saguaro cactus.  In one of the cactus, we found a great horned owl nest.

A place called Jackass Junction we met an interesting fellow. 

Jackass Junction is not an oasis but a shady spot for good times.

I am continuing to shop for a new mountain bike.  I of course was eyeing what everyone else was riding and stopped in a couple of shops on our journey.  Some of the bike shops were helpful and some were not.  I would like to give a shout-out to McDowell Mountain Cycles in Fountain Hills, Arizona.  Jeff stopped in to buy brake pads.  The owner was extremely helpful.  We stopped in a second time with some friends who wanted to check out the shop.  The woman who answered our questions was very knowledgeable and helpful.  She is a shorter rider and her insight into what might be a good bike for me was invaluable.

We are now back home, and it is raining.  We are going to have great flows for our Precision River Running Class this weekend.  Next week's forecast looks wet too so it is time to hang up the mountain bike and get wet!

by Cate Hawthorne ( at March 16, 2018 07:41 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Thu 145/03-2018 Day 1587

Pos: 44.6295,-124.0421
Loc: Newport
Acc: Maribeth and Rachael’s house

no paddling, weather day

Despite the bar was not restricted today, I decided to not leave. Headwinds up to 20 knots, and bad tide times to land into the natural Alsea River mouth made me developing Plan B:
I’ll have a longer day on Friday, launching early and paddle up to Heceta Head, to have a tide-independent landing (and launching on Saturday morning). Friday and Saturday are easy low winds, seas 2 meters, and landing Saturday evening in Umpqua Rivermouth should be just fine. Sunday then landing at Sunset Bay State Park past Cos Bay.

Today, I did mostly online work, e-mailing and preparing. A wonderful dinner out with Rachael, Adam and Maribeth finalized my stay in Newport. Such wonderful hosts! Thanks you again for looking after me!

by Freya at March 16, 2018 06:57 am


Carabelas portuguesas!

No es normal encontrarlas por aquí, son frecuentes en los océanos Indico, Pacífico, y en las zonas cálidas del Atlántico. En situaciones como la que estamos viviendo, de fuertes vientos mantenidos, pueden llegar a nuestra costa atlántica.

No es una medusa sino una colonia de seres vivos que viven en simbiosis, su nombre cient√≠fico es la Physalia physalis. Del grupo de hidroides que lo componen, interesa saber que los dactilozoides, que conforman los tent√°culos, con longitudes a veces de decenas de metros tienen cientos de miles de nematocistos, que albergan una decena de tipos de venenos. Es con estos venenos como atacan a sus presas, pues son seres carn√≠voros (normalmente peque√Īos peces).  En el ser humano, el veneno de la carabela portuguesa tiene consecuencias neurot√≥xicas, citot√≥xicas y cardiot√≥xicas, produciendo un dolor muy intenso, as√≠ que hay que tener cuidado. Son peligrosas incluso fuera del agua.

Si hay contacto con ellas lo mejor es acudir a un servicio sanitario, para tratar los síntomas. Como actuaciones de primera instancia:
  • Aplicar agua salada en la zona afectada.
  • Aumentar la temperatura de la zona posteriormente con agua caliente, durante unos 15¬ī.
  • Si hay afectaci√≥n ocular, lavar durante bastante tiempo a chorro. 

    Foto: Wili Hopupu

    by Jose Bello ( at March 16, 2018 12:35 am

    March 15, 2018

    Freya Hoffmeister
    Goddess of Love to the Seas

    Wed 14/03-2018 Day 157

    Pos: 44.6295,-124.0421
    Loc: Newport
    Acc: Maribeth house
    Dist: 12,3 km, in a loop
    Start: 11:42 End: 15:00

    My second coast guard encounter on this trip…

    I slowly got ready this morning, as it made no sense to go over the bar anytime other than on slack current on high tide, which was right at 12.09 pm. In the middle of the river, the current took me already out with 7-8 km/h, so slack must have been earlier…. Swell height at that time might have been 2.80 meters, so it was still slightly big on the out running tide. I slowly approached the exit, fully geared up, watching the bar from my perspective. It was lumpy, but no big breakers, rather toppling here and there. With the wind in my face at 10-12 knots, this exit over the river bar would be one to watch a bit. It felt not really scary or intimidating (well, at least for me…)

    I paddled over the bar successfully and with no big deal, and headed to the left, carefully watching the swell. All felt safe here also, very rarely I saw a boomer on the horizon. The seas were supposed to get lower by the hour, down to 2 meters around 6 pm, when I estimated to land in the natural Alsea River mouth.

    I was already about 750 meters off the southern breakwater head, when I heard an engine.

    A medium size coast guard ship was behind me! I gave them thumbs up, signaling I was feeling fully ok out here. But it seemed like they needed to have a word with me, and I tried to get my kayak in a position where we could talk. Not an easy task neither for them nor for me! I was quite used to being close to such sized ships from my South American Navy and Coastguard-co-operations, I was rather watching carefully the ship movements in relation to the incoming swell and my position.

    Eventually we reached some working communication, and petty officer BM1 Cooklin tried to explain to me the legal situation. I had been crossing the officially restrictive closed bar, this was a break of law! Sorry guys, I was not aware there was such restriction existing here in this area, today, and at that hour….

    While we were communicating the law rules (I was still within the restricted navigation area…) over and over again, from kayak to ship and back in quite some necessary loud, but friendly voice, both “lady captains” had to watch the distance (the woman driver of the ship Coxswain Kelsi Dozier and myself…) and I were backing up more than once to stay safe off the big ship in the rolling swell. I eventually even preferred to point my bow rather out than in while staying parallel in reasonable communication distance.

    Ok, the petty officer BM1 Cooklin finally gave me the option to either come on board to get back to Newport, which to my opinion was not feasible at all to get me and my heavy loaded kayak on board, even with the only available narrow low recess in the side wall to “fish” people in distress out of the water – but not kayaks? And I would get heavily sea sick on that ship in this swell…also no option for me would be to be taken on board myself, with my kayak being towed behind….

    The third option would be to get towed back inside my kayak, if I think I can’t make it myself over the now rougher ebbing bar and back in again against the current…no option for me either at all! I’m feeling quite comfortable here, and the river mouth didn’t look like it had changed much by now. And the outgoing current, on the right line, can’t be that bad at this hour holding me back…so I’d have to make it back over the nasty river mouth into Newport proudly on my own keel!

    Well, *my* idea of safety would have been to simply keep on going into the lowering swell, and to enter the Alsea River bar, on slack ebb tide at 6 pm with probably 2 meters swell relatively easy. I invited them to escort me, but it was no option for them…as the bigger ship can’t cross that bar just in case they need to take actions on me…and then, they even threatened me in a friendly way with being put into jail besides the due “traffic ticket”, if I’d not follow them back to Newport!

    Ok, what’s that discussion here and then worth, better stay “safe”…though crossing back over the now worse bar into Newport was, in my opinion, the most “dangerous” challenging solution! But I have my pride…and paddled safely over some big following washers into the quieter water inside the bar. I was tempted to raise both middle fingers…which would have probably caused another “ticket”. Glad to be safe, I crossed over to the northern breakwater to find the light eddy. Not sure that was the easier side..?

    On the coast guard dock, we all came together for a friendly chat, as the guys had meanwhile checked on my website and Facebook, and were obviously quite impressed about the “big fish” they had caught today…! ūüôā Kelsi had to issue me a ticket anyway, but said it might not be pursued when I could explain myself!

    We shared some stories, took pictures and I handed out signature cards, and I signed a coast guard emergency suit – which was an honor! In return, I got “lady captain” Kelsi’s coastguard hat as a gift…now I feel like I became a member of the US Coast Guard! In future similar situations, I would need to have it within reach…

    The conclusion of this second coast guard story is, I can only can blame myself for not having been aware of the bar restriction rules at that place, hour and day! Also neither my kayaking host Adam, nor Phil from the Englund’s Marine Supply nor the two guys Cliff and Ken with their sailboat docking close to me, packing while sharing stories, were thinking about a possible restriction…

    Back at Maribeth’s house. Thanks to her, Rachael and Adam to look after me here so well! Not sure about tomorrow yet…if I can go, then it will be again in the afternoon.
    (Thanks to Maribeth for editing this importatnt story! ūüôā )

    by Freya at March 15, 2018 04:37 am

    March 14, 2018
    ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

    Deafblind Challenge Helsing√∂r ‚Äď Helsingborg 2018

    Att paddla mellan två länder kan vara lite kuligt och lockar en del. Torbjörn Svensson från Höganäs i nordvästra skåne har en rejäl synnedsättning och knappt nån hörsel och ska paddla mellan Sverige och Danmark. Mellan Helsingborg och Helsingör är det ganska rimligt avstånd men skapligt vältrafikerat och utsatt för vind och vågor. I maj...

    Inlägget Deafblind Challenge Helsingör РHelsingborg 2018 dök först upp på

    by Erik Sjöstedt at March 14, 2018 08:10 pm

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

    A fourth luncheon on the machair at Silver Sands

    We stopped on the southern side of the Silver Sands of Smirisary and... ...made our way up the shore to the... ...closely cropped machair which backs the beach. Here, below a rapidly sinking sun, we partook of our 4th luncheon which we washed down with a not ungenerous snifter of 12year old Caol Isla. After our comestibles had been suitably dwindled, it was time for a...

    by Douglas Wilcox ( at March 14, 2018 02:23 pm

    Freya Hoffmeister
    Goddess of Love to the Seas

    Tue 13/03-2018 Day 156

    Pos: 44.6301,-124.0419
    Loc: Newport
    Acc: Maribeth house

    weather rest day

    I was sensing I need to check on my rudder…and I found some very important screws were lose…plus the friction of the skeg blade was once more too high to pop the springloaded fin out properly. All fixed (for now…), with the wonderful help of Scotty and Phil at Englund’s Marine Supply. I love this rudder, te one and only I’d take on a trip, but it needs occasionally some attention *prior* to malfunction and breaking…and on paddling, it won’t shave off if you have a bad landing.
    I also had to swap my VHF radio at Englund’s, which didn’t survive my swim on the first day, though it is supposed to be waterproof. All good.
    A lot of office work needed to be done, plus socializing with my wonderful hosts Maribeth, Adam and Rachael, and on the phone with so many new friends…I’m working hard on my new “tribe” here on the West Coast… ūüôā … feels so good…so grateful for all the new wonderful connections!

    For paddling today, on Wednesday, I have to cover only about 27 km to Waldport/ Alsea River mouth, either in the morning with little wind and higher swells, but I prefer to go out on slack high tide around 11-12 am, and to land on slack low tide around 6 pm. I will just have to fight a bit of headwind, but lower swells to enter the relatively open, but natural river mouth. This might become interesting in the evening…? See how it goes…

    by Freya at March 14, 2018 02:07 pm

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

    Paddle Article for Wooden Canoe

    Special news to report. A short article regarding one of my historic replicas was published in the February issue of Wooden Canoe (Issue 205, Vol. 41 No.1). "Paddles from the Past" discusses the history behind the decorated steering paddle illustrated by H.R. Schoolcraft in his  1821 publication Narrative journal of travels through the northwestern regions of the United States...

    Fig. 2 Schoolcraft's steering paddle
    from Plate II - Indian Manufactures
    Narrative journal of travels through the northwestern regions of the United States...
     Henry Rowe Schoolcraft

    For anyone who might be interested, I've made the two page article available for viewing at this link here.

    As an aside, the 2018 Wooden Canoe Heritage Association Assembly is finally back in Canada this summer and will be in nearby Peterborough, Ontario July 17-22. More on that in another post.  I've been scheduled to discuss historic paddle designs and decoration. The Schoolcraft reproduction will be there as part of a display.

    by Murat ( at March 14, 2018 09:37 am

    March 13, 2018


    Euskadi tour: que viajem tan chulo!

    Siamo sempre stati molto legati all'isola di Minorca, per ragioni non solo affettive.
    Il primo viaggio che abbiamo compiuto intorno all'isola nell'inverno del lontano 2009 ci ha permesso di conoscere due persone meravigliose: Teresa e Carlos, i titolari del centro Menorca en kayak. Da allora siamo tornati a visitare la pi√Ļ bella delle isola Baleari ogni volta che se ne √® presentata l'occasione. Quando lo scorso mese di ottobre, durante le Jornadas de Menorca en kayak, ci hanno invitato a seguire il gruppo nella trasferta annuale nei Paesi Baschi non ci abbiamo pensato su due volte e abbiamo accettato l'invito con grande entusiasmo.
    Abbiamo così avuto modo di incontrare ancora una volta un altro grande amico pagaiatore, Arkaitz Erchiaga, il titolare del centro di kayak e turismo attivo di Urdaibai, la riserva naturale della biosfera della Biscaglia, un grande estuario aperto sull'Atlantico ad una manciata di chilometri da Bilbao.
    Siamo rimasti affascinati dalla zona, dalla gente, dalle tradizioni, dall'arte, dalla cucina e soprattutto dall'accoglienza calorosa che ci hanno riservato tutti gli amici baschi e minorchini: la settimana √® volata via tra una visita di tre giorni alla capitale basca ed una permanenza di quattro giorni a Lekeitio, il paese natale di Arkaitz ed uno dei villaggi di pescatori pi√Ļ pittoreschi della costa...

    Inizia l'avventura: Euskadi arriviamo!
    L'ingresso del Museo Marittimo di Bilbao: un'attrazione per grandi e piccini!
    Palle ovunque, ovunque palle!
    La prima sala espositiva del Museo Marittimo di Bilbao: kayak playmobil!

    Bilbao non è soltanto la capitale della Biscaglia, una delle tre province della comunità autonoma basca, e neanche il principale porto commerciale e turistico della costa settentrionale spagnola. E' anche una grande città metropolitana che ha saputo rinnovarsi nel tempo, mantenendo le sue radici ben radicate nella storia marittima del paese. Bilbao è la città famosa nel mondo per il museo Guggenheim, ideato da Frank Gehry sulla sponda occidentale della Ria, come qui viene chiamato al femminile il fiume che attraversa il centro storico: la vecchia città industriale, carica di moli portuali, è diventata in pochi anni un'icona internazionale di design urbanistico, arricchita da tante altre opere d'arte posizionate lungo tutti gli spazi verdi e pedonali che modellano ora le due sponde del fiume.
    Bilbao non √® solo il Guggenheim, che pure √® il biglietto d'ingresso pi√Ļ incredibile ed accattivante, quando si entra in citt√† dal ponte che sovrasta il fiume, a sua volta sovrastato da un magnifico arco rivestito di formica rosso fuoco che di notte si illumina di 6400 led intermittenti: le 33.000 placche di titanio che ricoprono le falde irregolari del museo conferiscono alla struttura un che di immaginifico, come di una nave che sta per prendere il largo: prendono i colori del cielo e cambiano tonalit√† insieme alla citt√†, dal giallo oro dei momenti di sole all'argento acceso dei lenti passaggi delle nuvole, e passeresti ore intere ad ammirare le immagini riflesse nelle vetrate, specie quando si attiva una delle installazioni artistiche pi√Ļ suggestive che arricchiscono la passerella intorno al museo, la scultura della nebbia del giapponese Fujiko Nakaya che ad intervalli regolari ma imprevedibili avvolge il visitatore in una densa nuvola di nebbia artificiale (che raggiunge anche l'altra grande opera di Anish Kappor realizzata con 80 sfere d'acciaio impilate in modo apparentemente causale sul pelo dell'acqua... sono rimasta incantata a guardarle per un tempo dilatato dalla meraviglia e dal piacere!).

    Una delle tante installazioni artistiche disseminate lungo il Paseo de la Memoria...
    L'ingresso del Museo Guggenheim di Bilbao: la punta sembra proprio la prua di un kayak!
    La scultura di fiori Puppy di Jeff Koons fa la guardia all'ingresso del museo dal 1995...
    Il faro di Santa Catalina a Lekeitio, proteso sul Mar Cantabrico che è già Oceano Atlantico...
    La lunga passerella di pietra permette di raggiungere l'isola con la bassa marea...

    Bilbao non √® solo il Guggehneim, comunque: √® anche la citt√† della metropolitana ideata da Sir Norman Foster, che avr√† anche disegnato lo yacth pi√Ļ brutto del mondo, ma si √® pienamente rifatto con la perfetta fusione di ingegneria ed architettura che risalta tanto nelle passerelle sotterranee, sospese alle volte con possenti tiranti di acciaio, che nelle entrate in vetro, simili al carapace di un armadillo e che tutti hanno preso a chiamare Fosteritos; √® anche la citt√† dell'aeroporto La Paloma disegnato dall'architetto spagnolo Calatrava, lo stesso del ponte pedonale Zubi Zuri sulla Ria, e che di questo richiama la struttura sospesa come di un uccello ad ali spiegate, che per√≤ a noi ha ricordato di pi√Ļ i fanoni di una balena; √® anche la citt√† dell'Euskalduna, il Centro Congressi e Musica che si erge come un grande bacino di carenaggio di ferro arrugginito proprio dove un tempo sorgevano i cantieri di costruzione delle navi baleniere, orgoglio della marina basca.
    Bilbao è anche la città dell'Alhondiga, un vecchio deposito di vini recuperato a moderno centro di servizi, cultura e tempo libero, con 43 colonne tortili che sorreggono tre edifici di mattoni rossi in cui sono accolte sale cinematografiche, biblioteche, sale espositive, negozi e ristoranti e persino un centro sportivo con due piscine sul tetto. Bilbao è la città del Casco Viejo, pieno di stradine medioevali lastricate coi ciottoli levigati del fiume e di bar aperti fino a notte fonda. Bilbao è la città del Museo Basco, allestito all'interno di un antico collegio gesuita oggi in restauro, del Museo Archelogico, affacciato sull'altro lato della stessa Piazza Nuova, e del Museo Marittimo, abbellito all'esterno non solo dall'altissima torre Carola completamente ridipinta di rosso ma anche da tante boe e catene che un tempo ancoravano pescherecci e rimorchiatori.
    Bilbao √® persino una citt√† di mare, bench√© il Mar Cantabrico disti pi√Ļ di 14 km dal centro: due linee della metropolitana, pulite, veloci e frequenti, collegano il centro cittadino alle spiagge di sabbia incastonate tra le alte scogliere rocciose della costa basca. A suggellare il passaggio dalle montagne al mare √® sempre la Ria, sormontata a due passi dal porto da un enorme ponte trasportatore, il Bizkaiko Zubia, che permette il transito di persone ed auto (soltanto sei per volta) da una sponda all'altra senza intralciare la navigazione: costruito nel 1893, primo nel suo genere e divenuto patrimonio dell'umanit√† Unesco nel 2006, il ponte √® alto 61 metri s.l.m., lungo oltre 160 metri e permette di tenere sospesa sul vuoto una gondola bianca che fa la spola 24 ore al giorno e che sembra una navicella spaziale antesignana della serie di Star Trek...

    Pronti per la prima vera giornata di acqua (sotto e sopra!)
    Mauro su un kayak non suo e su un fiume (di acqua salmastra, almeno!)
    Riunione all'ultima ansa praticabile del fiume...
    Rientro in SUP: che gran bella scoperta!

    Bilbao √® anche una capitale divertente, allegra, movimentata, piena di piccole e grandi cose che hanno attirato la nostra attenzione: le strisce pedonali, per dire, sono spatolate in maniera artistica per renderle meno scivolose e ne manca sempre una, la seconda o la terza dal marciapiede, per evitare che ciclisti o motociclisti possano scivolarci sopra con le ruote; i semafori, poi, hanno gli omini verdi per il passaggio pedonale che ad un certo punto prendono vita e cominciano a correre sempre pi√Ļ veloci quando mancano pochi secondi al rosso; le mattonelle dei marciapiedi, inoltre, sono tutte marcate con dei fiorellini tondi che ricordano quelli di Barcellona ma in mazzetti pi√Ļ pieni e che a volte sono battuti sul cemento grigio e uniforme ed altre invece sul cotto cangiante. Bilbao √® una citt√† facile da vivere e da visitare: all'arrivo in aeroporto, ed in ogni altro centro di informazioni turistiche, vengono distribuite le cartine della citt√† che riportano non solo le linee di bus, tram e metro, ma anche le indicazioni di alberghi e pensioni, cos√¨ abbiamo prenotato facilmente quella pi√Ļ vicina alla fermata dell'autobus; le campane per la raccolta differenziata del vetro sono tutte ricoperte di murales artistici e tematici, che ti fanno venire voglia di cercare in ogni dove bottiglie di vetro da buttare per potere ammirare da vicino tutti quei lavori geniali ed ispirati; i parcheggi per le auto sono abbelliti da posti colorati in diversi tonalit√† di giallo, blu, rosso e verde e persino i posti riservati alle moto hanno riquadri colorati di dimensioni ridotte... che ti viene voglia di star l√¨ a giocare ai colori per giorni interi...
    Anche la lingue basca ha i suoi misteri accattivanti: è piena di X e K, la lettera usata per il plurale, e ricorda vagamente la lingua Inuit (chissà che alle sue origini ancora sconosciute non ci sia un qualche legame con gli abitanti dell'altro lato dell'Atlantico, raggiunti durante una battuta di caccia...). Arkaitz ha provato a spiegarci qualche regola ma noi siamo rimasti affascinati dalla moltitudine di parole in K: komunak, tabacoak, patatak frigituak, kayakak e persino un grandioso fax-ak!

    Una delle tante curiose parole della lingua basca...
    Il gruppo al gran completo alla partenza da Urdaibai per Lekeitio...
    La partenza da Urdaibai con l'alta marea...
    La sosta in un porticciolo lungo la costa basca con la marea calante...
    Arkaitz e Peki: con loro le escursioni sono sempre facili, sicure e divertenti!

    Dopo tre giorni di sole, di pioggia, di vento trascorsi nella capitale basca, ci siamo spostati con i trasporti pubblici, veloci ed economici, fino a Lekeitio, un paese di 6000 persone che in estate vede triplicati i suoi residenti. E' un piccolo villaggio di pescatori che si affaccia su un'isolotto roccioso e pelato dal vento che √® collegato alla terra ferma da un lungo camminamento di pietra, che si copre con l'alta marea e si scopre con la bassa marea (che qui raggiunge anche i cinque metri di dislivello e che viene misurata con un coefficiente variabile a seconda delle stagioni e delle lune). L'isola di San Nicola protegge l'ingresso del porticciolo di Lekeitio, rigonfio di imbarcazioni a remi e a motore assiepate dietro la muraglia costruita a protezione dello specchio d'acqua che non sempre resiste agli assalti dell'oceano: una delle prime cose che ci ha raccontato Arkaitz √® che la croce di pietra issata accanto alla rosa dei venti √® stata spezzata pi√Ļ volte dalle onde furibonde che risalgono la scogliere e si schiantano sul molo.
    Le casette di legno sul lungo mare sono tutte attaccate le une alle altre, alte sei o sette piani e con delle bo-window dipinte di colori diversi. Accanto alla piazzetta principale sorge la bella chiesa gotica contornata di archi rampanti che proiettano le loro ombre proprio sulla sede del club di remo. I bar ed i ristoranti sono gli esercizi commerciali pi√Ļ frequenti e frequentati: una delle tradizioni locali pi√Ļ sentite e seguite √® quella di "ir de txikiteo" - andare per vini, spostandosi con gli amici da un bar all'altro durante l'intero fine settimana per assaggiare i tanti spuntini che ricoprono i banconi dei locali. Pintxos & Txakoli sono gli ingredienti sicuri ed immancabili per una perfetta serata basca: il "bolseros" si incarica di tenere la cassa e di fare le ordinazioni, cambiando locale dopo ogni giro di vino o birra, servite in bicchieri tutti uguali che pure fanno il giro del paese. Sono tutti in strada, il venerd√¨ ed il sabato sera: giovani e anziani, famiglie con bambini, ragazzi in maglietta e ragazze a grappoli, tutti presi dal rito collettivo del tirar tardi fino all'alba per collezionare una sbornia dietro l'altra. Ed √® tutto allegro, leggero e condiviso.

    Siamo noi!
    In navigazione verso Lekeitio...
    Sotto il faro di Santa Catalina di Lekeitio...
    All'ingresso del porto di Lekeitio con bassa marea...

    Ci sono anche tanta altre tradizioni locali, dalla pelota giocata con una speciale cesta di vimini oggi riprodotta in materiale plastico multicolore, alle feste popolari in cui gli uomini si sfidano non solo in danze coreografiche ma anche in giochi rurali come il taglio dei tronchi ed il sollevamento dei massi: a Lekeitio una delle tradizioni pi√Ļ forti e pi√Ļ radicate nel territorio √® quella delle gare di remo, che ogni anno si ripetono tra ragazzi adolescenti, adulti e anche donne. Le barche in legno colorato hanno da 4 a 8 posti ed il vogatore usa un solo remo infilato sullo scalmo, mentre il capitano che da il tempo regola un altro remo libero per le virate. Abbiamo rischiato di provare una barca tradizionale, ma alla fine erano tutte occupate per le esercitazioni settimanali ed abbiamo ripiegato sul parco-avventura, una delle tante attrattive del turismo attivo della zona: un bosco attrezzato con funi e liane e passerelle di corda come sempre di pi√Ļ se ne trovano in giro per il mondo, ma questo gestito dalla Generalitat e tenuto in ottime condizioni, nonostante la numerosa presenza di bruchi della processionaria. Mauro ed io siamo rimasti in camera a curarci la febbre, arrivata a Bilbao insieme alla pioggia del secondo giorno, mentre i ragazzi di Menorca en kayak si sono cimentati per l'intera giornata a salire e scendere dagli alberi per rafforzare il gi√† eccellente lavoro di squadra.
    Il venerd√¨ √® stata poi la volta del SUP, lo stand-up-paddle che sta diventando il pi√Ļ diffuso sport di pagaia del mondo: visto il forte vento da sud, con raffiche di oltre 15 nodi, ci siamo rifugiati nel piccolo fiume che dalla piccola baia antistante il porticciolo di Lekeitio risale con diverse volute la verdissima vallata accanto al paese, che in alcuni scorci panoramici ricorda il tratto alpino del Trentino. Quando la corrente di marea faceva sentire i suoi effetti sul fiume, rientrando per diversi chilometri, allora ci sedevamo sulle ginocchia per non perdere l'equilibrio: ma quando siamo usciti in mare aperto ed abbiamo circumnavigato la piccola isola di San Nicola, io ho smesso di preoccuparmi e mi sono goduta la navigazione in piedi!

    La conclusione di un splendida giornata di pagaiata!
    L'ultimo saluto agli amici baschi e minorchini...
    Uno dei tanti brindisi delle serate basche!
    La visita domenicale e fuori programma al monastero di San Juan de Gatzelugatxe...
    Il ritorno a casa, felici come bambini!

    Il sabato, invece, siamo rientrati nella nostra zona di conforto ed in kayak, singoli e doppi, abbiamo percorso i quasi 25 km che separano la riserva di Urdaibai da Lekeitio, costeggiando prima una delle pi√Ļ grandi dune del nord che per√≤ viene periodicamente erosa dal vento e dall'acqua, passando poi accanto alla famosa onda di surf di Mundaka, la pi√Ļ lunga onda sinistra d'Europa, e pagaiando infine lungo imponenti scogliere rocciose interrotte solo qua e la da qualche spiaggia di sabbia e qualche paesino incastonato tra i boschi di abeti (che impressione gli alberi cos√¨ alti tanto vicini al mare - quelli che di solito siamo abituati a vedere in montagna, per giunta!).
    Il faro di Lekeitio ha salutato la nostra pagaiata al tramonto e anche una passeggiata domenicale: il vento in aumento fino a Forza 7 ha impedito di continuare le attività in acqua, ma sotto l'acqua battente siamo rimasti al riparo dell'accogliente bar del porto per pianificare le attività future!
    Non mancheranno altre occasioni per incontrare i ragazzi di Menorca en kayak ed aspettiamo con ansia le prossime Jornadas di ottobre per tornare a pagaiare intorno alla pi√Ļ bella delle Isole Baleari. Nel frattempo, per√≤, abbiamo anche cominciato a pensare a corsi ed escursioni da ripetere nei Paesi Baschi, magari con un percorso itinerante tra Bilbao e San Sebastian, l'altra grande attrattiva basca, e magari in compagnia di un gruppo di pagaiatori italiani interessati a scoprire le bellezze del posto.
    Non è mai facile riassumere in poche righe le tante emozioni di una lunga settimana vissuta a terra ed in mare: noi speriamo così di tornare presto a solcare le acque atlantiche del Mar Cantabrico e di pagaiare ancora fianco a fianco con Arkaitz ed i suoi ragazzi del centro Ur-Urdaibai.
    Grazie infinite per l'accoglienza calorosa e per l'esperienza indimenticabile: eskerrik asko!

    by Tatiana Cappucci ( at March 13, 2018 11:00 pm

    The Ikkatsu Project
    In the Service of the Ocean

    What Climate Change?

    It was 73 degrees here in T-town yesterday, pretty high temp for this time of year. We’re back to gray skies today but it still feels like winter broke its back. Less fires in the woodstove, more outside in the fire pit. I’m a huge supporter of this time of year. Still, it does seem wrong, in a way.

    The days are speeding on though, at this particular time. Lots of logistics for this summer’s cleanup, along with collaborations to be set up for this September’s Tacoma Shoreline Survey. If I listed everything out here, I would be doing that list and nothing else. At some time, I expect to get the upper hand in this game of Whack-a-Mole. That time has not come yet.

    I must go. I have a phone call to make to Wrangell Public Works. Wish me luck.*

    *Wish me luck, and please consider a gift to help these and other programs continue. 2018 is a busy year and the calendar is full. Which is fantastic, but it also means that there are more financial demands that need to be met. Please click on the donation button on the right side of the home page (or simply click here), and follow the easy instructions. Thank you for your generous support!

    by Ken Campbell at March 13, 2018 05:22 pm

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

    The hidden isles and recesses of Loch Moidart

    We left Castle Tiorum and continued...  ...our exploration of the South Channel of Loch Moidart. The wooded sides of Riska island fall steeply into the blue waters of the loch. Our tour of the inner Loch Moidart continued past Eilean an Fheidh (deer isle) and... ...tiny Eilean na Craoibhe (tree isle). Normally we are in a desperate hurry here as we have  usually been rushing before

    by Douglas Wilcox ( at March 13, 2018 03:50 pm

    Qajaq Rolls
    Dedicated to the Art of Greenland Style Kayak Rolling

    Yoga for rolling ‚Äď Strength

    Despite my desire for rolling to be a purely relaxed, gentle and meditative practice, I cannot overlook that strength is needed if one's rolls are to be successful. Repeatedly practicing rolls helps develop strength in the muscles needed to roll if the rolls succeed, otherwise, you run the risk of developing the muscles (and memories) needed to fail. By using yoga to develop strength, before trying to roll, you give yourself a better chance of success.  You start your rolling practice knowing you are physically capable. Then, the rolling becomes a mental activity, one in which we learn how to apply our strength and flexibility.

    by Christopher Crowhurst at March 13, 2018 05:24 am

    Freya Hoffmeister
    Goddess of Love to the Seas

    Mon 12/03-2018 Day 155

    Pos: 44.6301,-124.0419
    Loc: Newport
    Acc: Maribeth and Rachel’s house
    Dist: 31,9 km
    Start: 09:00 End: 16:40

    I was quite early awake this morning, doing some office work. But in general, I’m getting a good night’s sleep now, and feeling quite fit on today’s third day paddling! I just had to find a friendly helpful hand to get my kayak to the launching ramp, which came with some park warden on his early morning checking tour.

    Exciting the zig zag harbor channel was no big deal, and out there, the warm, quite strong blowing offshore wind felt like spring! Sunshine, and feeling a good working body into about 15 knots SE. Over the day, it calmed down a lot, that I was eventually rather boobing around in the warm sunshine, texting and calling people, just to feel a bit social which I am missing a lot since the first stupid day…

    One spout to see, more to hear, but no real whale humpback showing up…or was I too much immersed into my “office work”? I had to stay quite off the coast, as despite the swell felt low, it was breaking heavily on the rocky coast. The real “wildlife” showed up with sea lions occupying the bell buoy out of the Depoe Bay channel, and inside the harbor of Newport, it was barking, grunting and farting with huge sea lions on every corner. These guys are lazy civilisation occupants!

    Entering the Newport channel on about an hour before low tide was a bit of a challenge, but no big breakers in the middle, just a bit of current to fight. I was able to store my kayak on a private jetty with the help of Phil and Scotty from the Englund Marine store, and Adam was picking me up with his over sized for my typical American truck ūüôā

    Some great cooking and laughing tonight, will stop typing now!

    by Freya at March 13, 2018 03:06 am

    March 12, 2018
    ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

    Lördagssol på Skälderviken

    I l√∂rdags tog vi en go tur p√• Sk√§lderviken. Riktigt g√∂tt i svag medvind och lite solantydan ut√•t l√§ngs norrsidan. Snackade om bad men n√§r vi v√§nde var det svalt i den svaga svaga vinden. Blev badkrukigt men √§nd√• finfint med lite paddeldr√§ll s√•klart ūüôā

    Inlägget Lördagssol på Skälderviken dök först upp på

    by Erik Sjöstedt at March 12, 2018 08:02 pm
    Triathlon, cycling, sea kayaking, swimming and life in the Scottish Highlands

    March Chalenge #1 - Explore Andalucia

    I've been visiting Spain for forty years.  During that time I've seen a lot of the country.

    I've mountain-biked in Extremadura, climbed hiked and cycled the Pyrenees, ridden the ancient pilgrim route to Santiago, and spent many, many weeks living between Valencia and Alicante where my parents lived and died.

    Andalusia had escaped my attention so I decided this was the month to rectify this oversight.

    I would combine a cycle training camp with a visit to some of the great Andalusian cities of Granada, Ronda and Seville.

    I decided I would not take the training camp too seriously - after all I'm not training for anything - so I could mix the riding with city exploring.  I looked at a few companies offering camps, and decided to go with Andalucian Cycling Experience.  They had great reviews, promptly replied to emails, the dates worked but in truth, the main reason was their location.  From their Montecorto base I could easily reach Ronda and Seville.

    To save you hunting, the others were Wheels in Wheels, Epic Cycling, Cycle Sierra Nevada, and Custom Cycle Coaching.
    Montecorto, home to Andalucian Cycling Experience
    The experience of cycling in Andalucia deserves a separate post which I shall write.  However, just getting to the lovely village of Montecorto proved a challenge worthy of my #yr60 programme!

    This was the cunning plan.  I don't have a bikebox, so planned to borrow one from my friend Allister in Northumberland.  I'd stay with him overnight, leave the car, and he'd drive me to Newcastle airport for the Malaga flight early Saturday morning. 

    The 'Beast from the East' weather hit the UK days before I left home in North West Scotland.  "Stay in your homes", was the advice.  EasyJet cancelled all its Friday flights from Newcastle.  Hotels were full to overflowing.  Allister had to walk five miles home through deep snow because there was no way to get up his track.  Suddenly my Andalucian Cycling Experience was looking doubtful.

    Is it a sledge or bike box?
    I set off from home early Friday morning.  The Amber weather warning across Scotland's central belt switched to Yellow as I reached it and I sailed through.

    While the side roads were snow-choked, the main roads were clear and, with relatively few cars using them, I made it to Newcastle Airport Hotel in a little over five hours - that's actually faster than normal.

    Meanwhile, Allister had sledged the bike box down his track and met me at the hotel which I'd reserved on the moment the weather looked doubtful.

     I was set.

    And alone.

    When I reached Montecorto I discovered I was the only person on this cycle training camp!  Two other riders had postponed their trips (there was only ever three of us) so I had the town-house and cycle guide Drew all to myself.  Initially I was slightly narked by this - one of my reasons for coming had been to ride and hang out with other cyclists.  As it was it worked out very well.

    No strap, snapped cable tie, open catches
    I was also rather lucky.  Allister had given me a ratchet compression strap to wrap around and secure the Polaris Bike Pod box.

    At the other end, the strap had disappeared, along with the luggage tag identifier that the airline had wrapped around it.  These straps hold ladders of car roofs and simply do not snap, so it must have been cut off by baggage handlers.

    Also one set of cable-ties had snapped, and two of the locks on the bike box pinged open, putting enormous strain on the remaining catches.

    I was lucky the bike and contents survived.

    This was the second time a Polaris Bike Pod had sprung open on me.  For the return I had it 'wrapped' in a thick clingfilm-like wrapped in the departure hall which added ‚ā¨20 to the flight but meant it arrived intact.

    Andalucia might have escaped the snow but it had suffered storms.  The previous week's cyclists missed a few days riding because of torrential rain and  especially high winds.

    It was completely unseasonable for this part of the world, and while it moderated, the rain hadn't entirely disappeared.  So we switched days around to suit the weather.

     When it was raining hard in the mountains,  I headed north to explore Seville.  There's a single-line metro and it's easy to drive to a large well signed park-and-ride and take the train into the centre.  Andalucia had also been hit by storms and all the city parks were closed for clear-up crews to work.  I'd identified three 'must-do' sights in Seville.
    Real Alcazar, Seville
    The Real Alcazar is an Moorish fort/place which is now the royal residence in the city.  The cool architecture, designed for summer days over 40C, was harder to appreciate in the chilly temperature, but the beauty shone through.  There were a surprising number of tourists too.

    So many tourists that the queue to get into the cathedral was just too long to contemplate, so I walked to the third on my list, the Plaza Espana.  I remember the publicity around 1992 Seville Expo and considered taking the metro out to the site, but saw photos showing it was pretty much wasteland.
    Plaza Espana, Seville
    I was slightly underwhelmed by Seville.  I'm not sure why.  Perhaps it was the temperature?  It's a city designed for the heat of the sun.

    Whereas Ronda is impressive.  Essentially it's one old square with a bridge over a breathtaking gorge.  Drew included a stop here during one of our rides and it was a great way to visit.  Yet again, there was a overwhelming number of tourists even in March.

    So what about Granada?  The big tourist attraction here is the Alhambra, but I discovered tickets must be bought a month in advance.  Plus Liz had told me to leave something to do with her.  So that will have to wait.  Next, I'll write something about the cycling which really was very good.

    by Simon Willis ( at March 12, 2018 06:00 am

    Freya Hoffmeister
    Goddess of Love to the Seas

    Sun 11/03-2018 Day 154

    Pos: 44.8083,-124.0600
    Loc: Depoe Bay
    Acc: Hilleberg Allak tent
    Dist: 30,4 km
    Start: 10:20 End: 16:15

    A good night’s rest…a chilly sunny but humid morning…time to go! But…check the river bar first…and it did look very different from when I came in! The last two hours of the running up tide created such nasty breakers on this morning’s swell I thought I better stay in and wait for the tide to go down again around 10ish…I saw two kayaks on the beach close to the river entrance…what were these guys up to?
    I followed the two paddlers just leaving for the other end of the beach, even whistled at them, they turned around, but they didn’t stop walking…well…I slowly followed, and thought they must have important private stuff to talk about…I dared to whistle again, and now came some reaction! Laurence and Matt have been just paddling half out and in again, but were also judging these were too nasty much of trashing breakers…and now they were on their way to Camp Westwind on the other end of the beach to get the ATV to get the kayaks back. After they heard my story, and I got invited to follow them in. Nice chatting, and a wonderful family camp! We drove back to my tent in an open beach ATV, kind of a funny small adventure trip this sunny morning!

    I slowly got ready, enjoying each sunny ray, and carefully feeling my body if the strong stiffness was natural after so long time no paddling, or if something was aching wrong…but all good. Just rusty!

    With some pondering heartbeat, I slowly neared the river bar, determined to get out without a drop in my face…well, almost! One fat breaker I couldn’t avoid, but ducked down successfully, climbed the next one, and crashed down on the other side from about 2 m…bang! Out I was! Quite some swell going this morning…I had to point out to sea a couple of times when some scary swell was cresting up, and avoided more than once to look to my left where monster breakers were rolling on the unprotected open beach with spraying crests. At some point, the swell went a bit down, and paddling became relaxed.

    Not much to see today on the open beach! I decided to try something I haven’t done before, also because I was relatively new to Google Play Music…I just had collected my favorite songs a few months ago…I had some batteries to spare, and decided I’ll paddle now with music! No head set, my phone has amazing strong speakers itself. It felt like paddling at home on my kayak ergo meter, or driving long distance with my car, but I soon realized that the beats per minutes on the ergo meter were matching very different to my real water strokes! I found out the best beats-per-minute songs for real water, and additionally was singing at the top of my voice. Good to have no hoarse voice any more! I could have flipped up the matching texts, to make some real “paddling Karaoke”, but was content with the few words I had to sing along. I also occasionally implement my thoughts into the songs with sentences matching the rhythm…a funny game, thank goodness nobody was listening! ūüôā

    When I was nearing the cliffs of Depoe Bay, I better stopped the music session, geared up with helmet and PFD, unclipped all safety lines, and kept on paddling up to the red buoy marking the best entrance line under the bridge. The bay reef was breaking horribly! But I knew there would be a clean entrance line, just be patient…I had to let through one fishing charter first, then I was honking my air horn as required and paddled with those two 90 degrees bents into the calm harbor. No ship going out, thank goodness…

    I slowly inhaled the harbor feeling, paddled a bit around, and took out at the boat ramp leading to the park. On a green grassy stripe close to a park bench, I decided this will be my “homeless camp” for this night, I just had to get my gear to the sot! A helpful hand for the kayak was quickly found, and I had a few hours to spare in warm sunshine. Not too bad of a city camp tonight!

    Tomorrow will be Newport, where a friend of Adam Webb will be hosting me for the Tuesday weather day off. Thanks for that! I could do some office work…and use already a shower…

    by Freya at March 12, 2018 02:29 am

    March 11, 2018

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


    Un truco para llevar todo bien sujeto al chaleco y no perder nada al pescar o navegar. leer m√°s

    March 11, 2018 09:33 pm

    Manolo Pastoriza


    Empieza la √©poca para practicar y seguir avanzando a nivel t√©cnico.  

    Con este curso podr√°s empezar a adquirir o mejorar los conocimientos para afrontar condiciones m√°s exigentes.

    El objetivo principal de este curso es que puedas seguir mejorando o seguir practicando las t√©cnicas de kayak de mar y  realizar tus salidas  de manera  m√°s segura.

    D√≠a 15: SEGURIDAD 
    Rescates, Autorrescates y Remolques.

    Lugar: Cangas do Morrazo - Pontevedra

    Grupos m√°ximo de 6 kayakistas.

    Más información:

    by Manolo Pastoriza ( at March 11, 2018 05:00 pm

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

    March 11 - Discovery (#15)

    Dan, Rob and I went for a morning paddle around the islands. A nice morning with no current and a northerly wind at around 10 knots. Saw one sea lion around Seabird point.
    click to enlarge
    15 km, YTD 141 km

    by Mike J ( at March 11, 2018 12:37 pm

    Freya Hoffmeister
    Goddess of Love to the Seas

    Sat 10/03-2018 Day 153

    Pos: 45.0455,-124.0027
    Loc: Salmon River
    Acc: tent
    Dist: 24,5 km
    Start: 09:05 End: 15:00

    At 6 am, the noise of the dory men launching their fishing boats told me it’s dawn…I still remember one boats spectacular high-speed-sliding-on-the-beach-landing on my last year’s arrival. Besides that, the night was relatively quiet in my log corner.

    My body was naturally aching from the longish swim, but the real body ache from the first day’s paddle is tonight…feeling like an old lady in a sanatorium in my tent…

    But the first day’s paddle was already 100% worth that feeling! I was still mourning my lost paddling buddy Jos√©, feeling a bit like I had sacrificed him to launching rather yesterday than today…as it was much calmer, as forecasted. But it was our mutual decision, though I should have pulled the break not only after going out and in again…

    A nice chap came by on my launch, explaining he had paddled also most of the coast down south. He didn’t knew about me, and got my signature card to learn :-). Thanks for your launching help! Sorry I forgot your name…

    I enjoyed very much the sunny day, though on the open coast, it was much more windy with 12-18 knots headwinds from SE than expected. I made my way, slowly but surely, listening carefully to how my body was starting to work again. i got back into my rhythm, my mind relaxed, my (stress-)coughing was gone, just by inhaling the open sea again…I made a vow to myself not to be off the water anytime anymore for half a year!

    When I saw the first seal of this trip section, I felt fully back home in my element again. And then, this high white spouting…far along the cliff headland…again and again. Were those already the “Big fish out there, large enough to eat you!” the old bearded guy Roy sending us off yesterday warned us from? ūüôā

    I felt magically drawn to explore this “spouting”, and soon realized it must be a blowhole in frequent action. As it was…but this strong blowhole was only the first highlight of the cliff coast around Cascade Head! I spotted a high waterfall…with another active blowhole just besides it..and a huge dark hole to the left…a gigantic cave! I judged the swell, all ok, and was silently gliding inside, through the curtain of the waterfall and the spray of the blowhole in action into it’s magic interior. The cave was high and impressive like a church, with some dozens of seals on the altar-beach. I stayed away from them, separated by some rocks on lowish tide, far enough not to cause a distressed mass launch, inhaling the smell of the seal rookery cove. Those magic places get me alive…and I felt sorry I had sacrificed Jos√©’s company due to the combination of some mistakes.

    Reflecting on the incident yesterday, we simply should have waited one more day…I was actually wondering does the local coast guard have no jet skis to rescue swimmers in distress like me? The helicopter with the daunting winch-man felt like a bit like an overkill…and they would truly not have winched up my kayak. I might have accepted a jet ski tow…but thanks again for their presence! Maybe the helicopter rotor blew me into the right direction…I still remember some coast guard practice like this on a symposium in Anglesey, causing a few kayak to roll continuously (for fun…). Myself, I have been winched up for practice in Iceland, finding myself up in the air with lovely Kristin Nelson! But mostly, I connect helicopter flights the other way round – jumping out of those…best when standing still in the air…it’s like a base jump… ūüôā

    Highlight after high light came along Cascade Head, a noisy sea lion colony, many narrow channels to pass on the right timing, a few more minor caves, and a beautiful double-arch where I was going through three times for “three times luck”. Can’t even recall them all now…too many natural wonders!

    The entry into Salmon river felt easy on low surf, and once inside, a paddled around the bend to find the take out with the least carrying distance.
    I have a wonderful dead-calm campsite, just a few houses across, and a handful of weekend-boats around. Life is good! Just missing good company to share…

    I organized the last food and house hold items, still too physically tired to cook and hot meal. But mentally, I feel I’m back to my real life!

    by Freya at March 11, 2018 03:49 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!)

    Gowanus Graffiti and Street Art Flickr Album

    Poor TQ came down with a bug, so our plans for tomorrow are off, but I ended up going to the walking tour of the Gowanus Canal anyways, and it was great!

    I was very interested in going on the tour because Owen Foote, the co-founder of the Gowanus Dredgers who was our guide today, is an architect and urban planner who's been involved in water use and ecological awareness in the Gowanus area for years. He's incredibly knowledgeable and as I expected, he gave an amazingly informative talk about the history and present time of the area as he led us on a walk that wound through the neighborhood, starting at the Smith and 9th street subway station and finishing at the northern end of the canal, where the water swirls and foams as the pumping station pours in water from the East River.

    It was such a good tour, and I took so many pictures that I'm not even sure where to start, so I decided to start with the same thing Owen started us off with - street art! There's an amazing variety in the area, and our first stop on the tour was at the GOWANUS street mural. I've put together a flickr album of the art that particularly caught my eye today -- click here to visit. I hope you enjoy it! BTW, if you liked this post and you live in the area, keep an eye on the Dredgers website, they're going to start offering monthly art walks led by a local artist as one of their things to do once the weather warms up a bit. I will definitely be joining in on one of those!  

    by (bonnie) at March 11, 2018 02:21 am

    March 10, 2018
    Kajak, Foto,Friluftsliv

    Vildmarksmässan 2018 (explore)

    Explore m√§ssan i √Ąlvsj√∂ 2018 var det n√•got att g√• p√•? Ogillar verkligen nya namnet och var inte mycket kvar av vildmarksm√§ssan.¬† R√§ddningen var att den p√•gick samtidigt som b√•t och fotom√§ssan som drog mycket folk som √§ven spiller √∂ver p√• Explore. Ensam var det inte mycket att ha…Lite m√§rkligt att den fanns en utom husdel som inte direkt gick att g√• till utan att l√§mna m√§ssan. Lite synd d√• den delen var lite mer originell se video nedan. Kajaksidan var dock p√• b√•tm√§ssan med stor monter. J√∂rgen p√• kajaksidan sa att de snart har stora nya fina utst√§llningslokaler d√• det har kunnat ut√∂ka bredvid befintliga lokalerna.

    by Bengt Larsson at March 10, 2018 06:40 pm

    WK 525

    Såg den här nya WK 525 på mässan, gillar WK 500 så det här kanske är intressant.

    by Bengt Larsson at March 10, 2018 06:17 pm

    Freya Hoffmeister
    Goddess of Love to the Seas

    Fri 09/03-2018 Day 151

    Pos: 45.2181,-123.9739
    Loc: Cape Kiwanda
    Acc: tent
    Dist: 3 km
    Start: 11:30 End: 12:15

    Ok, this was not Plan A, B or C, but (un)Plan D…

    Jos√© and I got ready to drive from Warrenton with two cars, as Buruce realized I’d get best additional rest with occupying the back seat for two hours of extra sleep or meditation. Thanks for that mindfulness, Bruce and Terry!
    I did put my scarf over my face, and blndfolded listened to my body, lying nicely on the spycious back seat wrapped in a cozy blanket, my head and some pillows. Terry brough this bedding in…oh this couple did so well for me! Will love them forever!
    I did some strectchig with all limps in all directions, switched my brain quite fully off, and decided after two hours driving, despite lack of sleep, I’m ready to go.

    On the beach at 10 am, we both had ample time to load both boats for the first time, even for me as an experience packer, my gear was not 100% sortet to my content due to lack of time…Jos√© packed well, and quite realized this kayak takes LOADS!

    Low tide was at 1 pm, and the swell and surf calmed down noticably by the minute, leaving the usual channel with quite low surf to exit which we both judged as absolutely doable…if…Jos√© wouldn’t be in my boat, for him the first time…

    Anyway, we decided this is doable, Jos√© felt comfortable, I checked through all his gear and I helped him launching, getting afloat in the shallows, making sure his rudder is deployed. The plan was to meet in the shelter of Haystack rock, where the sea looked calm. I made the mistake to let him launch with the paddle leash on, which I even eventually did myself…it sounds like a minor mistake which I never do, I always launch without leash, but it happened, and it had influence of his easiness to re-entry later. Glad he made it anyway, but also not sure if his paddle would still be in his hands without leash…but in any case, always launch without leash.

    He paddled out all right, but very soon out of direction, obviously not able to control the boat with the rudder as it should be. He later said, it was mainly due to the inner pedal position, different to the outer position in his own kayak. Mistake no. 2, we really should have paddled my for him new kayak in dead-calm sea first…He ended up aiming way too far to the right of Haystack rock, where the surf was occasionally breaking nasty, without being able to keep the quite safe line out which we both felt absolutely comfortable to handle – in a boat we are used to… One of those nasty breakers caught him capsizing, I saw this and thought “SHIT”, please let him be safe now!, as I really had no means now to get out to help him.

    Jos√© told me later, he managed to re-entry with a cowboy entry. Well done in still some occasionally nasty breaking corner, with the reef rocks of the beach close. He paddled out to where he judged to feel safe to wait for me, with still a half-swamped cockpit. I hurried to launch myself, all fine for me, but I couldn’t see Jos√© for probably ten very worried minutes! Fuck! Was he already stuck on the headland rocks somewhere??? Finally I saw hi way far out to the right of Haystack rock, pointing his bow out to sea to stay stable in his half-swamped kayak, all correct. I tried to contact him on the radio, no answer. No whistle reaction, no shouting possible. I finally reached him, and first realized he had not pumped out his cockpit yet.

    We quickly paddled into the more shelter of the huge rock rafted up, he pumped, and he said he felt all right. I decided to go back in anyway, this was not going to be our start of a longer paddle today. We would go tomorrow in even more calm conditions. We reached some red floating buoy which I judged to be a good calm spot to wait, told him not to go in before I was out of my boat and ready to catch him. I paddled in with a small surfing, but no big issue. Jos√© ha to judge out there his own timing, did fine first, but capsized anyway. Another SHIT!, as I saw him and his kayak still together, but surely drifting toward the rocks…I walked out as far as I could, hoping him to let go of the kayak and to swim-rescue himself, what’s a broken kayak worth against a saved life. I was also realizing the rip current here which I am not much used to, but knew in theory how to handle, swim parallel until it changes…

    Jos√© finally drifted far out even more to the big rocks, but I knew there was a halfway safe calm channel. He thank goodness finally let go of the kayak, swam in all right in the inner channel, and I knew he was safe, while I kept an eye on the drifting kayak. It didn’t get smashed on the rocks, but was rather bobbing up and down with not much force. Ok, now time for a longer swim, I thought, stripped my spray deck to the rocks, finally reached the kayak, clipped my tow line to the bow, and swam for my life and the life of my dear baby…well, it sounds now more dramatic than i really felt, as soon as I was connected to the boat, I knew we could make it. Not fully sure yet about the method…I first turned the swamped kayak upright, stuffed the paddle float and water bag dangling to the side back into the cockpit, and started to swim.

    Soon I had to realize I am not getting quick enough out of the dangerous rocky area, decided to grab his spare split Greenland paddle from the back deck, connected it, and on my back, with the tow line between my legs, I used the paddle with strong strokes to help me swimming and towing the kayak out of the danger zone. It worked all right, I felt making progress parallel to the shore, saw a flashlight car on the beach, and soon the rescue helicopter buzzing above me. In no time of my paddling career I had to call 911 myself, and to be rescued by a helicopter, leaving “my” boat behind!!! And it won’t be today either…I kept on swimming, relaxed on my back, occasionally turning my head to judge the distance to the rocks and to the beach. I also signalized with thumbs up to the guys above me in the air I am feeling fine and capable to rescue me and “my” kayak myself…hope I got the right signal, also need to work on that…

    Away from the calmish channel and off the rip current, I was now facing the quite nasty breakers further away from the rocks, knowing I now need to watch I’m not getting hit by the kayak…I had to duck-dive down three times to avoid successfully exactly that, once the tow belt dragged hard on me behind the surfing kayak. Godd, we are getting in…I checked the belt release, just in case…but decided I do not need to let go yet. Hypothermia was noticeably getting closer after about twenty minutes of swim, but no time yet to pull the belt off and to body-surf in myself only…I kept on relatively relaxed paddling hard toward beach, feeling often if I could finally touch ground, the buzzing helicopter still above me…no way, guys, you won’t need to get me! I was hoping they did not decide themselves at some point to take serious action to lower a rescue person…and finally, eventually, I touched ground, saw Jos√© in the shallows, waved him to help, and together, we reached with the swamped kayak safe ground. All good. A fat big hug, not much words.

    Terry, Bruce and Laytisha assisted as good as they could to get the kayak dry up and unloaded, while the coast guard guys and sheriff were just keen to get their paperwork done. later guys, I need to get dry and warm first…but I answered some necessary questions. My dry suit held up to 95%, need to get it checked at Kokatat’s once passing Arcata…Terry drove to the one and only hot outdoor shower behind a restaurant without any privacy, i didn’t give it a shit, stripped down, but was at least so “polite” to put on a string…but had to chase away a restaurant employee smoking in a break close to the shower…he eventually turned around, while Terry desperately tried to make some privacy with my large towel…hilarious situation…I was in the urgent need for a hot shower, but had to keep some dignity regarding stripping fully down without caring…ok, I was finally warm and dry, and we all had a relaxed de-brief in the warm sun-heated car.

    Jos√© was basically fine, keen to keep on going in another try, but his one finger being a but bent on the attempt to hold on to his kayak prevented him to do so…a pity…but also somehow a relief for me, as I had to realize once more in this humbling experience my lack of skills handling serious incidents – which I was quite aware of, but last year it went all fine with my five paddling partners…but this serious warning was meant to come right at the beginning now, and it was all right. Just feeling sorry for my three lined-up southern paddling partners, maybe we’ll find another solution.

    For now, I camped on the beach, got warm and organized and many hours of quality sleep with few cramped coughing left. My body tells me I am on the right way…

    this morning at 4 am, after sleeping well from 5 pm to 1 am, then from 2 am to 4 am, I first organized the rest of my gear, making still a list what to improve. Then this longish typing was due, and I will launch now! Either Salmon river, or Depoe bay…easy conditions.

    by Freya at March 10, 2018 03:23 pm

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

    Fair birlin' doon the loch to Castle Tioram.

    We left Shoe Bay and set off up the South channel of Loch Moidart with both a fair wind and a flood  tide behind us. We were soon birlin' doon the loch at a most respectable rate of knots. As we paddled deep inland, the loch narrowed and the wind dropped. To the south the land was relatively low lying and is where the outflow of River Sheil carries the fresh water from Loch Sheil into the

    by Douglas Wilcox ( at March 10, 2018 03:21 pm

    Setting off hell for leather to Shoe Bay.

    Donald quickly disappeared over the horizon towards the mouth of the South Channel of Loch Moidart.  We had arranged to meet at Shoe Bay for our third luncheon. We fully expected he would be there long before us. Unfortunately for Donald, the various entrances to this delightful spot are not at all easy to spot from the sea and when... ...we arrived at the inner recesses of Shoe Bay

    by Douglas Wilcox ( at March 10, 2018 03:15 pm

    March 09, 2018

    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!)

    Choices Choices -

    What a decision to make on Saturday! The Gowanus Dredgers are hosting a guided shorewalk along the Gowanus Canal, which is an area I've really never explored but find interesting. I shared that on Facebook, and moments later one of my Coney Island swimming friends said, "But wouldn't you rather come join us planting beach grass on Coney Island?"

    Tough call! At this point I'm leaning towards the shorewalk just because it's shorter, I have some other things to do this weekend, and TQ and I are going to CT for a small family gathering on Sunday, so it's Saturday or bust. I can't remember the last time I've wished as hard that I could be in two places at the same time (or that one event was sure to happen again). Ah well! 

    by (bonnie) at March 09, 2018 07:55 pm

    The Ikkatsu Project
    In the Service of the Ocean

    Seriously, Save the Date

    Consider this an invitation, a special delivery, with bells on, type of invitation. To the 1st ever Ikkatsu Project Spring Social, an opportunity to catch up with friends while you catch up with all the programs that are on our calendar for 2018.

    Sunday, May 6, 2018

    There will be colorful displays (pretty sure). There will be food and adult beverages. There will be a raffle. The band has already been booked. I sense the possibility of an epic afternoon. Please mark this in your calendar… it will be a good time and you would hate to miss it. More details to come in the next days and weeks but feel free to share this far and wide…

    by Ken Campbell at March 09, 2018 05:15 pm

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

    Historic Paddle Illustarion: Robert Petley - Sketch of Halifax from Dartmouth

    Another painting by Lieut. Robert Petley (1809-1869)  which prominently features a Mi'kmaq camp and paddle as well as a distinctive canoe in the background.

    Sketch of Halifax from Dartmouth (with Mi'kmaq)
    Petley, Robert
    Latest Production Date: c 1834
    Material: Watercolour on paper
    Accession Number: 1980.62

    by Murat ( at March 09, 2018 02:22 pm

    March 08, 2018

    Mountain and Sea Scotland
    Hillwalking and Sea Kayaking in Scotland


    Despite the heavy snow and fierce cold of recent weeks, the season is beginning to turn towards Spring.  Winter is often thought of as a dark time with little in the way of colour; but there have been occasional moments of real beauty - as in every winter.

    The dazzling, sparkling purity of snow covered hills against a cloudless blue sky is probably the best example of this and there's been more snow than in recent years too, a "proper" winter.  On this day above Deeside we could see for many miles through the clearest of air.

    Earlier in the season when there wasn't so much snow but plenty of frost. There was contrast between shaded forest which held a frost haze most of the day, and the warmer colours brought to life by sunlight on the slopes of Lochnagar.  The scene in the mountain's great corrie was altogether more monochrome though.

    The winter saw a series of "supermoon" events where the full moon was bigger and brighter than usual due to its proximity to the earth.  The pale blaze of this moonset at home was a beautiful sight, and prompted me to get out and experience the arclight brilliance of this rare event.

    One of the features of the winter landscape is the blonde shades of the fields, grasses and barley stubbles bleached by the frost and wind.  Lit by low sunlight, these apparently lifeless fields take on a remarkable shade.

    Back among the hills, as a freezing night gave way to a sunny day with a fierce north westerly wind. With a combination of frost haze in the glens and searing morning sunlight plus suspended dust from the wind, the view across the Dee valley towards Mount Keen was one of silhouettes softened into shades of light and shadow, the sky almost devoid of colour.  Processing this image in black and white made it actually more true to the view I experienced.

    Days are short in the north of Scotland through the midwinter, the sun remains low for the six or so hours it's above the horizon.  The low angle means that sunrise and sunset can seem quite long, and the delicate lighting of dawn in particular can be quite beautiful.

    Even when the cloud is down and there's apparently little definition, the play of shifting light can be quite magical.  We sat on the moors above Glen Gairn and watched as cloud and sun performed a "dance of the veils" - alternately hiding and revealing the hills and moorland slopes.  The eye was drawn to the geometric shapes of field boundaries in the foreground as a point of reference, but all around us light shifted and changed.

    Spring is on the way bringing a riot of bright colours, but winter isn't so dark and monotone after all.....

    by Ian Johnston ( at March 08, 2018 04:53 pm

    Liquid Fusion Kayaking
    Cate's blog about the kayak adventures of Liquid Fusion Kayaking in Fort Bragg, on the Mendocino Coast, and beyond.

    Intermediate Advanced Rock Gardening

    We are excited to announce that we have just added a 5 day Intermediate and Advanced Art of Sea Kayaking Mendocino Adventure.  

    LFK's 5 Day Art of Sea Kayaking Mendocino September 24-29, 2018 is designed for intermediate and advanced sea kayakers who want to paddle and play in rock gardens and surf.  
    Sea Kayak Rock Gardening at one of our favorite pour-overs.
    This adventure is scheduled over 6 days so that you can enjoy the best of the Mendocino Coast including an off the water day.  This is a great opportunity to see "off the beaten paddle" stretches of the Mendocino Coast including some of our favorite pour-overs and surf waves.

    Click here for more information and information on applying.

    Sea kayak surfing on the Mendocino Coast of California

    by Cate Hawthorne ( at March 08, 2018 05:30 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!)

    Annual Admission That Mom Was Right

    Kids hate to admit that their parents are right, but almost every winter since I moved to New York City, I have to admit that my mom was right about the snow.

    My sister and I were lucky little Navy brats who got to grow up in Hawaii. Hawaii is an absolutely spectacular place to be a kid, and I loved it, but every year when Christmas rolled around and we'd put up the ersatz icicles and snowflakes and decorate the plastic tree (you could buy a real one but they were shipped over on a Matson container ship, cost a zillion dollars, and were well into dropping their needles by the time they made it to the supermarket parking lot), my sister and I would start to get wistful about white Christmases. We'd watch the Christmas movies, and the TV specials, and we'd see the beautiful snow scenes on the Christmas cards we'd get. Wouldn't it be neat, we would think, if it could just magically snow, just for the holiday? Snowball fights! Snow angels! Snow forts and igloos! Snowmen! Sledding! So many wonderful things!

    My mom grew up in New Jersey (not Joisey, please, New Jersey, properly enunciated, she's from the areas that gave the Garden State its name). She grew up with snow, lots of it, every winter.

    And when she would catch us mooning about the white stuff, she would try to explain the different between Hallmark-card snow and real snow. Real snow, she said, isn't all that neat. She would grant that it was pretty when it first fell - but then, she would continue, it doesn't go away. It hangs out, getting plowed and walked on and driven on, and it goes from beautiful white to dirty gray, and you're oh so ready for it to all be over.

    My sister and I were skeptical back then - but now?

    Yep, Mom was right. And this storm didn't even manage the new-fallen-snow prettiness part. Straight to frozen muck.

    Come on, Spring! 

    by (bonnie) at March 08, 2018 04:21 am

    March 07, 2018

    The Ikkatsu Project
    In the Service of the Ocean

    Closer to the Starting Line

    So here’s the plan, bare bones, nothing-but-the-facts-ma’am:

    On June 11, at 5:30pm, I’m planning to start paddling from Tacoma to Port Townsend. It’s the Seventy48, the pre-funk to the Race to Alaska, and it’s only open to human powered vessels, kayaks, canoes, rowboats, SUPs, etc.

    I will be paddling a kayak(?) that I am making from foamed plastic that washed up on the beach in the Tacoma Narrows. The boat is shaped now and awaiting the wrap job, after which it will be painted and ready to go. I hope. There are no guide books for this.

    I’m not expecting to win. That honor will go, I predict, to a double surf ski, paddled by very fit men in their 20’s or 30’s, and they’ll finish in less than 10 hours. (That’s just my bet, without looking at the rest of the field.) I do plan on finishing, however, which means that my boat, the Basura del Mar, needs to be able to cover the 7o miles in less than 48 hours.

    I’m doing this primarily as a way to bring attention to marine debris and to get people to think about their own use of plastic. To the extent that it is entertaining and somewhat uncertain, that is all a bonus. The Ikkatsu Project will have a booth at the pre-race festivities where you can see the boat and get more info about upcoming events and programs. See you there!

    by Ken Campbell at March 07, 2018 08:52 pm

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

    Paradise lost and found and a miserable rock at Cul na Croise (Eden).

    We  had just set off from Camas an Leige on the north Ardnamurchan coast when Donald appeared from the west. He had very nearly made it round Ardnamurchan Point but wisely turned back due to increasing swell. We could not resist landing again and this time Cul na Croise was peaceful as the helicopter had departed. After catching up and after Donald stretched his legs he... ...set off

    by Douglas Wilcox ( at March 07, 2018 08:02 pm

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

    Krieghoff Comparison: Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada 1848

    Another replica I've been itching to do for quite some time is the brightly coloured paddle featured in the Cornelius Krieghoff piece, "Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada" dated to 1848. I first wrote about this paddle way back in 2010 when casually researching historic images. Since then I've read biographies about Krieghoff to learn a bit more about his inspiration and potential accuracy of his images.

    The McCord Museum in Montreal has an original oil by Krieghoff dated to 1847 entitled " Aboriginal Camp in Lower Canada".  In it we see a canoe with highly bent ends, bark wigwams in the background and a group of people in the front. Seated on a log with his back to the viewer, a man is holding a paddle decorated with brightly coloured chevrons.  Unfortunately in this image there is no visible shaft, giving the paddle a bit of a distorted look.

    Painting | Aboriginal Camp in Lower Canada | M19893
    Aboriginal Camp in Lower Canada
    Cornelius Krieghoff (1815-1872)
    1847, 19th century

    The next year in 1848, Krieghoff created another piece based on this image with some minor modifications. The image was retitled, " Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada" and was used to create a lithograph for publication. Multiple copies of these lithographs were distributed around the world over the years and have often come up for auction. An example is the following image by William Reese Company.

    Krieghoff, Cornelius:
    [Montreal: R. & C. Chalmers, 1848]. Lithograph, 15 x 20 inches (visible portion).
     Item #WRCAM32676

    In Krieghoff's updated version, the shaft and bobble shaped grip of the paddle are now in view, eliminating the missing distortion in the previous work. Krieghoff also decided to reverse the chevron pattern on the blade so that the decorations are now "pointing" up towards the grip rather than down towards the blade tip. In order to enhance the appearance of greyscale lithographs, many were subsequently coloured by other artists resulting is slightly different renditions of the paddle decoration.

    The McCord Museum also has one of these painted lithograph prints. The coloured bands on the blade and shaft follow a Red - Yellow - Blue sequence from the tip upwards.

    Print | Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada | M976.71.2
    Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada
    Cornelius Krieghoff (1815-1872)
    About 1850, 19th century
    Purchase from Kennedy Galleries
    Source Link

    Another version now in the National Gallery of Canada (uploaded to Wiki Commons) is a more brightly coloured version with the same decoration pattern.

    Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada
    Cornelius Krieghoff
    Lithograph with watercolour on wove paper
    National Gallery of Canada
    Credit line: Gift of Donald Maclaren, Ottawa, 1990
    Accession number: 30820

    The Toronto Public Library Special Collections Archive also contains a version. This one has a more significant pattern change. The chevron pattern is Yellow - Red - Blue - Red - Yellow - Blue and the banded decoration on the shaft has been replaced with an all red.

    Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada (1848)
    Creator: Cornelius Krieghoff, 1815-1872
    Contributors:Thomas Kammerer; Andreas Borum, 1799-1853
    Identifier: 022kieghoff-inidan-wigwam
    Format: Picture
    Rights: Public domain
    Gift of the Bain family - 2008.
    Courtesy: Toronto Public Library

    Canadian Auction House Waddington's had a print for sale back in 2016. This one has the Red - Yellow - Blue banded pattern on the shaft culminating in a red bobble grip. The blade has a curious pattern of Red - Yellow - Blue then a plain or natural looking band again followed by a  Yellow - Blue - Red.

    Lot 59:  Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada (1848)
    November 21, 2016
    Toronto, ON, CA

    The version on Artnet Auctions has a Yellow - Red - Blue pattern on the blade. The shaft however is decorated with the alternating pattern of thick yellow bands followed by thin red lines.

    Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada (1848)
    Artnet Auctions

    A final version is in the collection of the Library and Archives of Canada. This one has a blade pattern of Yellow - Red - Blue repeating up the shaft.

    Indian Wigwam in Lower Canada (1848)
    Credit: Library and Archives Canada, Acc. No. 1989-511-1
    Copyright: Expired
    MIKAN 2836651

    March 2018 Update: My reproduction of this paddle has been completed. See HERE for that post.

    by Murat ( at March 07, 2018 03:41 pm
    Lightweight canoe and kayak travel

    Northstar Polaris Canoe Review

    north star polaris at sunset on devil track lake

    This is my Northstar Polaris review — well, mini-review of the Polaris.

    Summary: If I could only own one canoe in the world, this would be it.

    Longer Northstar Polaris Review

    The canoe is a Northstar Polaris. I’m using one with their BlackLite layup with is carbon fiber and Aramid with a resin coat on the outside. It has wood trim, which is an upgrade over the standard aluminum trim. The seats, thwarts, yoke and deck are laminated ash and walnut and the gunwales are ash. I ordered it with a kneeling thwart to use solo after the rest of the crew is hanging in camp and I need to paddle somewhere to capture a sunset or sunrise. The wood gunwales add weight, so this comes in at 48 pounds. The Kevlar layup comes in at 42 pounds.


    It’s fast even when fully loaded and feels like it should be a longer canoe than it is. It’s the efficient hull design that makes it easy to paddle at touring speeds. It turns well and the asymmetrical hull helps keep it going straight by having less rocker in the stern. It measures 2.5 inches in the bow and 1.5 in the stern. If I was going to criticize the hull design, I’d say it tracks too well, but I like a canoe that maneuverable over one that tracks hard.

    It’s 34 inches at the widest part and 31 inches at the waterline and gunwales. While some will find the stability of the Northstar Northwind 16 or 17 stronger, it feels plenty stable for my tastes. The flare in the bow provides a dry ride in rougher water and the shoulder keeps paddling stations narrow.¬† It feels sporty in a way that many other canoes its length (16’9″) don’t.

    It’s a canoeist’s canoe. I love it.

    northstar polaris tripping canoe in bwcaw

    Touring Performance

    I have to admit I’m cheating a bit here and using experience gained in the past. This canoe used to be the Bell Northstar and now it’s the Northstar Polaris. Both canoes were/are built by Ted Bell. I’ve had experience touring in this canoe in the past when it was a Bell and it was a favorite of employees at the store I worked at back in my retail days. While it’s mainly a Northstar Polaris review, some of my experience with this hull comes from the Bell Northstar, which was basically the same canoe.

    Since getting this canoe, we’ve used it strictly for family outings. Our family outings are my wife and I and my 3-year-old. We’re currently use this canoe for all three of us on a week-long trips without any issues. Typically, we go into the Boundary Waters. This summer we’re planning on using it on some slow-moving rivers. I know from previous experience that this should work just fine. If you’re using it for two people and two packs, it has more than enough room for a plush week trip into the BWCAW. You could fit more into it by loading it above the gunwales, which is something we usually avoid for aesthetic reasons.

    On short solo trips, I’ve found it paddles fine Canadian-style and leaned to the rails. I’ve been in tandem boats that paddle solo better and some worse, but it’s fine for a canoe that isn’t designed as a solo boat.

    This is a fine canoe for tripping on flat water and on slow-moving rivers. While I haven’t run class 2 in it, I imagine it would be fine. Although for that I’d take a Northstar B-17 instead.


    Among the best built canoes on the market. I don’t think I need to say more. The BlackLite layup is stiff and durable. The only downside is scratches show up on the black hull. But, canoes are made to get used.

    Northstar Polaris review in the BWCAW

    Disclosure of Material Connection: Northstar provided this canoe to me as part of a sponsorship.

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    by Bryan Hansel at March 07, 2018 03:54 am

    March 06, 2018
    ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

    Skälderviken & lite Vallåsen

    Idag b√∂rjade vi dagen med n√•gra timmar p√• Vall√•sen, lite h√•rt i backarna fr√•n b√∂rjan men de mjuknade snabbt i stigande temperatur. G√∂tt h√§ng i solen. Lite hemmah√§ng efter det med soffsurf och lite jobbelijobb. S√• sm√•ningom kom vi loss och k√∂rde in till √ĄSSS i √Ąngelholm f√∂r en liten paddelrunda i solnedg√•ngsljuset. Lite is...

    Inlägget Skälderviken & lite Vallåsen dök först upp på

    by Erik Sjöstedt at March 06, 2018 07:43 pm

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

    March 6th - Discovery Island (#14)

    Dan, Paulo and I went for a nice morning paddle around the islands. I paddled out to Maynard Cove to meet them and we did a big curve to the north to avoid the current in Baynes. We saw a few Steller's sea lions on the rocks at Seabird Point and I saw a flock of long-tailed duck on my return trip. On the way back across Baynes, the current swept me back down past Jemmy Jones! I paid a visit to Natural C-lection at RVYC on the way back.
    click to enlarge
    17 km, YTD 126 km

    by Mike J ( at March 06, 2018 06:48 pm

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

    A little west of Eden.

    26/03/2017  From Smirisary we paddled south along the rugged coast of Moidart which... split asunder by the straight and narrow north channel of Loch Moidart. The view through the channel to the SE leads to the summit of Garbh Bheinn (885m, "rough mountain") in Ardgour, some 30km distant. To seaward the Sgurr of Eigg and the Rum Cuillin created a...  ...jagged horizon between

    by Douglas Wilcox ( at March 06, 2018 06:03 pm


    Toca trabajo en tierra

    En estos días, tenemos la cosa revuelta por aquí, y nuestro terreno de juego está bastante blanquito.

    Aunque el entrenamiento cruzado  del fondo y la fuerza/resistencia, deben estar presentes de forma constante en el programa de mantenimiento de cualquier palista que se dedique a esto de manera medianamente seria, en las √©pocas en que tenemos menos posibilidades de hacer entrenamiento espec√≠fico, podemos aprovechar para aumentar la carga en preparaci√≥n f√≠sica.

    Personalmente, el gimnasio me aburre mucho, y adem√°s prefiero los ejercicio con el propio peso.  El entrenamiento con autocarga es intenso y efectivo. A mi me parece que son rutinas mucho menos lesivas que las pesas.

    Yo utilizo el sistema TRX,  fundamentalmente porque lo puedes montar en cualquier sitio, y es muy sencillo. Se trabaja  en suspensi√≥n, con un sistema de cintas no el√°sticas. Tiene la ventaja para los pirag√ľistas de que adem√°s de desarrollar la fuerza, mejora el equilibrio y la estabilidad del core. 

    Este tipo de entrenamiento se inici√≥ en los 90 a partir de la necesidad  de mantener en forma a las miembros de las unidades de operaciones especiales estadounidenses, sin instalaciones especiales y estuvieran donde estuvieran.

     Pues nada... a machacarse.... !

    by Jose Bello ( at March 06, 2018 03:36 pm

    March 05, 2018
    ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

    Ghazala Dynasty ‚Äď 30-√•rigt projekt

    Under de senaste 10-tal åren har jag hjälpt och assisterat Mike Ghazala, en man som har släktforskat på sin (ganska stora) familj under lite drygt 30 år. Resultatet blev en bok som trycktes och publicerades kring julen 2017. Innehållandes släktträd, bilder, brev och berättelser från flertalet platser runt vår jord med centrum i Mesopotamien. Boken...

    Inlägget Ghazala Dynasty Р30-årigt projekt dök först upp på

    by Pia Sjöstedt at March 05, 2018 07:02 pm