Paddling Planet

April 19, 2019

Tatiyak

Tra un sorriso e l'altro!

La prima edizione del symposium femminile italiano "Il sorriso del mare" è stata per noi un piccolo grande successo: piccolo perché alla sua prima edizione ha registrato una partecipazione di una quarantina di donne in kayak, grande perché grazie alla presenza di donne provenienti da diverse regioni geografiche e anche da diversi ambienti professionali abbiamo raccolto tante nuove idee e molti stimoli interessanti.
La seconda edizione del symposium "Il sorriso del mare" si svolgerà nel 2020: abbiamo scelto di comune accordo di proporre un appuntamento ad anni alterni, con presenze internazionali che speriamo via via di allargare ed accrescere e con una partecipazione che ci auguriamo sempre più ampia ed attiva delle donne in kayak, contando sull'apporto costruttivo delle vincitrici delle borse di studio della prima edizione 2018.
Il "Sorriso del mare" ci ha fatto capire quanto sono importanti gli incontri tra donne e anche quanto sono utili le attività condivise tra le donne che condividono la stessa passione!


Tra le due edizioni del symposium "Il sorriso del mare" non volevamo perdere l'occasione di incontrarci e di pagaiare ancora insieme: abbiamo così deciso di organizzare un incontro intermedio.
"Tra un sorriso e l'altro" è il titolo dell'evento che si svolgerà ad Anzio (Roma) presso il Circolo Vela Anzio Tirrena nelle tre giornate di sabato 20, domenica 21 e lunedì 22 aprile 2019.
L'idea è quella di iniziare sin da subito a promuovere tutte insieme il symposium 2020 con delle giornate ricche di lezioni, giochi, esercizi e anche qualche pagaiata nei dintorni (da Anzio al Monte Circeo!): vogliamo offrire delle sessioni di studio teorico-pratico che ci permettano sia di mantenere un contatto diretto con le donne in kayak che di garantire un continuo aggiornamento tecnico.
Sarà soprattutto l'occasione per pensare alla seconda edizione del symposium femminile del 2020, per discutere della nuova località individuata, per raccogliere fondi e per iniziare a lavorare insieme alle altre iniziative che nel frattempo ci sono venute in mente…
Come per il symposium, anche per l'incontro abbiamo pensato di non abbandonare i maschietti al loro destino e di organizzare anche stavolta delle attività collaterali in kayak o a terra per gli accompagnatori uomini: speriamo di ritrovarci in tanti ed in tante!

by Tatiana Cappucci (noreply@blogger.com) at April 19, 2019 08:01 am

Merci pour le kayak !
Blog du kayak de mer

Parc national des Calanques (2) : Le phare du Planier

Aller au phare du Planier en kayak, c’est aller à la porte du large, il marque l’entrée de la rade de Marseille, à 5 milles de la côte. La côte de Marseille au Cap Croisette Partis du port de plaisance de la Pointe Rouge au sud de Marseille, nous longeons la côte en direction du […]

by Arzhela at April 19, 2019 07:03 am

April 18, 2019

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

Førpåsketur Steigen, del 1

Påsketur! Eller førpåsketur, det er jo ikke helt påske – men jeg har påskeferie, så det er tett på. Wenche og jeg hadde plan A Steigen, plan B Hamarøy (med hengekøye), plan C Eidsfjord og plan D Øksnes vestbygd – de to siste med innendørs overnatting.

Vi pakker her i kajakkene for å sette ut fra Skutvik og padle over til Steigen. Plan A så langt. Så har vi jo diverse A, B, C, D osv. videre også, alt etter vær, dagsform og sånt. Vi har med hurtigbåtruta for å kunne padle enveis og ta den tilbake til bilene hvis ting klaffer sånn. Et besøk på den lokale butikken (veldig koselig for øvrig, typen med kaffe- og skravlekrok) avklarte at hurtigbåten legger til ved fergekaia, der vi parkerte. Ferga går jo ikke på denne tiden så der kan man stå.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Vi er sjøsatt og på tur! Planen er per nå en firedagerstur med tre overnattinger! Akkurat dette har Wenche vært litt tankefull over, for det er jo lengre enn vanlig. Men som jeg sier, det er nå bare én natt mer enn en vanlig helgetur. Strengt tatt trenger man bare med seg litt mer mat, et par ekstra sokker og kanskje ei truse, hvis man ikke tar en Monsen.

Det ble lettere å orientere seg når vi tok kompasset i bruk, og ikke minst når vi kom ut av havna og så skikkeilg forbi moloen. Her ser vi Lundøya med snø på, vi tenker oss rundt odden og til en potensiell leirplass litt lenger bort – hvis vi rekker. Det tok litt tid å pakke, så vi er ikke helt tidlig ute. Det er jo ferie og vi skulle være flere dager av gårde på tur, så ingenting å stresse med. Ting tar den tiden det tar.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Det var nesten helt stille, men det lille luftdraget som var kom i hvert fall bakfra.

Stadig nærmere. Vi syntes vi hørte noe båt men den kom aldri. Det var ingen båttrafikk å se, så vi krysset like godt litt på skrå over. Null niks båter å se da heller.

Det var litt kjølig, spesielt da vi begynte å legge merke til den ene ørna etter den andre. Da ble det straks mindre framdrift, for her var det mange.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Det kunne virke som de var litt nysgjerrige på oss. Noen fulgte oss fra land, men det sirklet stadig noen over oss. Eller så var det rett og slett bare veldig mange akkurat her ute ved Øksnes. På det meste så vi seks stykker samtidig, men det fløy stadig noen til og fra uten at vi helt klarte å se hvor de ble av, og noen lettet helt plutselig fra berget. Så det kan veldig godt ha vært flere enn seks i området totalt.

Etter ørnesafarien padlet vi helt ut til Øksnesodden. Her kom det plutselig bølger inn fra vest? Hm. Det ville bety at det neste strekket som kunne bli ei halv mil uten ilandstigning ville bli i motvind. Jeg var kald, sulten og måtte på do, og Wenche har ikke padlet siden i oktonovemberish omtrent. Vi snur, og finner et sted å gå i land for påfyll og nærmere vurdering.

Vi kom oss i land her. Ikke helt ideelt, men det gikk greit bortsett fra et lite uhell på tang og rur som førte til litt plastring dagen derpå. Vi gikk som vi ser litt opp i høyden og sjekket, for vi ville jo gjerne ha le mens vi spiste og sjekket kart. Ved nærmere ettertanke kunne det være greit å sjekke for mulig teltplass også, for det kunne være vi ville få vinden midt i fleisen på det først tenkte målet. Dessuten visste vi jo ikke med sikkerhet at der var god teltplass heller.

Det var et hus her og noe annet bygg, og mye spor av aktivitet. Men det var ingen folk å se og heller ikke respons da vi knakket på huset. Det så ikke fastbodd ut og ikke folk nå, så vi konkluderte med at det måtte være greit å sette opp teltene våre inne i plantefeltet et stykke nedenfor.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Der var det fin plass og ly for været – som egentlig var ganske surt, selv om jeg er blid på bildet. Det var mer på grunn av latmannsbøra Wenche tar bilde av her, for å slippe å gå to ganger hadde jeg med tre fulle Ikeaposer på én gang. Jeg gjorde ikke det samme på vei ned dagen etter, for å si det sånn.



På jakt etter dekning… Det er elendig dekning i Steigen, kom jeg på. Men det gikk å sende SMS innimellom, hvis man var lynings kjapp og passet på når det var et øyeblikk.

Gammelteltet (som Wenche har overtatt) til venstre, nyteltet til høyre. Jeg liker ikke det nye, jeg måtte sloss for å få den ene stanga i, og så måtte jeg sloss for å få en annen tredd på plass i andre enden. Dritt.

Det ble tidig kveld på oss, noe som var veldig greit for min del. Jeg testet vannfast papir og penn, og skrev notatene klokken ni. Så jeg sovnet nok før ti. Det hadde gått i ett fra jobb onsdag, til bassengtrening, hjem, litt sen kveld, og så opp og i pakking torsdag og av gårde på tur. Vinden lot til å øke på etter at vi hadde fått opp teltene. Hm, det kunne bli spennende med været dagen etter – det var jo ikke dekning til å sjekke værmelding sjøl. Det kunne høres ut for at jeg burde sette på flere barduner, men jeg gjorde ikke det og det gikk fint. Lunt inne i granfeltet men det suste bra til tider.

På turen testet jeg også nytt liggeunderlag  – Downmat 7 M, samme som forrige som jeg har lappet og solgt videre etterpå, kjøpte nytt for jeg ikke skulle bli i beit i mellomtiden, trodde ikke helt jeg kom til å gjøre det. Testet også dunsoveposen med Helsport syntetisk trekk utenpå, var ganske spent på hvordan dette skulle gå. Men hadde litt ull på meg også så det burde gå bra.

Det gikk det også. Holdt varmen hele natta, til og med da jeg var ute tidlig på morran og sjekka at floa ikke kom til å nå opp til kajakkene, og så la meg igjen.

Good morning! Vi hørte mye orrfuglsang og ørnelyder, og masse småfuglsang innimellom vindkulene og de små elingene. Ja, for good morning var nesten litt ironi. Det første jeg så ut av teltet var haglkorn på bakken.

SMS-utveksling da jeg slo på telefonen:
"Go morn, ha en fin dag og kos dere masse"
– Det er no nedbør! Dritt! Og vinden har dreia. Ikke bra.

I min vannfaste notatblokk står det fra morgenen foreløpig inni teltet:
«Ikke etter planen. Men det sier sludd i nord, da er vi vel ennå der, ikke midt i Nordland. Hæres ikke ut på do før det gjør vondt, nei. Men Wenche har vært ute og har fyrt i gang gassen.»

Teltene ble halvvåte, men tørket opp høvelig bra før vi pakket ned. (Nuvel, det var nok litt av årsaken til at vi kommer oss sent utpå denne dagen – vi venta på tørrest mulig telt.) Fikk også sedt datavarsel, det sa bare 4 m/s på det meste hele dagen. Påfølgende meldinger var diverse. Her var det usikkert, det var sikkert.

Det var en god del spor etter elg på øya, vi fant også restene etter en hare, stakkar.

Uvisst hvem av dem som har stått for dette her - helt rent snitt, så ut som det var gjort med kniv men det var det neppe.

Jeg tok en rekognoseringstur opp på øya. Hva kunne vel vært mer provoserende enn så masse sol borte i Lofoten! Helt på den andre siden! Jæklar. Nuvel, det så slett ikke verst ut på havet. Den vinden som var kom i motsatt retning av det vi skulle så den ville bli imot, men det var helt klart mindre bølger enn kvelden før. Dessuten ville vi jo nå være tipp topp form, mette og varme og gira på Steigenpadling.

Mer spor etter elg. Det var rett og slett noe allmektig med bevis på at det er elg på øya. Det må være flere, det er ganske så sikkert. Men ikke søren om vi fikk sett noen av dem. Som vanlig. Merkelig at man kun skal få sett dem fra bilvindu. Men for såvidt greit nok. De er store, ikke sikker på jeg ville vært så tøff i trynet hvis jeg traff på en med bare en teltduk imellom.

I plantefeltet til venstre holdt vi til. Jeg noterte for øvrig også et nytt tips i boka: «Fyll kakao- og solbærdrikkepulver på småflasker.» De posene er for store til de minste koppene mine. Lurt! Herved notert her også, så kanskje jeg finner det igjen senere hvis det glemmes av.

Why? Vi husker ikke hvorfor vi tok bildet, men det var ett eller annet hun stilte seg undrende til i forbindelse med vannkokinga. Ja, jeg hadde faktisk både med stormkjøkkenet og ikke bare gass, men vintergass. Uvisst om det er forskjell, men i tilfelle det er det så raidet vi butikker til vi fant før vi dro.

Det var like langt ned i dag som det var opp i går, for å si det sånn. Men nå gikk jeg heller flere turer. Litt lettere på foten i dag, kanskje.

Fortøyd og greier, vi har jo lest om lokale folk i nord som har blitt tatt av storflo før, så det skal man ikke risikere uansett. (Spesielt på fralandsvind. Særlig da.)

Først måtte vi bære rundt denne dammen (som vi ser på bildet over), så pakket vi kajakkene der, så var det ned ca en sånn berghøyde til, så var det en liten dam med steiner igjen, og så noen steiner vi måtte løfte over igjen. Et helt arbeidsstykke, egentlig, vi var i hvert fall varme før vi kom på havet kan jeg avsløre.

Neste episode er vi forhåpentligvis kommet oss i kajakkene igjen. Den som leser får se – i del 2 som du nå finner HER.

by Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at April 18, 2019 11:27 pm

Førpåsketur Steigen, del 2

Wenche og jeg er klare for å sette ut andre dag på førpåsketur i Steigen. Vi har overnattet på Øksnes nord på Lundøya. Har du ikke lest del 1 ennå så finner du den HER. Det er en del meter igjen ned til havet, først må vi ned et par meter, og så bortover noen meter, og over noen steiner.

Fullastede kajakker er noe dritt å håndtere, ærlig talt. Men ved hjelp av neoprenspruttrekk som vi la under, kunne vi skli dem bortover en del, ikke bare løfte. Hurra, endelig på vannet!

Eller ikke? I dag lønte det seg å ha rutine for å sjekke senkekjølen med en gang jeg har satt ut – den satt bom fast. Men da var det jo bare å padle tre meter tilbake og ordne det – istedenfor å vente til man er ute i bølger og pålandsvind.

Det var finfine padleforhold i dag. Litt sur motvind på 4–6 m/s og litt bølger, definitivt innafor men samtidig litt bevegelse som er kjekk «oppvarming» når man ikke har padlet på ei stund. Men siden dette er noen kilometers kryssing så satte vi i utgangspunktet kursen for leirplassen som var plan A i går, for å sjekke den nærmere ut og kanskje ta lunsjen der. Det er for øvrig Lofotveggen vi ser langt der borte.

For en herlig dag! Topp forhold og topp stemning. Formen var også høvelig god, så dette lå an til å bli en kjempedag.

Nei, hva sier du – skal vi kanskje like gjerne krysse helt bort til stranden på den ytterste øya? Ja, det gjør vi. Det er jo sååå mye mer motiverende med slike strekk, når man har ei flott strand i sikte. Kurs justert til en mer fristende plan B.

Vi padlet på, men tok oss samtidig god tid til fotografering underveis.

Det var nemlig blant annet ganske så kule skyer rundt os. Det så ut for å gå noen elinger rundt her og der, men ingen som traff oss – i hvert fall foreløpig.

Framme! Dette er Store Forøya, i Brunværet som er reservat. Det var dette reservatet jeg forvillet meg inn i da jeg var i Steigen sist, fordi det lå utenfor kartet jeg hadde med. Heldigvis var det godt skiltet, så jeg ikke gikk i land her og campet likevel. Som vi ser så gikk vi i land her.

Det var nemlig enda noen dager igjen til ilandstigningsforbudet. Her var dessuten knapt en eneste fugl å se, så vi syntes ikke vi forstyrret det minste.

Ei ørn, tre stk gjess og to tjeld var vel det eneste, tror jeg. Her ser vi rett inn på Lundøya som vi kom fra, vår leir til venstre for bildet sånn ganske akkurat. Lenger bort i reservatet var det mer fugl. Blant annet flere store flokker med skarv som fløy.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Det var så pass kjølig at jeg tok meg bryet med å ta på meg fjellduken. Så tidlig på året er det den forede utgaven som får være med.

Etter en god lunsj padlet vi så klart videre. Det var ennå uvisst om vi skulle satse på neste strekk, for der måtte vi ikke ende opp med å gå i land. Da kunne vi bli værfaste, og det ville bli veldig upraktisk for Wenche som etter hvert hadde en jobb å rekke. Først skulle vi uansett snirkle imellom holmene her ute.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Det var også så pass kjølig at jeg tok på meg storm cagen. Jeg hadde nemlig gjort en blunder i pakking, og hadde med en ekstra stilongs men ikke genser. Det er imidlertid ikke like farlig når jeg har med storm cagen, den er jo også mye enklere å kle på seg enn en ekstra genser under tørrdrakten.

Herlig! Men i horisonten lå det noe mørkt og lurte. Det var den veien vi eventuelt skulle. På Flatøya ytterst i reservatet kunne man nok fått til å ligge i hengekøye, men det stykket vi passerte var lite gunstig for ilandstigning.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Nuvel, foreløpig var det fine forhold, så vi snirklet oss videre.

Her kom vi til den herlige sandbunnen jeg husket fra sist. Det var her jeg samlet så mange sjømus-skall, av den store sorten.

Dette er en av de flotte strendene i Steigen, som folk også kommer til ved å gå til fots. Eidavika, heter det her. Det bratte fjellet gir skygge på dagtid, men kveldene her er virkelig flotte. Vi gikk bort her rett og slett for å måle vinden, for den hadde tatt seg opp. Det var definitivt en laber bris, opp i frisk bris innimellom. Det mørke området kom defintitivt nærmere og i vår retning, slo vi fast etter nokså kort tid.

Det var nå et strekk der det er noen steder man kan gå i land, men som vi ikke ville komme oss til hurtigbåten dersom været skulle si stopp. Så det var litt enten hele stykket eller ikke i det hele tatt. Siden vi allerede hadde padlet et godt stykke i til dels motvind, safet vi rett og slett og padlet tilbake, sånn at uansett vær dagen etter skulle vi komme oss enten til bil eller hurtigbåt.

Vi fikk nå padlet det samme området, bare lenger inn. Det er også ganske fint, så det var ingen nedtur.  Noen var på hyttene sine, andre steder så det ikke ut for å være folk men siden det var fredag kveld antok vi at de fort kunne komme etter hvert. Så vi la oss ikke til ved noen av fritidshusene. Da ville vi også ligge litt i le for det været som var varslet at det kunne komme. I tillegg var det kortere å padle tilbake til Skutvik hvis vi skulle føle for det – nedbør var vi ærlig talt lite interessert i begge to.

Foto: Wenche Edvardsen
Inne på fjorden var det blikk stille og fantastisk flott rett og slett.

Så var det bare om å gjøre å finne denne plassen jeg har campet på før og sånn sett var bankers. Vi venter i spenning!

Joda. Her har jeg ligget før. Det var like fint, selv om det kom kastende en snikvind innimellom, over ifra nettopp Eidavika der vi var i land tidligere.

Men det hersens teltet med den trange stangkanalen altså. Grrr. Jaja, det kom opp til slutt da. Men tror jeg hadde alle pluggene oppe minst en gang og ned på nytt, for å få strammet i ok fasong. Det ga seg ikke helt selv. Men det er vel bare en måte å få bedring – bruke det oftere.

En flott dag i Steigen, nå venter vi i spenning på neste dag og hva den vil bringe. Ny leirplass med nærmest null mobildekning – det vil si, Wenche i skogen var nokså fri, mens jeg som hadde suite her nede ved vannet hadde SMS-dekning stort sett hele tiden. Hun hadde til gjengjeld le for vinden.

by Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at April 18, 2019 09:11 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Coasting

The big coastal cleanup is scheduled for this Saturday. It’s an international thing, with participants that regularly number in the hundreds of thousands, but I have tried to make it a point to go to beaches that are not as heavily trafficked. For the past six years or so, I’ve been going to the same two beaches out near Neah Bay, but this year I’m planning on something a little different.

There’s road work going on out at Lake Crescent. That’s going to present a bit of a delay on the way out from T-town, no doubt, but that’s how it goes. Besides, the farther out on the peninsula you go, the less time seems to matter anyway. I’m heading out early for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that I am long overdue for an encounter with the open coast, the sound of the pounding surf and the smell of the salty air. An extra day is just what the doctor ordered (or would be, if doctors wrote prescriptions that actually addressed both body and soul).

So, Norwegian Memorial. I’ve never approached that particular beach from land; in my experience, it’s always been part of a kayaking trip. This time, I’ll be negotiating logging roads and hidden trails to get there but I’m hoping to do a couple of trips a day from the parking area to the beach, shuttling loads of debris out as best as possible over the course of the time I’m there. I am sure I won’t be the only one to make the trip but I doubt it will be too crowded.

Photos to follow.

by Ken Campbell at April 18, 2019 12:52 pm

April 17, 2019

SimonWillis.net
Wild swimming, cycling, sea kayaking, swimming and life in the Scottish Highlands

Videos - Kinesis ATR Tripster Titanium, Demo Bike Tested

I've just experienced a new twist on an old problem of buying a bike.

I've previously complained that, if a bike is not in stock, it's really tricky to organise a test ride.  If they order a model in, then you have to buy it.

I understand why shops do this, but it's not great from the buyer's position.  You'd never dream of buying a car without a test drive, so why buy a bike without knowing whether it fits or suits you?

I was delighted when my local bike shop Nevis Cycles managed to arrange a demo bike from Kinesis.  I'm looking for a titanium gravel bike for off-road, plus touring, plus winter road bike.  

Now the twist.  After having the bike for almost a week, and making the videos below, I decided it was the bike for me.  "Oh we can't actually sell you one", says Kinesis.  "There won't be any that size until September at the earliest.  And no, you can't buy our demo bike, it's the only one we have".

So after convincing myself this was the bike for me, I can't have it.  Still, I'll post the videos I made and, by the time you read/watch, they might be back in stock.  The first ride was taking it home from the bike shop.


The second outing was on a very wet day, so simulated the winter conditions we see a lot of here on Scotland's West Coast.  It's not worth showing that video.

The third ride was much more of an adventure.  I decided to attempt a route which I wasn't sure could be ridden and, in the process, I think I've found a classic gravel bike day-out.  Take a look at the map,  or download the GPS route, then take a look at the video.





by Simon Willis (noreply@blogger.com) at April 17, 2019 08:00 am

April 16, 2019

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

Ontario Backcountry Canoe Symposium

Got the chance to attend the annual Ontario Backcountry Canoe Symposium held in Kitchener-Waterloo this past weekend. It was my first time coming to this popular event which draws the  community together at the start of each paddling season. The Wooden Canoe Heritage Association had a table with info and copies of Wooden Canoe journal to give away. I brought along the paddle display made for the WCHA assembly last year. During the intermissions between speakers we had quite a few visitors and spread the word about the organization.

Photo with WCHA Canada Chapter Head, Alex Guthro
Photo Credit: Emily Guthro


Discussing history with a fellow attendee
Photo Credit: Emily Guthro


Amongst the attendees were Mike from Badger Paddles who are celebrating their 10th anniversary in the paddle making business. Also got to meet with Milan from Hunter & Harris, another paddle making company based in Bradford, Ontario. We exchanged some ideas and I got to learn more about some of the future plans and design ideas from these quality handcrafted makers.

Photo of Hunter & Harris booth
Photo Credit: Emily Guthro

Hunter & Harris Paddle Display
Photo Credit: Ontario Backcountry Canoe Facebook Page

Canoes were obviously well represented by the folks at Swift as well as John from BackCountry Custom Canoes, maker of skin-on-frame canoe designs that have become popular of late. Turns out a scouting group, the 2nd Kingsville Scouts are raffling off an all cedar Langford Canoe in a draw to be held on August 11, 2019. The canoe was setup on the speaker stage for everyone to admire. Tickets are a very reasonable $20. More info on their Facebook page.

Photo of Langford Draw Canoe
Photo Credit: Emily Guthro





by Murat (noreply@blogger.com) at April 16, 2019 04:52 pm

April 15, 2019

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

April 14th - Cadboro Bay (#13

Dan and I went for a morning paddle. It was quite windy, and I did not have a lot of "steam" since I was still recovering from a cold, so we just did a "tour de Cadboro" paddle. Good to get out all the same!
click to embiggen
8 km, YTD 129 km

by Mike J (noreply@blogger.com) at April 15, 2019 11:40 pm

vincent kayak

swat count

this video celebrates 
getting swatted in surf sessions -
try to make it look graceful;
wait for the bubbles to settle, 
roll up and do it all again;
come on, you know it's fun



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by vincent (noreply@blogger.com) at April 15, 2019 06:38 pm

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Getting Real

Washington’s attempt to pass a state-wide reusable bag bill will soon be up for a floor vote. (And by “soon,” I mean there are just three days left before the cutoff.) It’s going to take every voice to get SB 5323 over the line and make plastic bags a thing of the past here in the Evergreen State.
 
The timber and pulp and paper industries are fighting this bill hard. Fear and greed are powerful motivations for entrenched industries. Much craves more, same as it always has. It is absolutely critical that your House representatives hear from you right away. It’s so close, but close isn’t going to cut it.

Your Rep needs to know that you support SB 5323 and the banning of single-use plastic bags. While you’re at it, let them know that you also support the 8 cent minimum pass-through charge for paper bags and thicker reusable plastic bags. This charge is critical to incentivize people to bring their own bags and it also helps smaller stores and independent grocers cover the cost of providing paper bags for those customers that need them.

Single-use plastics are a major source of pollution and have a negative impact on the ocean and everything that lives in it. Washington residents use 2 billion single-use plastic bags every year, and fewer than 6% of them get recycled. Plastic has been documented in nearly 700 species of marine life. These filmy, flimsy bags wreak havoc in the waste system as well, causing operational and contamination problems at commercial composters and clogging machinery at recycling facilities.
 
We have a rare opportunity to address this issue now! Please take a minute to contact your House representatives by phone or email and urge them to support the Reusable Bag Bill SB 5323.

by Ken Campbell at April 15, 2019 10:31 am

Woman on Water
Kayak Instructor Cate Hawthorne shares tips, trips, stories gear, and inspiration from adventures on the water and in nature.

What Ever Floats Your Boat

Last weekend we had the privilege of sharing a wilderness whitewater run on the Eel River with several of our mountain biking friends.  It was their first river run.  It was very special for them to experience the Eel River and for us to share it.

Our paddling pal rigged up his raft to make this possible.  Our friends had a great time riding on the raft and even giving the oars a try.
Gail giving the oars a try.
These days, there are many different options for people to get out on the water.  If you are getting out on the water for the first time or wanting to get friends or family out on to the water for the first time, take your time and figure out what's the right experience for them.  This includes where, what boat, when, and with who.  Maybe you prefer a performance craft but be considerate of what will be best starting point for you and/or your friends.
Tandem recreational kayaks are stable and an easy way to make kayaking fun and accessible for all ages and abilities.
The water world is a fun place to play but not all craft and waters are ideal for all folks.  When in doubt, consult a reputable instructor or guide in the area where you want to go.  Whether it is sharing a trip on the water with friends or customers, my goal is for everyone to enjoy the experience so much that they are want to go again.
Whitewater sit on top kayaks are a great way to hook folks on ocean kayaking and rock gardening.
I am stoked that my friends had a great time and look forward to going again.  We made a lot of great memories on the trip and have many stories to share.  My mission was accomplished - they had so much fun that they are looking forward to the next trip!
Fun sharing how we like to play on the river with friends - its also fun to have a peanut gallery when surfing waves.  
The peanut gallery pulled over to cheer and jeer Jeff and I as we surf this wave.


by Cate Hawthorne (noreply@blogger.com) at April 15, 2019 05:00 am

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

Blu Marble - neat but also disappointing


Click on any photo for a better view
Spotted that sign from Mr. Taco on my way to go see Blu Marble, a temporary art installation on Ludlow Street that's generated at least a little buzz that I've seen. It's by New York-based Chilean artist Sebastian Errazuriz, and it was really neat to see. The artwork consists of a circular LED screen displaying real-time live-stream images of Earth from a NASA satellite. I'd been meaning to go see it for a while, it went on display in mid-March and was only going to be up for a month - being one of the last people around who haven't gotten a smartphone yet, I haven't got a camera on me at all times like most people do. Finally remembered to bring my camera to work on Friday, the last possible day for me to go. I went around 8:30 pm and Earth was in a waning crescent phase - it's hard to make out the continents in my photos but I could make out the USA and it was fun to see the line of darkness that had fallen across NYC an hour earlier proceeding slowly westward. Even on a soggy night, a few people had come to see it.

It was neat to see but I was really disappointed to find out that the art was funded by a manufacturer of vaping equipment when I'd thought it was a production of the New Museum (opening was there and the first day featured a projected version on the side of the museum building). Bummer. 



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by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at April 15, 2019 02:13 am

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

Mountain Biking is Hard

Let's just be up front and say I don't always get the obvious..... I figured mountain biking would be just like road biking, but in the woods and sitting a little more upright. Actually, I thought it might even be a little bit easier than road biking; the big tires and plush shocks are super comfy and biking on those nice packed gravel rail trails and carriage paths with the family is pretty chill.
Imagine my shock when I went out on some of the single track trails behind my house and nearly keeled over. My first outing on the bike should have clued me in, but I figured it was just the mud and the lack of riding time.... Since then I've been out on the road bike a few times and the trails were pretty dry today.
The downhill parts of the trail were hard and terrifying. Trying to get the bike through two trees barely wide enough for the handle bars to fit through after taking a 85 degree switch back on a trail that drops off steeply on one side when you are going down a steep hill is hard. Keeping your feet on the peddles while bouncing over rocks and roots is hard.
The flat parts of the trail were marginally less scary, but more taxing. Getting whacked in the shins when your foot slips and you need to peddle because the back tire is caught on a rock hurts. Having the bike nearly stall out on you because the back tire doesn't roll over a rock and you suddenly have to peddle extra hard when you are in a cruising gear hurts. Peddling double time through a muddy patch is hard.
The uphills are hard on a road bike, but at least you can usually count on the road being straight and smooth. Navigating switchbacks without stalling is hard. Slipping in the mud is hard. Peddling over rocks and roots is hard. Keeping a steady pace when your feet keep bouncing off the peddles is hard. Not falling backwards when your front tire bounces off a rock and your back tire slides down the side of another rock is hard.
I went just over four miles on an easy/intermediate stretch of trails and it was one of the toughest bike rides of my life. According to my heart rate monitor, I was in zones 4 and five most of the time. My legs felt like goo, and were bleeding from a few spots where I got hit really hard with the peddles.
Don't get me wrong, it was a blast and I plan on keeping it up. In fact, aside from the pain and need for an immediate nap, it was one of the funnest and enjoyable rides I've had in a while. The thrills were nicely balanced with the peace of being in the woods.
I think I may need to get a little professional schooling, or at least a lot more practice, before I move onto any more intermediate trails.

by Eric J. (noreply@blogger.com) at April 15, 2019 12:43 am

April 14, 2019

paddling with a camera
pictures, video, stories, reviews, tips & gear for paddling photography

Snapshot from a Life of Paddling Photographer

8 hours in front of a computer. Processing pictures and video clips, describing, keywording and submitting to stock agencies. 4pm: My computer is busy uploading videos and I am driving into the Poudre Canyon. Here I am in my field […]

by Marek at April 14, 2019 11:16 pm

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

Søndagstur rundt om Gavnø

Der var lovet en del vind søndag, så jeg satsede på en tidlig tur og håbede at jeg undgik det værste blæsevejr.
På udturen gjorde det nu ikke noget, for der var der medvind, og Henrik og jeg susede ud til Lindholm. På de dybe steder på fjorden var der mulighed for lidt surf, og på et tidspunkt kom bølgerne fra to sider - det var ret underholdende.
Forbi Lindholm drejede vi mod Kragestrømmen mellem Enø og Gavnø, og på den del af turen var der læ.
Da vi roede mod Karlsgab, måtte vi arbejde. Men det var helt fint og vi nød begge turen.
Ved Karlsgab holdt vi en lille pause og nød udsigten. Det er i sandhed et flot sted at opholde sig.
Ved Gavnø hilste vi lige på et par andre NKC-ere på tur - og nok så spændende så vi et par havørne. Først så vi en masse gæs, hejrer og andre fugle få travlt med at komme væk - og så svævede to ørne over engene.
18 km blev det til - og dermed fik jeg rundet 17.000 km i kajak. Med min rokadance bliver det til over 8.000.000 rotag - ikke mærkeligt at det gør af og til lidt ondt i de 68 år gamle skuldre.

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at April 14, 2019 09:15 pm

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

Reinsnesøya, post nummer to

Knallvær! Jeg er frisk! Lørdag meldte ingen seg for å bli med, så jeg valgte heller å planlegge tur sammen med Wenche. Men søndag på bildet kommer vi straks tilbake til!

Wenche og jeg har nemlig planer om en firedagerstur hvis været blir høvelig ok, og det er jo kjekt at begge er med på planlegginga istedenfor at jeg bare ordner og hun venter i spenning. Planlegginga er litt av turen, da begynner man jo å se ting litt for seg og sånn. Det ville jo egentlig vært å snyte litt av turen om hun ikke fikk være med på det.

(Så tror hun kanskje at jeg eeegentlig driver og lærer henne kart og sånt helt uten at hun skal merke det, og i så fall har hun jo helt rett, men det må så klart ingen fortelle henne.)

Søndag våknet jeg heldigvis opp til været på det første bildet! Da hadde jeg også vært frisk en dag lenger, og turte i litt større grad å ta sjansen på tur selv om det var kjølig. Kanskje jeg skulle ordne den posten i Sørfjorden, tenkte jeg. Så jeg kjørte til Kvalsukbrua der dette bildet er tatt. Ikke bare lå det is sånn som jeg hadde fryktet, men det lå ganske så langt ut i fjorden også. Så det ville ikke blitt rare padleturen.

Nei, jeg bestemte meg for å kjøre videre for å padle Reinsnesøya og Roksøya kanskje, hvis det ikke ble for mye vind. Den sto på ganske rett fra nord, og det tar godt der. Jeg ble litt skeptisk da hurtigruta nesten forsvant i en byge, men. Næh, jeg kjører videre, jeg tar på storm cagen om det blir for ille.

Men før jeg hadde pakket og klart så var det blitt sånn her igjen. Vi ser elingen forsvinne sørover til venstre i bildet her. Herlig herlig kajakken ligger klar til høyre. Benyttet mitt faste utsettingssted. Det ble fast nå, for det er andre gang på rad, he he.

Wohoi, jeg satte kursen mot Reinsnesøya, for da fikk jeg medvind nå og motvind i retur som jeg uansett skulle – så kunne jeg padle motvind til Roksøya og suse i medvind tilbake den siste biten av turen til slutt. (Utsetting ca. midt mellom de to 10 på skjæret-postene altså.)

Dette bildet heter «Full pakke», noen ser kanskje hvorfor?

På Reinsnesøya var det allmektig masse fugler, selv om de nok neppe har begynt å hekke riktig ennå. Men de forbereder seg helt klart, de var ikke storbegeistret for at det kom en padler forbi. Skal det ryddes strandsøppel her bør man skynde på.

Jeg tok meg av strandrydding av denne blåsa, det er jo som kjent mitt oppdrag. Blåser er kule! Jeg hadde med en sånn greie som for såvidt var greit å få festa den til kajakken med, men den lå jo og trillet fra side til side der bak når jeg kom rundt neset og fikk skvalp fra siden.

Det var mange kule varianter i skyer denne dagen.

Post dokumentert, bommet litt med selfien som vanlig…

Her var det et lite brott som jeg hadde tenkt å kikke litt på da jeg padlet i retur, men da var det ikke rare greiene. Det gikk mange evigheter imellom hver gang det ble noe som helst, så jeg gadd til slutt ikke å vente mer. Det var nok flødd akkurat for mye mens jeg padlet rundt øya. Det var kanskje like bra, når jeg padlet rundt med ei blåse på dekk, for såvidt.

Den la jeg fra meg ved bilen, før jeg satte kursen mot Roksøya. Det var mye søppel videre bortover langs fjæra også. Storhavet står jo rett på inn her fra Gavlfjorden når det er nordlig. Så det kommer jo alskens greier.

Vinden begynte å øke litt på da jeg nærmet meg Stamnes. Hm. Det var vel ikke tvingende nødvendig å padle dit egentlig?

Nei, jeg tenker at jeg bare snur. Det var såvidt noen grader, det økte på og det var vel meldt kuling. Dessuten var dette første padletur på en måneds tid, så man trenger ikke å overdrive.

Vinden holdt seg, og jeg var i grunnen fornøyd. Det var så pass med vind at jeg ikke gadd rulle heller. Det får bli senere i april.

Foto: Leif-Hermann Jensen
Om noen lurer på hvor jeg satte ut, så er det dokumentert. En i padleklubben passerte, og det tikket inn «Så denne bilen på Stamnes» på telefonen. Avslørt! Ja jeg regnet nå med at jeg hadde padlet i utsikten fra stuevinduet deres, for såvidt, så det var ikke den store overraskelsen akkurat det.

Det ble bare ei mils padling, men det var i grunnen passe når jeg har padlet så veldig lite i vinter. Det var bare et par plussgrader, og med den vinden som var så ble det 4-5 effektive minus. Flott tur ble det likevel, men tror kanskje det ville blitt kjølig å være utpå særlig mye lenger i den vinden det etter hvert ble.

Nå ventes det i spenning på hva været tillater framover!

by Padlemia (noreply@blogger.com) at April 14, 2019 10:35 am

kajak.nu
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Utedusch hemma

Det mesta är ju göttigare att göra utomhus i friska luften! För tiotalet år sedan gjorde vi en enkel utedusch hemma. Den används relativt mycket under de varmare månaderna. Vi gjorde det väldigt enkelt. Vi fick ett duschset, alltså själva duschen; munstycke, slang, upphängning och så skaffade vi en övergång från trädgårdsslang till kulventil till ... Läs mer...

Inlägget Utedusch hemma dök först upp på kajak.nu.

by Erik Sjöstedt at April 14, 2019 07:13 am

April 13, 2019

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Fri 12/04-2019 Day 380

Pos: 24.0873,-109.9924
Loc: La Ventana
Acc: La Ventana Hostel
Dist: 15,1 km
Start: 07:30 End: 10:15

Our last paddling day for this section! The wind and seas calmed down again back to nothing, and we had an easy crossing of 15 km ahead. Nothing really special happened, we were just not sure where to stay in La Ventana as Kristen offered us her garage for storage but she was not home. But she recommended the “La Ventana Hostel”, and this was a good choice. Salim and Sam, the owner couple, have build a lovely place for a decent price. Salim promised to pick us from the beach, but due to some misunderstanding, we were landing and waiting at another yellow house down south, and it took a while to connect and to find us. Thanks for the pickup!

We started the usual chores, washing our boats and gear, and organizing what stays here and what we’ll take home. Laundry we have to do tomorrow, the water resources are too short for having enough pressure today.

We celebrated our final paddling day with dinner at the Merlin Seafood restaurant down the road. Very good food!

Our way home will start on Sunday with a flight to Tijuana and crossing the border with a shuttle bus, where Shan Sethna, Jen’s husband, will pick us up for the night. We will collect the gear we have left there, including my huge glass ball which finally found it’s the way to San Diego. Thanks to anyone involved to ship it up there! Also, the parcel we left at the whale camp where we picked our sare paddles, has made it to Jen and Shan. Thanks very much for that to everybody!

We are hoping to pack everything into two normal pieces of luggage, as we are leaving most bulky gear in La Ventana as usual. Our flight home to Kopenhagen starts on Monday 15h, back home on Tuesday. It will be good to be back in our house!

by Freya at April 13, 2019 02:37 pm

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

SoHo Scene



Amen to that, Mr. Taco3 span="">

No time for tacos tonight, but I'll be back sometime when I'm not rushing in the rain.

by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at April 13, 2019 03:09 am

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

Atelier de réparation et d'entretien de kayak en fibre


by Luc Le Blanc at April 13, 2019 03:01 am

April 12, 2019

Tatiyak

Pagaia: VIII Symposium Internacional de cayac de mar 2019!

E' tutto pronto per la ottava edizione del symposium Pagaia!
La piccola cittadina catalana di Llança si trasforma nella capitale del kayak da mare europeo. La settimana è tutta dedicata a corsi ed escursioni nella splendida riserva di Cap de Creus.
Un appuntamento biennale da non perdere perché è uno di quegli eventi che non può mancare nella vita di ogni kayaker: almeno uno volta bisogna partecipare!


Le iscrizioni si aprono a novembre dell'anno precedente e si chiudono sempre in un baleno perché le richieste sono tantissime ed i duecento posti disponibili si esauriscono in un baleno!
Le locandine elaborate dal Club de Caiac Cap de Creus raccontano una lunga storia di passione condivisa, di cura dei particolari, di ricerca della perfezione... sarà un symposium strepitoso ed io sono davvero molto contenta di tornare ad incontrare amici vecchi e nuovi: hasta pronto!

by Tatiana Cappucci (noreply@blogger.com) at April 12, 2019 11:30 am

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

Mendocino Coast Kayaking Videos

If a picture says a thousand words, what does a video say?

Shooting Mendocino Kayaking Videos

Evolution of Liquid Fusion Kayaking's Mendocino Kayak Videos

Last month, I created 2 new videos for Liquid Fusion Kayaking to showcase our Mendocino Kayaking Adventures.  When I uploaded them to YouTube, I spiffed up LFK's YouTube Channel and revised some of our playlists.  Doing so was a bit of a stroll down memory lane.  It is hard to believe that 10 years ago, I created our first video - Rock Gardening on the Mendocino Coast.  I learned a lot from the process and the feedback that I received from viewers.

In 2009, I created our Mendocino Coast Sea Kayaking video.  This is still one of my favorite videos.  I hope someday to recreate it with better quality video.

Fast forward 10 years to 2019

It was fun this week to share and reveal our new videos and to reminisce over our oldies.  I have published over 30 videos for Liquid Fusion Kayaking's YouTube Channel and created several playlists.  It is amazing how far video quality and technology have come - even for us amateurs using hand held point and shoot cameras and simple editing programs.  I think the biggest game changer was when we could shoot and edit HD video without sophisticated equipment and software.  The continual battle with shooting kayaking videos is water spots, lighting and moving water and subjects.  Jive'n is one of my favorite Mendocino Coast kayaking videos.  The good old Necky boats like the Jive are still fun boats for rock gardening and kayak surfing.

This year, I have created and posted 2 quickie - 1 minute videos.  I like the challenge of editing for quality not quantity and the challenge of a 1 minute video that entertains and tells a story.  My first challenge was a 1 minute video to use as a "trailer" or promo video to showcase LFK as an owner/instructor multi-discipline kayak company.  Check it out and let me know what you think.

My second project this year was to portray our Whitewater of the Sea - rock gardening lesson/tour.  We get lots of interest and questions about this trip.  My goal was to create a video that gave an authentic teaser of our Whitewater of the Sea Adventure.  The challenge was to portray it as fun, exciting, challenging, but not scary.  Take a look and let me know how I did.

I hope that you enjoyed the videos and the little stroll down memory land.  I have a couple of future video projects in mind.  If you know anyone who would like to collaborate with us on some fun, inspirational, or instructional videos, we are open to suggestions.  To be the first to see our new videos - 

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by Cate Hawthorne (noreply@blogger.com) at April 12, 2019 11:17 am

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

Saltø Å

Onsdagsturene i NKC er kommet på programmet igen. Og det er hyggelige dagture hvor deltagerne møder til morgenmad og hyggesnak. Bagefter er der en rotur.
Denne onsdag var der østenvind, så det gik strygende ud ad kanalen. Ved udmundingen i Fjorden blev vi enige om at ro en tur til Saltø Å, og bagefter kravle hjem i modvinden langs kysten.
Det var en kold morgen, og al isen på engene var endnu ikke tøet op
Men vi frøs ikke i det ellers gode vejr.
Saltø Å må besejles de nederste 1,6 km - det er hele vejen langs skoven
Der er ikke meget plads, men på denne strækning er åen 5-6 m bred. Jeg har tidligere været længere op, og der er flere endog meget smalle steder
Da vi kom tilbage på fjorden, måtte vi arbejde. Der var lidt læ at finde, men det var modvind de fleste steder.
Vi kom dog i fin stil hen til kanalen, hvor nogle valgte at ro lige mod klubben, mens vi var nogle der tog turen gennem den nu åbnede Gammelå.

Det blev til 16 km

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at April 12, 2019 10:05 am

Merci pour le kayak !
Blog du kayak de mer

Parc national des Calanques (1) : tour d’horizon

Le Parc national des Calanques est situé à la porte de Marseille : c’est un Parc périurbain, terrestre et marin. Des activités variées se côtoient sur ce territoire : en mer les kayakistes croiseront de nombreux plaisanciers, à la voile, mais surtout au moteur, des pêcheurs, et des plongeurs ; à terre les randonneurs parcourent […]

by Arzhela at April 12, 2019 08:44 am

Nautilus Kayaks
Construccion Artesanal de Kayaks de Madera y Palas Groenlandesas

April 11, 2019

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Thu 11/04-2019 Day 379

Pos: 24.1803,-109.8868
Loc: Isla Cerralvo
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent

no paddling today

It was relaxing to wake up to 25 knots wind and 1,5 m swell and to know this would be our last day off on theis trip section. we were planning a hike into one of the many large dry river mouth on this island, a perfect natural hiking trail. Temperatures were acceptable, and some breeze reached also most corners of the deep canyon. It was a wide rocky/ sandy path, looking on many corners if a ruck had just run down in double lanes, later in a single lane for quad bikes. We admired the many cacti growing literally out of rocks and the many plants which found a living space here on this dry barren island. Still the nature looked somehow green, where do they get their water form when it is not raining, and this is 360 days of the year? I’d really LOVE to see how a rainy day develops here, it must be a flash flood coming down the canyons according to the rocks and gravel and sand on the move.

Wild goats are living here, and we found more than 20 skulls with or without horns, or the horns separately. Quite high up, we found some sign of a hunter camp, a leftover table, chair, frying pan and machete. If it is ok to hunt, is it also ok to leave the trash behind? Also about twenty plastic bottles lined our hike, and they did not flood uphill but must be leftovers frm hikers/ hunters up here. we also found a bucket grown into a cactus, half a plastic canister, a shoe, a flip flop, another shoe, a bike glove, a back pack, a knife pocket for a belt, plastic gloves, a blanket, half a cell phone and a not too bad knife. Interesting additions to a steep canyon flooded few days a year…
Still, we absolutely enjoyed the hike with the goats, hares, hundreds of lizzards, iguanas of different sizes, humingbirds, butterflies, draginflies and a strange big black insect which didn’t look inviting to have it on my skin.

We carried half a waterbag uphill, plus a grapefruit and two kiwis, but still flet we had to household with the liquid in the dry heat. When we finally decided to turn around, the canoyn was man-narrow and steep with loose rocks. I briefly climbed a side up to a ridge to see if we already have reached the other side of the island, but it was nothing to see.

Downhill, we rather did a sporty march, feeling almost tired of so many waondrful details to discover. A great day!

by Freya at April 11, 2019 10:52 pm

kayaking stuff
Nigel foster takes a sideways glance at kayaking issues we often overlook

Kayaking Misool Raja Ampat Indonesia


Kayaking Misool Indonesia

When Nick invited me to guest guide somewhere warm last winter, Indonesia was not on my radar. True as a student I had been fascinated by Borneo, but that was years ago, before the internet and the web, when I imagined Borneo as inhospitable with head hunters who might want me for more than my managerial skills. But Borneo is a thousand miles from West Papua, the part of Indonesia where Nick kept his kayaks.

Nigel Foster photo, Dugout canoe with stilt houses above shallows Misool Indonesia
A dugout canoe floats beside houses on stilts


I searched for a map of Misool, for tourist information, for anything about Misool on the web, and found very little, except for some glowing references to the richness of the underwater wildlife. I learned about fish and corals, but little above water level. I failed to find a map to take.

Agreeing to go, I placed myself very much in Nick’s hands and those of his Indonesian kayak guides. With no definitive map, the place names we used were the names Nick had come up with for his own reference. If I needed more, I’d have to make them up.

Nick is an explorer, happy to push his way through thorny jungle fending off dengue fever and malaria, tackling mosquitoes with a machete and a tough skin. He rarely pauses except to wonder what lies over there, before going to find out. He visited some amazing places, then his globe-trotting paused here when he realized its great kayaking potential.

Nick established his company, Millekul Adventures, to introduce adventurous people into places like this. Here the fantasy land of Christmas tree shaped rock stacks and Tolkienesque mazes, with hilltop viewpoints and ancient references seemed perfect for his needs. Except with few possible places to stay, and with any rare hidden beaches which might otherwise offer camping guarded by local clans, he set about meeting people and learning.

From Sorong in West Papua we caught the Express Ferry direct to the Raja Ampat island Misool. It was early in the year, the ferry crowded with passengers and loaded with cargo that had been carried on board by hand across the decks of two ships moored between the ferry and the quay. The only respite from humid heat was a small back deck, from which we watched the wake reveal where we had been.

We scrambled ashore at a village on Misool, passing bags and supplies hand to hand along our human chain to pile them on the wooden dock, a place alive with children and adults alike carrying boxes of goods away as soon as they were thrown down from the high deck of the ferry. Wooden walkways led from the dock into the town, a maze of small houses on stilts above the shallows. Outriggers and dugouts floated or wallowed awash underneath. Our boatmen methodically loaded all our supplies in just a few minutes, and we climbed down into a long, narrow blue and red painted boat. Speeding away, we were soon soaked to the skin in salt spray as the daylight faded. Our destination was the island where Nick had his kayaks.

Impressions of Misool soon overloaded my senses. There was the heat and humidity, day and night, coral beaches and turquoise seas, rainbows, the call of strange birds. There were turtle tracks up the beach and an intimidating northern cassowary. In the evening the wonderful flavor of unfamiliar fish cooked with spices from nearby islands. Such spices in Europe once cost more than their weight in gold. 

As the kayaking trip unfolded there was the karst scenery, towering islands of grey limestone so eroded by the carbonic acid in rainwater that every edge of the pocked surface had been honed sharp as a blade, every finger-hold like a needle. 

Tucked into the myriad rock pockets and holes were plants, leathery green leaves of orchids in flower, and pitcher plants dangling down the faces. 


Nigel Foster photo, Karst limestone landscape, maze of rocks and islands
Karst landscape presents a Tolkeinesque maze of rocks and islands


Coconut palms broke the skyline between the crags, mangrove trees flirted along the sheltered shallow water edges. Corals teemed with fish in the warm water above wave-cut platforms, and deep sinkholes dropped into clear dark blue.
We cruised the lagoons, rocks and shoals, with the helicopter beat of hornbills and the shriek of sulphur-crested parakeets resounding from the canopy of the jungle-clad slopes.

Camping where Nick had negotiated permission, we strung lines and set mesh tents onto palm fronds on the sand beneath lightweight tarps. Every lunch break offered an opportunity to snorkel in the clear water with the corals and topical fish. Occasionally we saw a temporary fishing camp with dugout canoes, and long narrow fishing boats with outboards. 


Nigel Foster photo, fishing camp on beach with tarp shelters and curious children
Fishing camp with tarps over tied bamboo frames full of curious children


The fishermen had tied bamboo frames to spread with tough blue tarps to make shelter for boarded sleeping platforms. Threatened by a sudden tropical downpour, we were ushered to shelter with the opportunity to meet locals.

Misool, along with Papua and many small islands, sits on the Australian continental shelf. Across a deeper channel to the west, Sumatra, Java and Borneo rest instead on the Asian continental shelf. Darwin’s contemporary, Alfred Russel Wallace, the man who independently came up with a theory of evolution of species, had in the mid-1800s recognized how deeper water between the continental shelves created a barrier to fauna. There was a dividing line between species of animals in the two regions. 

The line he defined, the Wallace Line, is where he saw species change from Asian to Australian. On the Asian side were monkeys and tigers, on the other marsupials such as wallabies and cuscus. The islands between had a slight mixing where some species had presumably swum from the mainland. 

But if there was one creature that we spotted more often than another it was the ubiquitous land crab. The largest of all land crabs is the coconut crab, Birgus latro. It might easily have been named the coconut crab because of its size. It is large. On the other hand, it has been seen to climb coconut trees dragging a coconut behind it to let it drop to the ground to break it. It also has a powerful claw that can de-husk, open and shred a coconut. Coconut crabs can fall from a tree from 15 feet with no apparent harm.


Nigel Foster photo, Torleif holds coconut crab, Misool, Raja Ampat
Torleif bravely holds a coconut crab


Another name by which Birgus latro is known is the robber crab, so besides avoiding trees with falling coconuts and crabs, it’s always good to keep an eye on your belongings and to close your tent zipper. That’s not only to discourage unwelcome guests, whether mosquito or sheltering land crab, but also because a large land crab can and will, as Brigitte discovered, drag away quite large items such as a nylon pack full of goodies.
Sitting on the edge of the Australian continental shelf, this area has surely been visited if not peopled for thousands of years. During the last ice age people could have walked here from what is now Australia. Pictographs survive on the cliffs, scribed in red, dating back 2-5,000 years, protected by overhangs from erosion.


Nigel Foster, Pictographs Misool date back 2-5,000 years
Pictoraphs adorn sea cliff walls beneath overhangs


Beneath overhangs there’s a visible difference from the sharp-edged karst. It's the mildly acidic rainwater that slowly eats away at the exposed rock surfaces and carries away the limestone as soluble calcium bicarbonate, leaving all the sharp edges. The calcium bicarbonate solution drains away through cracks in the rock to drip from the roof of overhangs, but before dripping, the water degases, freeing carbon dioxide from the calcium bicarbonate and depositing calcium carbonate before the water drips. These deposits build into long stalactites, curtains and organ-pipe formations, smooth as silk with no sharp edges.


Nigel Foster photo, kayaking in sea cave with stalactites
Sea caves and land caves riddle the islands with holes

Of course, water not only drips from overhangs, it also flows together into bedding planes in the rock creating streams that gouge out tunnels and caverns. The rock here is riddled with such tunnels, both miniature and mighty. Exploring caves by kayak and on foot it became evident that each limestone island has become eroded into something like a sponge, full of holes and tunnels. But whereas the outer surfaces of the islands are hot and menacing with sharp edges that can cut skin, the insides are cooler, contoured, smooth and forgiving.

Our journey eventually carried us from a sea bursting with shoals of jumping fish, and rained upon by frigate birds, up into a jungle river as far as we could go. From our highest landing, we explored along hunters’ tracks. Far beneath a canopy alive with birds we heard but seldom saw at ground level, we watched brilliant butterflies and tripped on fallen fruits we did not recognize. There were stout vines dangling everywhere to swing Tarzan-like over the warm clear blue jungle streams.


Nigel Foster photo, kayaking, jungle, river, Misool
Ascending a Misool jungle river as far as we could


As night approached, there was the clatter of hornbills flying in and crying from the high canopy, along with tuneful calls from birds we couldn’t name. With the fast falling night came a chorus of frogs and insects, the leathery wing-beats of fruit bats and the flit of smaller bats catching mosquitoes or moths. Here and there we spotted the rising star of a firefly lifting high between the trees, and on the ground the bioluminescent glow from rotting vegetation. 

Learn more about Misool from Millekul Adventures, where you’ll find a short YouTube video of the kayaking. If you’re interested to join me, Nigel Foster, I plan to paddle there again (contact Millekul Adventures) next January and early February. See you there?

by nigel (noreply@blogger.com) at April 11, 2019 09:32 am

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

Présentation des activités 2019 du club de kayak Le Squall


April 11, 2019 02:32 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Wed 10/04-2019 Day 378

Pos: 24.1803,-109.8868
Loc: Isla Cerralvo
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 35,3 km
Start: 07:05 End: 14:35

It was a while ago when we got up before sunrise for an early start. Today, we felt like we had to run before the wind breezes up to the fore casted 27 knots. It was worth while! The light from the early morning sun shining on the eastern side of the island cliffs was magnificent. Glad we didn’t paddle the eastern side yesterday completely, though camping early afternoon on the burning hot sand was also not really a pleasure. We felt like lying all night on an oven, despite our “insulation pad” should not keep only the cold but also the heat away. No breeze for most of the night, just for about an hour, the tent was suddenly shaking with some wind. Strange…

I paddled again for most of the day behind all available rocks and very close to the shore. I love it, especially when it is so dead calm like today it is a great entertainment. Fylkir loved to talk to the birds with some well done whistling which gave a great echo on the steep cliffs. I wonder what the birds were thinking…pelicans, eagles, seagulls and what not. The turtle of the day floated past, and four fishing boats gathered on the northern spit for an early morning catch. Three more fishermen shed spots showed the usual trash everywhere, I really wonder if it is too much demanded to get those old fridges which are everywhere off the island properly discarded? We estimated about 25-30 fridges in all kind of rotten states spread all over the island, some in pieces with the insulation foam everywhere, some rusty and damaged. We saw fishermen in these days using modern cooler boxes with ice to keep their catch fresh for the time they are at work here.

One quite deep cave showed also a lot of signs of temporary living, with the same amount of shabby “interior design” of all kinds of trash. If I’d live in La Ventana, I’d vote for a beach cleanup for this beautiful natural island. I’m quite sure the tourist guides at Isla Espiritu Santo keep their “business place” spotless clean, why not the fishermen here?

At the eastern side in the early morning light, we spotted three times some mountain goats high up the steep cliffs. Nice to see also land animals from the sea! How do they get their water? From the cacti?

We were waiting all noon and beyond for the wind breezing up, but only when we put up our tent on our final beach and had stretched it out to the south western direction the moderate wind just came from, it suddenly started to blow heavily form the forecasted north west and we had to turn our tent. Always believe the forecast…at least we were on land.

We were planning to have a hiking day tomorrowon some windy forecast, and will be crossing back to La Ventana on Friday with lower wind. We will have to find some hostel accommodation to spend our last two nights and to wash our gear, as Kristen is not home for the summer and has shut down her house completely but lets us keep our kayaks in her garage. Thanks for that, Kristen!

by Freya at April 11, 2019 01:29 am

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

Biking the Battle Road

So I decided that it would be a good idea to combine a play date with some exercise, so I took Bug and one of her friends for a mountain biking ride on the Battle Road in Minute Man National Park. The Battle Road is a wide, smooth trail with sloping hills. It is nothing that a rider in moderate shape on a halfway decent mountain bike cannot handle.
All three of us have better than decent rides; our rides can eat the Battle Road for a light snack. The girls are both in great shape; I can manage to walk up a flight of stairs without being winded.... This should have been a good work out for me and a fun outing for the girls.
The girls did have fun, but I didn't get much exercise. Our pace was not what I had hoped. The girls wanted to stop at every sign along the way or take water breaks. It was nice to stop and see the sights and have a relaxed afternoon, but I was really hoping for some speed.
At one stop, we saw a family with three young boys peddle past us on 16" bikes. One was on two wheels and was moving; the other two were trying to keep up on training wheels. It was super cute. They peddled back a few minutes later.
We saw a lot of dogs and families out walking, which also slowed us down a bit. I was very impressed with the girl's bicycle etiquette. They remembered to ring their bells to give pedestrians plenty of warning and then also told them on which side they were passing. They were better than some of the adult riders on the trail.
On the way back to the car, we did manage to keep a decent pace. The girls thought they saw a bee and peddled like bandits to keep away from it. I wasn't about to tell them that it was just a fly and that a bee would have given up minutes into the chase.
I definitely recommend the Battle Road for a fun afternoon of riding. Just don't get your hopes up for a workout. During the summer, some of the houses and other stops have staff to give tours and stage mock battles. It is cool to see, but also slows things down.

by Eric J. (noreply@blogger.com) at April 11, 2019 12:15 am

April 10, 2019

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

App Time

Part of what gets accomplished on the Tacoma Shoreline Survey is a real-time count of the debris that is found on city beaches during the clean-up process. Groups that will be doing the actual work will be tallying their results on a hard copy form that will be collected when they bring in their trash but they will also be using a smart phone app to connect their findings directly with NOAA.

The app is easy to use and fairly intuitive but like anything else, it helps to get familiar with how it works before you have to use it. We’ll be going over how it functions and the specific data that we’ll be looking for when we get together for beach assignments and pizza on May 17th, the night before the Survey, but if you take a minute to download the app and look it over now, that would probably be helpful. And, if you’re out on a beach between now and then, open it up and give it a whirl.

Technology.

by Ken Campbell at April 10, 2019 01:34 pm

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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!)

Robert Moses Repercussions


Robert Moses with Battery Bridge model

So this is a little outside of the usual blog topic here on Frogma, but a Gothamist article caught my eye today. I've mentioned Robert Moses a couple of times in recent posts as Sebago had a really wonderful day in March where we visited Dead Horse Bay, where you can so easily imagine the sadness of all of the people he displaced as you inspect the belonging of theirs that were buried at the badly-capped landfill at Barren Island and are now strewn across the beach there. And then I also have a set of photos to share from a hike at a spot where you're reminded that he also did some very good things for the city.

But the repercussions of his clearances turn out to carry on to this very day. I never knew.

Just fascinating.

I have really got to get my hands on a copy of The Power Broker.  

by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at April 10, 2019 12:49 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Tue 09/04-2019 Day 377

Pos: 24.2873,-109.8784
Loc: Isla Cerralvo palm tree beach
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 42,4 km
Start: 08:00 End: 16:20

My GPS told me yesterday we had a time change here, I assume it was winter to summer time and not crossing another time zone??

Oh what a lovely breeze came yesterday afternoon into our wide open tent front, tonight it is no breeze at all and I am still sweating after a dip in the ocean and the sun hiding behind the mountains. It was one f those dead calm days here in the Sea of Cortéz, as much it was yesterday one of those very windy days.

We decided to spend our last days paddling around Isla Cerralvo, as our storage option is now with Kristen Ulmer in la Ventana and not in La Paz. Today, we crossed over, rounded the southern point and paddled 2/3 up the eastern coast. This Island is uninhabited and much more rugged than Isla Espiritu Santo, but still has many beaches and rock formations to enjoy. If you have an eye for the beauty of the detail and the remoteness, you will be pleased. We enjoyed once more many jumping Manta Rays, one whale, hundreds of diving pelicans, and on the southern end many reefs with fish visible even without diving mask through the crystal clear water. I hugged very much the coast and paddled behind a bunch of rocks in no swell, while Fylkir rather enjoyed the view from a bit of distance.
Many pelicans with shorter beaks than we have seen on the Pacific side bomb-dived down to fish pretty close to the beaches, probably the reason while their beaks are shorter…LOL…a small turtle floated around, while we saw a huge one on yesterday’s windy lumpy crossing.

I found an impressiver very narrow sandy gap to land my kayak between high cliffs and took my chance, my smallest landing beach ever! In general, it was a relaxed paddle on dead calm seas and no wind, hot, and if I went a bit offshore, it was almost falling asleep and quickly paddled close again to have at least a bit of challenge and entertainment in the details.

We found three beaches with blankets, eating utensils and fridges or cooler boxes for ice, one freshly filled for the obviously one and only fishing boat we saw along the eastern shore. The two guys were fishing with a round throw net and politely ignored us on passing by close. Sorry to disturb your remoteness!

For the night, we picked a remarkable beach with a bundle of fat palm trees growing literally out of the rocks. there are no other palm trees here, so this unique spot formed a natural shelter for fishermen sleeping here occasionally. Three fridges and a bundle of blankets in a plastic bag plus a pile of trash (if it would be not spread out everywhere…) completed the hotel-setup. But we were alone here tonight, and found a virgin rock corner for our tent. No snorkeling today, noting to see upfront here, but swimming, washing hair and shaving. Grooming time for not becoming a beach zombie! LOL

by Freya at April 10, 2019 12:24 am

April 09, 2019

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Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

En kajak ett imponerande träarbete! Så kan det se ut när en skicklig finsnickare tagit sig an en Najad- ritning!

"Hej Björn.

Nu har jag äntligen sjösatt min Najad. Den började byggas för många år sedan men byggandet har legat nere långa tider pga andra projekt. Dessutom jobbar jag till vardags med finsnickeri och ibland blir det bara "för mycket".

Men nu är första turen genomförd och det känns som det blir många härliga turer med den nya kajaken.

Den verkar vara väldigt lättdriven och kursstabil men reagerar ändå både snabbt och effektivt på roderutslag.

Huvuddelen av kajaken är byggd i lind (det ljusa) och mahogny. Dessutom finns en hel del detaljer i andra träslag. Alla lingenomföringar och roderlagringar är gjorda med nylonbussningar vilket rekommenderas, linorna löper väldigt lätt och slits minimalt.

"Lucklåsen" är tillverkade i plexiglas till stor del och verkar fungera mycket bra.

Mvh. Göran " 

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

Najad – Göran Gustafsson

by Björn Thomasson at April 09, 2019 07:45 pm

kajak.nu
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Göteborg södra skärgård

Börja din paddling mitt i stan, nåja nästan i alla fall. Göteborgs södra skärgård ligger som antyds söder om Göteborg. En stadsnära skärgård men där det ändå går att hitta hyfsat naturliga ställen inom rimliga avstånd. Kommer man med bil är Hinsholmen, Fiskebäck, Långedrag och Önnered ställen där det går att hitta parkering och iläggsplatser ... Läs mer...

Inlägget Göteborg södra skärgård dök först upp på kajak.nu.

by Erik Sjöstedt at April 09, 2019 02:35 pm

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

Tur til Nylandsmøllends invielse og lidt kuldekursus

Søndag blev lidt af en kombinationsdag da der var kuldekursus i NKC  og jeg havde inviteret til tur til Nylandmøllens invielse.

Kuldekurset startede med lidt teori og vidensdeling om påklædning. Herefter skulle vi på vandet, og der havde Tomas fået en god ide. I stedet for at skulle vælte med kajakkerne, satte vi kajakkerne i vandet og hoppede selv i fra broen. Det gjorde det meget nemmere for mange at komme i vandet.
Da vi først lå i vandet havde Susanne og jeg valgt at vi ville finde ud af hvordan vi kunne entre den toer-kajak vi havde valgt at ro i. Vi prøve fra hver sin side, og det lykkedes faktisk at komme op på -og ned i kajakken, men da jeg skulle vende mig i cockpittet fik jeg fødderne viklet ind i en rorline, og så væltede vi rundt. Jeg oplevede i den forbindelse at overraskelsen over vandturen og det kolde vand udløste en voldsom gisperefleks og efterfølgende hurtigt åndedræt. Jeg har mange gange  hørt om det, men aldrig oplevet det. Så det var "Ro på" og vente lidt - og så var jeg klar til endnu et forsøg. Vi valgte at benytte en paddlefloat, og så var det intet problem at holde balancen.

Det var tid til at ro af sted på turen til Nylandsmosen. Og det gik strygende. Vi var bagud i forhold til de andre, men når vi roede af sted i takt, gik det pænt stærkt og vi indhentede - og passerede dem snart.
Så kunne vi jo heldigvis bare tage en slapper og nyde det fantastiske forårsvejr.
Jeg fik Jørgen til at tage billeder af os i to-eren. Den lå lidt lavt i bagenden, hvilket jeg blev moppet lidt for, men det viste sig at agterlugen var - ud over bagage heldigvis i vandtætte poser - godt fyldt med vand. Det må være lugen der havde lukket det ind under vores redningsøvelser.
Vel ankommet til møllen i god tid før den officiele cerimoni, nød vi vores medbragte mad
Jeg prøvede Knorrs Pasta Carbonare lavet på Trangia. Carbonaren var lidt tynd, men smagte godt nok, så næste gange tager jeg lidt revet ost med og bruger mindre vand. Og måske et stykke lækkert italiensk brød i stede for en rugbrødshumpel
Så var det tid til taler af baronessen, naturskolelederen og borgmester med saks - det skal jo til.


Og så blev der budt på lunken Gavnøøl, kaffe og kage. Og børnene gik i gang med at bage pandekager over bål
Jeg gik en tur op i møllen og nød udsigten.
Efter en times tid roede vi tilbage
Møllen er rigtig flot restaureret og udsigten fra den er betagende, men skynd dig hvis du vil opleve den. Næstved Kommune har været så tåbelige at de har givet lov til at klistre store dele af området bag kystlinien til med solceller. Læs på formand for Teknisk Udvalg Helle Jessens Facebookopslag om sagen. Hun var ikke en af dem der stemte for.

Se evt også TV 2 Øst reportage om begivenheden

Det blev til 22 km

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at April 09, 2019 12:15 pm

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Video - A Paddle Doesn't Need A Blade At Both Ends to Work

Last weekend we went paddling again.  This time, however, it was in a canoe.

Our friends Colin and Katrina run Source-2-Sea canoe adventures.  We introduced Colin to wild swimming and they volunteered to take us paddling.  Again.

The cross-over between canoeing and kayaking is obviously quite high.

It was wonderful just to get back on the water again and it showed us how much we've missed sea kayaking.

We swapped around the pairings occasionally so we had the experts to take us through some white water, Liz and I managed quite well by ourselves too.



I took along my tiny Sony GW66 waterproof camera, from which I've always had outstanding results (Sony - why did you discontinue this little gem?) and this video is the result.  Hopefully it will help promote their business.  Want one made?  Drop me an email.

by Simon Willis (noreply@blogger.com) at April 09, 2019 09:02 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Mon 08/04-2019 Day 376

Pos: 24.0795,-109.9914
Loc: La Ventana
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 30,3 km
Start: 07:00 End: 13:45

We were happy to have chosen our beach and not the next one which had a sandy dune – but also many cars. Some more private castles or rather palaces lined up the coast, until we reached Punta Perico with stunning white cliff formations. Beautiful!!!

We just rounded the white sandy spit of Punta Arena de la Ventana, when a small round spiky fish was happy to jump on my paddle blade. He had to model on my spray deck until I released him back into the water where he blew himself up and raised his spikes allover the body to look BIG and DANGEROUS, LOL! Two Manta Rays pleased our eyes by jumping close to our kayaks.

It was calm all morning, but for some reason, we did not take Karel’s weather update serious and decided to cross over the Bahia La Ventana straight to the middle of the city where we had marked a supermarket to refill water for the last time. The punishment was half of the crossing in 25+ knots NNW wind not straight into our face, but sideways with some headwind feeling. The waves rose accordingly, but we felt just happy for the challenge and din’t even bother to put on our PFD’s. Just fun in high wind waves with no swell!
If we would have lost our power, we would have just let go south to land some where on the long sandy beach. But no way…Fylkir is just the right paddling partner for such clenching teeth paddling and not giving up! Good man…I was running music since the beginning of the crossing, and was singing aloud until we landed. This time maybe blown by the wind…

La Ventana is a kite surfing paradise, and today’s 25+ knots wind invited about thirty kiters to be out there. Nice to watch! I wouldn’rt mind to learn this also…

Fylkir went for water and little shopping while I was researching our weather and final paddling options and possible new contacts. It looks unfortunately not inviting enough to round Isla Espiritu Santo to e in la Paz in time for our flight. Also, our original contact to store our kayaks in La Paz did not happen, and we made a new one in La Ventana now. Thanks to Kristen Ulmer to store our gear! We have now six days left which we like to spend paddling around Isla Cerralvo now, with one or two days of hiking in between when it is blowing hard on Thursday.

It will be good!

by Freya at April 09, 2019 04:10 am

Tatiyak

Sea kayak award in Malta...

Sono appena rientrata a casa dopo quattro lunghi giorni a Malta.
E' la terza volta che torno sull'isola per offrire dei corsi di kayak della British Canoeing, invitata da Alan Chetcuti di Kayak Tour Malta che mi riserva sempre un'accoglienza calorosa.
Questa volta i cinque ragazzi iscritti al corso Sea Kayak erano particolarmente motivati e hanno dimostrato sin dal primo giorno un particolare spirito di gruppo, sostenendosi a vicenda ed esultando tutti insieme per ogni piccolo o grande successo di ciascuno di loro: è stato molto bello vedere come una passione condivisa possa avvicinare persone diverse per età, lavoro e interessi.
Il kayak è davvero un gioco meraviglioso che giocato insieme diventa entusiasmante!

Samuel, Aylwy, Mark, David e Etienne a Mistra Bay... 
Kissing the bow to improve your balance...
Towing system in windy conditions...
An interesting three-dimensional way to put in practise the theory about the cardinal marks :-D
Prioritize at sea!
Good team work during an assisted rescure...
Big smiles on wet faces under the heavy rain!
Half-day trip discovering Saint Paul's island...
More assisted rescues during the final session...
Time for one more game now!

Mi aspettavo di trovare un clima più mite, spostandomi di oltre 600 km verso sud: invece le temperature maltesi si sono rivelate ancora più invernali di quelle italiane, con due giornate di pioggia battente, vento forte e mare leggermente mosso. Le avverse previsioni meteorologiche, però, non hanno smorzato il nostro entusiasmo né hanno frenato la nostra voglia di esplorare i dintorni di Saint Paul Bay e dell'omonima, piccola e disabitata isola di Saint Paul: la costa rocciosa e frastagliata è stata l'ambiente ideale per svolgere il programma in totale armonia con l'ambiente circostante.
Ci sono stati molti momenti esilaranti, sia in acqua che a terra, e dopo avere ascoltato i vari commenti raccolti durante l'ultimo de-briefing conclusivo, sono sicura che il corso ha svelato ai partecipanti un nuovo, inaspettato e stimolante aspetto del kayak da mare: il divertimento in sicurezza!

by Tatiana Cappucci (noreply@blogger.com) at April 09, 2019 12:28 am

April 08, 2019

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

Adventures is Sailing, Part 2

The Bad.

This may piss some people off. Take it with a grain of salt, keeping in mind that I am outsider to the world of sailing, and the comments I am about to make are based solely on my experiences. I will also say that I am difficult, because of three things. My advanced level of outdoor experience, my training as an educator with a focus on outdoor education, and my understanding of how retail and outdoor education mix.

Okay, with that out of the way, the sailing community in the United States - at least in my experience - doesn't understand its potential customers, how to get them, and most importantly how to educate them. Let's break that down.

Sailing doesn't understand its customers or how to get them. Just about every reputable kayaking dealer knows the importance of educating kayaking customers. I live in the southeast US, and near me I can take kayaking lessons from no less than three different outdoor retailers. One of those retailers offers kayaking lessons from Alaska to Florida, and Boston to San Diego. I use kayaking as an example because that is what I do, but it is equally true for mountain biking, rock climbing and backpacking. I had a very hard time finding access to sailing instruction. I finally found a wonderful instructor based out of a yacht club that is very welcoming to new sailors - and I had drinks with a friend who had a similar experience in Georgia. Once you are hooked up with a yacht club, life is pretty easy. Getting started isn't.

For example, because of my schedule I couldn't wait until May to start lessons and I couldn't do the group lessons that were Monday evening to Friday evening and all day Saturday. I reached out to sailors I knew, and said "hey, if you know an instructor I'll pay cash for private lessons." everyone said yes, they knew many sailing instructors, and yet I never heard back from anyone. I finally found my instructor - did I mention she is fantastic!? - by emailing a local yacht club and explaining my situation, and it still took close to a month to get started. In researching other yacht clubs in my state I see similar things. People like to sail, they start a yacht club - but really they are sailing dinghy sailboats, which are small, and not very yacht like - and they offer sailing lessons and access to boats. This is an inherit misunderstanding of where the growth of your sport comes from. The sailing community is great at teaching little kids to sail - usually at camp - and a small percentage of them become life long sailors. It is very difficult to start as an adult. Don't get me wrong, the sailing community is very welcoming to new people, but it has to be super engaged new people, who are willing to put themselves in a difficult situation - walking into a yacht club, and saying "I don't know anything" which is intimidating. The people sailing are very nice, and super welcoming. But I suspect most of the people who are thinking about learning to sail hit too many roadblocks along the way to make it happen.

Sailing doesn't understand how to educate new sailors. When I google sailing lessons, I get two options. Moderately expensive lessons from a yacht club. Really expensive lessons to learn to sail a keeled, full size boat, and a minimum of three days to learn both. Here is the problem with the yacht club sailing schools: Who do you think the instructors are? I'll tell you, they are highly skilled sailors who are leaders in the school. Here is the problem, while someone may be an expert in a topic, that doesn't mean they can teach the topic. One of my employers says they don't want their instructors to be the best outdoor practitioners, they want their instructors to be the best educators of outdoor practitioners. Do you see the difference? They want their people to be educators first. In my experience it is far easier to be good at something than to be able to teach something. I work with a woman whose background is in education, and she is new to outdoor ed. She is an amazing educator, and I learn from her every time I work with her. Sailing has fallen into the age old trap of, because I am good at this, I can teach this. That isn't always wrong, but it frequently is. Sailing schools should be hiring people that teach, and then teach them to teach sailing. I'm not saying those people can't be sailors also, but it isn't the most important thing.

I suspect these problems are similar to becoming a private pilot. But at least in the case of private pilots (meaning aircraft pilots) there is a governing body - the FAA - that says this is how you become a pilot. I could go buy a boat and just teach myself to sail, which I guess I couldn't do if I wanted to become a pilot. Maybe my mistake is that I am thinking of sailing like I think of kayaking, and I should be thinking about it like learning to fly an aircraft... I'll have to give that some thought.

Stay tuned for Part 3, the Ugly.


by paddlingOTAKU (noreply@blogger.com) at April 08, 2019 03:58 pm

kajak.nu
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Plattvatten kring Hallands väderö

Martin i BBKS hojtade till om en sväng runt Hallands Väderö. Igår var vi sex stycken som tog en runda runt ön. Plattvatten när vi startade och det höll i sig. Go tur runt ön i trevligt sällskap, gott om sälar både här och där men mest i sälskyddsområdet såklart. Förstafikapaus vid Getaryggen och sen ... Läs mer...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at April 08, 2019 07:31 am

Woman on Water
Kayak Instructor Cate Hawthorne shares tips, trips, stories gear, and inspiration from adventures on the water and in nature.

Forward Lean

The number one mistake that I see paddlers make when paddling in dynamic water is learning back.  It is a natural reaction to lean back when you are dropping in on a wave or hitting whitewater.  Leaning forward may seem counter intuitive. 

Leaning forward is an effective way to 
  • maintain stability
  • be ready for the next hit, drop, or stroke
  • prevent injuries

There are times when the force of the water or the verticality of the drop tries to push you back.  Watch top paddlers - they anticipate those forces and lean forward.
Dave Fusilli takes his whitewater skills to the sea.  Here he uses good posture and timing get a sea boof on this pour-over.

Check out this Posture and Trim Video from Christopher Lockyer of Committed to the Core

Lessons Learend - Trim and posture from Christopher Lockyer on Vimeo.

Here are Christopher's Keys to Posture -

• Try and sit up tall when performing forward paddling 
• When in bumpy water try and change your posture to a slight forward lean
• Work on bracing and recovery stokes in your forward posture
• When working on rolling practice your forward finishing roll
• Posture is key to overall body health. Back fatigue can be a result of weakness in your core

Homework - Be mindful of your posture in your everyday paddling.  Have a coach or friend video your paddling.  When paddling in dynamic water - whitewater, surf, rock gardens, tide races - be especially mindful that you are leaning forward and not allowing the water or your fear to put you in the back seat (leaning back).

Perfect practice makes perfect.
Max shows good forward lean on this pour over ride on the Mendocino Coast.


by Cate Hawthorne (noreply@blogger.com) at April 08, 2019 05:00 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sun 07/04-2019 Day 375

Pos: 23.9709,-109.8385
Loc: Bahia de Los Muertos
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 27,8 km
Start: 06:30 End: 13:45

We paddled in constant headwind of 15 to 18 kn today, too much to find it pleasant, but too little to stop early like yesterday. We could have landed on many places, but felt rested enough from yesterday to do some workout paddling.

The fancy houses disappeared at some point to be replaced by rather local looking areas. Nice! A wedding event area with a nice outside setup looked rather like blown by the wind, what a pity for the guests. But at least no rain but sunshine!

Dolphins jumped off our beach in the morning, huge small silver fish swarms over our first paddling kilometers, and hundreds of Manta Rays in the distance off our beach in the evening. On the afternoon snorkeling, hundreds of sea urchins decorated the impressive reef, many different fish. Our beach was littered with dead white coral pieces and dried cow and donkey shit. Lush nature everywhere in crystal clear water!

by Freya at April 08, 2019 01:43 am

April 07, 2019

kajak.nu
ute räknas. Ute med kajak räknas minst dubbelt :)

Mars 2019

Ojoj, det var nära att mars blev opaddlad. Med nöd och näppe blev det i alla fall en liten paddelrunda på Skälderviken. I övrigt fick vi till en finfin Trysilvecka. Tältandet slarvade vi bort även denna månaden. Hemomkring blev det rätt mycket vedpyssel efter den stora boken. Lite goa bad, lite transpan och mtb har ... Läs mer...

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by Erik Sjöstedt at April 07, 2019 07:35 pm

Nautilus Kayaks
Construccion Artesanal de Kayaks de Madera y Palas Groenlandesas

El comienzo de la Primavera nos trajo una inesperada sorpresa. Nautilus Kayaks descubre Las Lagunas de Ruidera : un paraíso entre Albacete y Ciudad Real.

Una escapada cortita pero increíblemente aprovechada

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by Roberto Yañez vargas at April 07, 2019 11:36 am

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

Creatures Enjoying A Fine Spring Day

Canis Familiaris

(click on any photo for better view)
Sus Scrofa Domesticus
Chrysemus Picta

Homo Frogmabloggeriens

Lots more pixs from a lovely day out at the Rockefeller Preserve near Tarrytown at Flickr - click here!

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(frogma kayak smiley, patent pending)

by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at April 07, 2019 02:24 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Sat 06/04-2019 Day 374

Pos: 23.7900,-109.7032
Loc: Punta Pescadero
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 51,7 km
Start: 07:05 End: 10:35

Karel forecasted headwinds up to 22 knots today, but we still liked to get away from our city camp. But we are in no hurry with our arrival date in La Paz on April 13th, so we decided to take an easy day after our 50 km yesterday. It was already blowing strong in our faces when at Punta Pescadero, we found a precious private beach between rocks and a lovely reef on the doorstep for a snorkeling session in the afternoon. That’s our camp for today! Around the point, the wind would be just even stronger. No hurry, no fighting against 20+knots wind needed today!
 
Our snorkeling session number two was as amazing as number one, we saw even a small shark, and the coral life was a bit more colorful. We spotted some new fish, and Fylkir said he’s thankful he has not to name them all! We dried out in the sunshine, and discovered we can also have a hot shower on the beach with our black water bags! Actually quite welcome, even in the about 23 degrees warm water. We wore our PFD on snorkeling this time which gave additional warmth and flotation. But when I wanted to dive down to grab a shell, LOL, no diving possible with that piece on!
 
Our Hilleberg Keron 4 tunnel tent can also improve a lot when we fold the whole vestibule away at least on one end to have maximum ventilation and a draft straight through. We should have done that also in earlier days! All in all …life is good! Tomorrow will also be a strong headwind, but it might start to blow a bit later that we can do some distance.

by Freya at April 07, 2019 12:57 am

April 06, 2019

The Ikkatsu Project
In the Service of the Ocean

Sleeping Through It

“Proper prior preparation prevents poor performance.” That was a line I heard fairly often back in my Air Force days (seems like a complete other lifetime now), and it spoke to the notion that a bad day is often the result of our own actions, or inaction, as the case may be.

I am thinking of the “6P’s” because a cursory look at the calendar reveals that this year’s Seventy48 race is only seven weeks away. To go from Tacoma to Port Townsend, by water and under your own power, is not something that you can roll out of bed and just do. At least, I don’t think so. It’s a function of the need to make good distance happen during the appropriate times, to manage time, sleep, weather and tide in a way that will allow you to finish the course before the race ends at the 48-hour mark.

I don’t think I’ve been getting as much of that proper prior preparation as I should be lately. Life has a knack for getting in the way of the best intentions and that’s how it’s been going around here for the past couple of months. I would be lying if I said I’m not concerned about what that means for my prospects, but I like to think that there’s still time to get on the stick and make it happen.

Of course, there’s another saying that also comes to mind: “If you wait until the last minute, it only takes a minute.”

by Ken Campbell at April 06, 2019 04:04 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Fri 05/04-2019 Day 373

Pos: 23.6952,-109.6952
Loc: Los Barrilles
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 51,7 km
Start: 06:55 End: 17:30

We paddled past the “official” beach next door and saw on signs confirmed we were in the Cabo Los Frailes National Park. They gave space for 21 tents, and there were only three…so all good…we were just camped a bit further away…and behaved well. It was a pleasant paddle further on, it almost felt like paddling on a bathtub with crystal clear water and dead calm seas. We got even a bit of the following wind, and after I overcame my tiredness of a non-challenging paddle with switching some music on, we were flying along! We haven’t played music on the water for a while…
 
Also simultaneously flying along with us were first two small flying fish, and later a bunch of more flying criss cross. As we now worked a bit harder and chose to paddle without spray deck, we made a bet who catches one in the cockpit first…but none of us won.
 
The next flight show was done by a bunch of Manta Rays, sometimes three or four at a time, so wonderful! It was Fylkir’s first-time view, I had already seen them at a crossing to the Pearl islands in Panama, a stunning flight show of hundreds of them together!
 
In the National Park, there were just a few private houses – yet still some…who knows how those people got the permit. According to the sign, the park was actually supported by the German government, a good idea in international cooperations. Later, the coast was once more fringed with mostly expensive looking and large beach houses, likely all owned by white Americans or Europeans. It looks like the whole coast of Baja California del Sur from Todos Santos to La Paz and probably even further north (what we’ll find out next year…) is occupied by rich white people, using likely their homes here only half a year and then it will be all a ghost Cape in the summer heat…?
 
The usual transport on the beaches here is an ATV/ four-wheel drive motorbike or a golf-cart-like vehicle. No one is walking here, and swimmers are also still rare despite the calm beaches and warm water…and all vehicles occupied by a white couple in retiring age. Welcome to the senior citizen home Baja California!
 
I was myself today constantly keeping wet, and paddling without spray deck is a relief. Life could be worse! We needed to find a food shop tonight to refill water, Fylkir went out for the job, I guard the camp and am typing. Good job sharing!

by Freya at April 06, 2019 02:48 am

April 05, 2019

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

Adventures in sailing, in three parts

Part 1 - The Good.

Keep in mind I have had a long life on the water. Growing up I spent time on my fathers power boats, and got pretty adept at life on the water. I started kayaking - for real - in 1994, and started earning a living - or part of my living - in kayaks in 2003, when I started teaching privately. In that time I have done many long distance expeditions on the east coast of the US, as well as Alaska. My point, I have a lot of experience on the water. I have a good understanding of how a boat is affected by wind, and how water is affected by wind.

I had no idea.

I am working with a wonderful sailing instructor who primarily teaches people how to race sailboats. Her ability to judge wind, is incredible, and far more refined than mine. This is a sport that relies heavily on understanding the wind and seeing what is about to happen.

Let's take a step back. I decided that 2018 was going to be the year I learned to sail, and there were a couple of false starts, more on that in part 3. There was also a dog with a broken paw, which drained finances and time. It wasn't until the beginning of 2019 that I was really able to start making it happen. But in 2018 I did a lot of studying. I read a ton, and figured out what my path would be. My path is different that most people, certainly most adults learning to sail. More on that in part 2. All of my reading and studying led me to believe that this was actually a pretty easy sport.

You need an understanding of where the wind is coming from, and how to set the sails based on that wind. Simple. I even used a simulator put out by the American Sailing Association to practice sailing a little boat. I had it down. To a certain extent that is true. You can get into a sail boat and set the sails and go, but there is far more to it than that.

There is a level of nuance in trimming sails, which I am sure with practice - or as my instructor says "tiller time" - will become second nature. Frequently when I am sailing I feel like I am grasping for something in the dark that I know is there, but I don't quite know what it looks like or feels like in my hand. It is an interesting place to be, I have spent the last twenty plus years finessing a kayak in good weather and bad, and to feel like a complete novice is incredible. There is so much to learn, and absorb and I am taking it in as fast as I can. Yesterday, my instructor turned to me and said "are you ready to go in?" and I replied simply that yes, I was, as my brain was mush.

We spent the day in a 15 foot Wayfarer Mark 1 GRP which was originally released in 1965, and is the fiberglass version of the even older, original Mark 1 which was made out of wood. It is just slightly older than I am. My instructor dropped a buoy with an anchor overboard and we spent the day sailing around it. With the wind constantly changing on the lake we had to constantly adjust our approach, and in the course of four hours we circled it from all points of sail, and with gusting wind and nearly dead calm. Spending four hours hyper focused on sails and tell-tales (the small ribbons on sails and standing rigging that tell you what the wind is doing) is absolutely exhausting. Late last year my wife and myself spent a day on a 41 foot sailboat getting an idea of what sailing is like. It was much more calm and predictable than the little boat on the lake. I am thinking that getting a grounding in what is called Dinghy sailors will give me a better understanding of how to sail bigger boats.

My previous lesson was in two parts. We started in a Hobie kayak with outriggers, and pedal drives. It also had a single mast, and a hand control for the rudder. We spent about two hours in what is essentially a trimaran sailboat. Having only a mainsail and a simple rudder made the boat easy to control and super easy to get a handle on sailing concepts, and this confirmed my thoughts that sailing was easy. It really was just like the sailboat simulator I had used. However, the second half of our day was spent in a 16 foot RS Quest which was like jumping ahead about 30 years in terms of what was happening. All of a sudden I had a jib to control as well as a main sail. I also had a tiller, to control the rudder, and it does this with a handle that is articulated in the middle. Because it isn't hard enough that a tiller gets pushed the opposite direction you want to go, adding an elbow just makes it more confusing. There was also the little fact that the boat could now heel over to one side, which the trimaran couldn't do. It was a lot to keep track of. It was just starting to make sense when the lesson came to an end.

I have a lot to do in 2019, there are four phases to this project, the learn to sail project, and I am only on part one. It should be an interesting time.

by paddlingOTAKU (noreply@blogger.com) at April 05, 2019 05:35 pm

kayaking stuff
Nigel foster takes a sideways glance at kayaking issues we often overlook

The Color of Water


Water is a great chameleon, seemingly able to change color in an instant, yet we seldom notice the changes even when we are gazing out to sea. We are so accustomed to seeing the many colors of water that we rarely take note of where these colors come from.


Nigel Foster The color of water seen from above in Indonesia
Clear water in Indonesia appears blue-green in shallows, dark blue in deep

So, what gives water its color? When we pour distilled water into a glass it appears clear and colorless. In fact, although it is almost transparent to visible light, it is very slightly blue.
Looking down into deep clear open ocean, the water appears blue, dark blue. (see my blog post on the Kuroshio current, Taiwan)



Nigel Foster image of dark blue open ocean water in Taiwan
Open ocean water appears dark blue

That's because other wavelengths of light are more readily absorbed.  Red is absorbed first, and next orange and yellow too. Blue and green penetrate through shallower water and blue penetrates farthest.That’s why we commonly see a variety of greens and blues in shallower water, but only blue in deep ocean.

Closer to land, plankton (see article for plankton distribution) typically makes the water appear more green or brown.

Nigel Foster image, water green with plankton in cave, Pacific coast cave
Plankton colors this Pacific coastal water green

But that’s not the end of the story. China’s second largest river is aptly named “Yellow River” due to the color of the mineral sediment it carries to the sea, and that affects the sea color too over a considerable area near its mouth. Rivers commonly carry silt from runoff, especially when in flood, and this can color the water red, yellow, brown or grey depending on the eroding soil type. On the coast, waves stir up shore sediments that color the water.

Nigel Foster image, Point65 kayak on yellow water, France
A suspension of silt colors this French river yellow

Not all color is from particles in suspension. Dissolved tanninfrom vegetation can turn a river blood-red, orange or yellow. In a glass such river water is clear and the color of whisky, or black tea. It’s not cloudy. You cannot filter out dissolved tannin. The red color of tannin-rich water acts as a red filter, filtering out other colors of light including blue. But red light cannot penetrate far into water anyway. Deeper water appears black. Such tannin-rich streams are referred to as black water rivers.

Nigel Foster image, Orange tannin rich water, Australia
Orange tannin-rich water flows across a track in Australia

The true color of water, very slightly blue, plus what is in it, dissolved or in suspension, still only accounts for part of what we see. Sometimes the surface is colored with a layer or yellow pollen, or with duckweed, so then it is the color of the surface covering we see. 

Nigel Foster image, green duckweed covers water surface
Duckweed colors this waterway green

At other times the water is clear and shallow, and we see the color of the sand or mud of the bottom.

Nigel Foster photo, Florida river, yellow bottom
Here in Florida we see the color of the bottom as the water color

And then there are reflections that blend with or completely hide the colors underneath. A blue sea under a blue sky can turn grey on an overcast day. The color we see is often the color of the sky But you can gaze out over blue water in one direction and turn your head to see the same water appear green with the reflection of a green hillside. Given the water surface is not always flat, those reflections can come from many directions, sending a mosaic of colors dancing across the surface.

nigel foster, reflection of red ship hull and blue sky, with canoe
Reflection of a red hull in Seattle borders sky blue

Artists have long made use of the crazy abstract patterns and color combinations light creates on water, 

nigel foster, abstract patterns of reflection from moored ship
Abstract patterns of reflection from a moored ship

and they also tackle the multiple worlds revealed when you glance down into the water to see first the reflections of above-water surroundings, then the surface meniscus with floating debris, and below, through the underwater scene to the dancing patterns of light cast by the lens of surface ripples onto the bottom.

nigel foster, view from a canoe of reflections, water and the bottom
We see colors of the bottom, the water and reflections

Water can appear in all the colors of the rainbow. I find it always rewarding to take time to identify where the colors are coming from.

Nigel Foster, color of water, all colors of the rainbow
All the colors of the rainbow

Find more about the Color of Water on Nigel Foster YouTube channel. Interested to have Nigel make a presentation to your group? Check out nigelkayaks







by nigel (noreply@blogger.com) at April 05, 2019 03:28 pm

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Thu 04/04-2019 Day 372

Pos: 23.4031,-109.4169
Loc: Cabo los Frailes north
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 42,7 km
Start: 06:55 End: 15:25

One of the better days…maybe the best…good sleep, nice weather, nice scenery, easy seas, wonderful wildlife, perfect campsite, exciting snorkeling…
 
We had to launch from a steep beach with a single dumper washing up close to the shore, sometimes breaking quite high and with a violent high wash up. But it looked it had plenty of lulls to push in and to jump on – if you are patiently waiting for the right moment. It was Fylkir’s first launch from this kind of beach, and he took it easy and was even asking if he needs his PFD and helmet for this…? Sure, it never hurts to put it on…and please don’t underestimate the job!!! This can be dangerous!
 
He was launching first as usual, and dared to give the timing after waiting for only two breakers…I should not have let him go…he pushed in any way, and barely escaped two peaking waves, paddling with the legs still out.
 
Launchings like this are basically not hard to time and it is easy to get over the danger zone, as the nasty breaker is so close – if you wait long enough for the right lull. One crucial thing is to push in far enough not to hook your stern dry on the steep beach on the strong surge backward and then bridging the gap in a nasty unstable position. If you get caught by such a dumper, you might pitchpole backward and get fucked up completely. Fylkir was close, he realized it, and his hands were shaking for a while once we both were safe out. My launch was timed well, and I told Fylkir it will be me next time to give the signal…lesson learned for both of us.
 
The paddling day was pleasantly calm, with headwinds of only maybe 10-12 knots in the morning, in the afternoon very calm. The sea went down accordingly, no steep choppy wind waves like yesterday, and as we turned now more and more straight north, the steep beaches smoothed also out to easy landings everywhere. Life will be good in the Sea of Cortéz! The endless line of hotels also disappeared, and only single pleasant looking houses were scattered here and there. We met a guy on a wave ski looking happy with his craft, and a bunch of surfers on some spots.
 
We came up to Cabo Los Frailes, and were surprised how impressive the cliffs are looking here! Almost as nice as at Cabo San Lucas – minus the shitload of people and boats! There was one single small boat stopping at a small sea lion colony and throwing four snorkelers plus a guide lady into the water. It looked like the maybe twenty sea lions living here on this small rock were very much used to people visiting and watching them with strange looking faces (diving masks…). They were not annoyed neither by the swimmers nor by us being close in our kayaks having the spot for ourselves very soon. Great wildlife experience! Not sure if the guides have to feed the sea lions every time they are coming here in return not to eat the swimmers…LOL…
 
An amazing beach with huge round white boulders marked the entrance of the northern end of the Cape, and we were curious about the reef beaches behind it. It looked at least very inviting for snorkeling on the satellite images, a well protected northern facing area with many reefs.
 
We spotted small sandy patches between rocks before the main beach where the road came up to and decided to land easily between some boulders. We preferred to avoid the people in their vans and tents at the main beach and enjoyed very much to have our own private spot for camping and snorkeling! But to be polite for possible bypassers, we didn’t put up camp until sunset, which was no big deal at all today. It was neither hot nor cold nor wet, just pleasant stunning nature and us!
 
Fylkir had tried to snorkel first time in the shallow dead reef across our “home” at Ben’s BOA in La Paz, and he liked it very much, but today’s snorkeling session was topping even my expectations regarding the quantity, quality, and versatility of the fish we saw! Wonderful BIG ones looking inviting to catch to eat, smaller and smallest ones in lush amounts, sizes, and colors. Fylkir was amazed – but not only him, but I also love snorkeling at the right spots! The coral life was moderate, but we need to have something to top next time…
 
Besides a guy on a SUP and a young lady climbing the rocks behind us, we had the spot for ourselves and we will fall asleep soon to the gentle lapping water on our beach – no more F…… surf!

by Freya at April 05, 2019 01:22 am

April 04, 2019

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.

Gsmmelåen åbnet!

Rygtet ville at Gammelåen var blevet åbnet efter en lang spærring med spunsvægge for at lægge en kloak. Det blev Peter, Dan og jeg eninge om at teste på vores onsdagsrotur.
Inden vi kom dertil, skulle vi lige ud ad kanalen, og der blev vi mødt af synet af en kæmpe gravemaskine der gravede slam op fra bunden af kanalen.
Vi slap forbi og kom ud på fjorden hvor en overraskende strid modvind gjorde at vi måtte lægge kræfter i for at komme fremad.
Efter det hårde arbejde nød vi roen foran Gavnø og smuttede lige en tur under broen inden vi lagde turen mod Gammelåen. Og snart nærmede vi os spunsspærringen.
Og ganske rigtig, der var hul igennem.
Det var der til gængæld næsten ikke ved tunnelen under ringvejen. En stor sivø havde lagt sig i hullet.
Vi kunne dog lige komme forbi, og kort efter gik vi i land efter en tur på små 10 km.

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at April 04, 2019 09:24 pm

Fjorden sammen med Dan

NKC havde søndag åbent hus i svømmehal, og det var der pæn interesse for. Dan var en af dem der "var gået i fælden". Han havde roet kajak i mange år, men alligevel skal nye medlemmer - der er frigivet  i klubber - lige vise at de stadig kan ro og ikke mindst redde sig selv og andre. Og det kunne Dan, så velkommen på vandet.
Undervejs på turen rundt på fjorden, spottede vi - og det var ikke særlig svært - denne limegrønne stol der lå i sivkanten. Vi bjærgede stolen og satte den af ved campingpladsen De hvide Svaner. Mon ikke de kan smide stolen væk på lidt mere miljørigtig måde?
Kort efter så vi denne båd - noget af et håndværkerprojekt - men den kunne vi have med, så den ligger der nok stadig.
Dan var glad for at ro i en af klubbens Greenlandere - og linierne af en grønlandsk inspireret kajak kan jo i den grad nydes i modlyset.
Og som sagt - egenredning var intet problem for dan. Som en sæl røg han op af vandet og fik balanceret sig ned i kajakken.

Det blev til 19 km

by Pouls kajakblog (noreply@blogger.com) at April 04, 2019 08:39 pm

SimonWillis.net
Wild swimming, cycling, sea kayaking, swimming and life in the Scottish Highlands

Lismore to Port Appin Charity Swim with Highland Openwater Swim

 It only happens occasionally, but sometimes I can feel a good photograph going into the camera.

I felt it Sunday when I took the shot alongside of a young swimmer, slightly apprehensive perhaps, before the charity swim I'd helped to organise.

We did the recce swim back in January so she knew it would be great.  Seventy people registered and - fortunately - only 48 turned up to swim.

I say fortunately because the wind was at the limit of what was safe.  It produced challenging sea conditions, especially for people more accustomed to swimming in pools.

Those who started early and maintained a good pace had few problems.  Those who messed about on shore (you know who you are) and/or swam a little slower were drifted by the wind and tide.

With wetsuits (mostly) and tow-floats no-one was at risk. However, our safety team had to collect a few who'd drifted down the coast.


Kayakers had advised off-course swimmers, "don't try to swim to Port Appin now, you can't fight the tide, just swim to the shore", but quite a few didn't listen.

Everyone returned safely and, to the best of my knowledge, everyone enjoyed the day.  We had fantastic support from the local communities of Lismore and Port Appin - the baking was outrageously good.  Our volunteer kayakers and boat drivers were even more essential than usual.

No-one gets paid from this (quite the opposite) and we raised a load of money, this year for the Brain Tumour Charity.  One of our safety team has his own fight with that condition right now.

Here's the video I shot, as well as doing the still images.

We have more swims to suit all abilities, right across the year.  Check the dates at our website HighlandOpenwaterSwim.com  Registration costs just £10 and entry by voluntary donation, you give what you can.


by Simon Willis (noreply@blogger.com) at April 04, 2019 06:42 pm

Quito, Ecuador. Thoughts for Visitors

As part of a superb swimming holiday in the Galapagos and mountain biking holiday that took in the high volcanoes and Amazon jungle, we stayed in Quito on three separate occasions.

Video and story of the mountain biking coming next week.

We learnt a few things which I thought it might be helpful to pass along to visitors.

The airport is about an hour's drive north-east of the city and a genuine taxi (they have people in arrivals) will cost $25-$30.

Bounded by the sides of a valley, Quito spreads 80km along a north-south corridor and looks massive, but in places it's only 4km wide and home to fewer than 3m people.  A metro is under construction to link the north with the south.



Quito sits at around 2800m so it's likely you'll feel the altitude.  A headache and shortness of breath is common.


The old town is a very busy place, swarming with tourist police and consequently fairly safe, although pickpockets operate everywhere.  Every visitor will want to go there, but if you're here for a few days, it might not be the ideal place to stay due to noise, expense and diesel fumes.


We stayed just south of the Old Town in Wantara Garden Suites.  These were excellent value.  We could save a little cash by preparing our own meals, and they allowed us to store a bag of mountain-bike kit while we were in the Galapagos.  While we could walk to the Old Town in 15 minutes, the housekeeper advised us the immediate area around the suites is not safe after dark.  There are no places to eat or drink in the immediate vicinity.  The one we liked best in the Old Town is Tianguez which has an excellent crafts shop alongside.

Walking back at dusk one night, the police stopped us, then gave us a ride back for our own safety - a blue-light taxi!  Also, a couple of Canadians who were staying there seven weeks had lost two backpacks, one snatched from a table during a meal, the other in a more harrowing incident.

Our preferred place to stay was in the La Floresta area of the city.  Casa Aliso is a lovely hotel with great staff and excellent breakfasts, the only downside being relatively thin walls between rooms.  If someone flushes a loo or takes a shower, you hear it.

Casa Aliso
 Walking around La Floresta felt safe after dark and there are loads of places to eat, including a couple of vegetarian and vegan restaurants.

Street art in La Floresta
Opening times seem a bit weird mind you.  Tandana behind Hotel Quito was our favourite, with great vegan food and a superb view.
View from Tandada Cafe
The other tourist area is the Mariscal centred on Plaza Foch.  It is all bars, restaurants and night clubs.  If you take a room here don't expect to sleep much.  Some folk stayed north of the big Carolina Park but we didn't venture into this business area.

Plaza Foch
Air B&B has transformed the accommodation market here as in many cities, and not always for the better.  Carefully check the reviews.

Taxis are everywhere and relatively cheap.  A couple of dollars for a ten minute ride.  Uber is in the city (and Uber eats) but on the one occasion we booked an Uber it failed to arrive on time, then switched to a second driver who was going to be 30min late, and cost me 50c to cancel.  Don't use Uber here.

The open-top bus tour was worth doing, if only for the drive to the Virgin de El Panecillo and the view over the city.  Traveling to the north end of the city was less fun, caught in Quito's traffic belching fumes.

The other tourist ride we took was the cable car to one of the surrounding hills.  You can stroll around the top for an hour, or with the correct kit, tackle a five-hour climb to the summit.


Initially I thought sightseeing from a gondola station would be a bit lame.  I was wrong.  It was exceptionally good and Liz got to swing over Quito at 4100m


by Simon Willis (noreply@blogger.com) at April 04, 2019 06:41 pm

Ecuador, 5-day Mountain Bike Tour with Biking Dutchman

I'd thoroughly recommend this trip, provided you understand what it truly is.  That's the point of writing this blog and making the videos.

Biking Dutchman had no editorial input and I made the videos for myself, not their business.  We paid full price and have received no benefit from the shoot.  OK, let's go.

We were in Ecuador for a week-long swimming holiday in the Galapagos Islands.  I wrote and made a video about that here.

After travelling all the way to South America from Scotland we didn't want to rush back, wanted to see some of Ecuador and felt we could spare an extra ten days.

We'd take a few of those days in Quito before and after the Galapagos, so we were looking to travel around for five days.  We bought the Lonely Planet, an excellent guidebook to the country.


Many of the 'must-see' places were in cities, and neither of us particularly enjoy the urban environment.  We are drawn to wilder places; the huge volcanoes, the Quechua Indian towns, the Amazon jungle.

Chimborazo
I stumbled online across the business called Biking Dutchman.  I thought riding a mountain bike down one of the volcanoes would be fun for a day or two.  But as I explored their site, I realised their multi-day tours visited many of the places we'd read about in the Lonely Planet.

"Cotopaxi is our bread and honey", explained Jan when we first met.  Day trips to the mountain from Quito are very popular and the mountain bike lets you experience it in a different way.

Starting point on Cotopaxi
A little cycling experience is handy but not essential, provided you take it gently.  It's much more than just battering down the jeep road.  Indeed, the day really got going for me when we ventured away from tracks and trails into Cotopaxi National Park itself.  There are other operators who offer similar trips, some with really fancy full suspension bikes, but that's not what's needed on this route.

Music in all videos: BenSound.com



Overnight was in one of the two refuges run by a local mountain guide.  It had the atmosphere of an Alpine Hut but with much better facilities.  There was a fascinating garden and a 'store' of guinea pigs?  "Do you name them", the guide was asked.  "Yes - Monday, Tuesday, etc.  They're dinner".

Monday, Tuesday...etc
Chimborazo feels quite different to Cotopaxi.  A much shorter initial descent, then the second part of the day spent on tarmac descending a fertile valley.  You'll see what I mean.


I plotted the places on a Google Map (see below) and quickly realised the distances involved.  If we were going to cover all this, we'd spend a long time in a vehicle as well as on a saddle.  OK, we thought, that'll be part of the adventure.  It was.

The 1 million kilometre truck
The vehicle was a Toyota Land Cruiser.  It was somewhat battered with an ill-fitting back door and side-facing bench seats in the rear.  The recently installed seat belts (to comply with new laws) were lap-straps.  I learnt that one of their three Land Cruisers has clocked up more than a million kilometres.  Nevertheless, propped against our luggage, and with just three passengers for most of the trip, we were comfortable.  This is an adventure...

In two days we travelled from the roof of the earth to the dense Amazon jungle, much of it on mountain bikes.


On a trip like this the guide is everything.  Their demeanour makes or breaks a trip, and we were fortunate to have the Biking Dutchman himself.  62 year old Jan travelled the world before he settled in Ecuador and married local woman Ana who runs the office.  Their old house is now their office a short taxi-ride north of Quito's Old Town while they live on the city outskirts.

Jan the Biking Dutchman
On the last day we biked to Jan and Ana's house before two of his employees drove us back to or hotel.


Useful info
The new bikes with 29" wheels are definitely worth the extra $100 on a multi-day tour, but less important if just doing the Cotopaxi descent.  Battered but still effective elbow and knee protection is provided (you might need to tie it on) as are helmets, but we were glad we'd taken our own.


The kit list recommended a waterproof jacket with hood, which is why I took my OMM top.  With hindsight, a regular hood-less cycling jacket would have been better if paired with a warm under-helmet cap.  When it rains here you're going to get soaked no matter what, so it's more about keeping warm when at altitude.  We had waterproof trousers which we didn't wear.


I took cycling shorts and wore 3/4 trekking pants on top, as bare legs would get too much high-altitude sun.  Liz took 3/4 cycling bottoms are were a better choice, leaving just her ankle exposed.

The bikes have flat pedals and walking boots were fine to ride in and jungle hike.  Strong shoes would also have worked but you'd be more likely to get small bits of volcanic ash down your ankle.

Accommodation was basic with no air conditioning, but clean and comfortable.

Jungle lodge
The Land Cruiser was almost always behind so you don't need to carry kit or repair stuff.  However, the bikes didn't have bottle cages, an oversight in my view which Jan is considering rectifying.  I wore a rucksack for most of the ride so I could easily reach for a water-bottle.  Plus I needed somewhere to carry my two cameras.


Everything else is in the videos, but if you have any questions you'd like to ask me, please leave a comment below.

by Simon Willis (noreply@blogger.com) at April 04, 2019 06:41 pm

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

Beachcombing at Dead Horse Bay

Back to Dead Horse Bay at Barren Island for a little virtual beachcombing tonight. If you watched the short documentary about this area I shared a few posts back, you know how all of this stuff got here - Barren Island had long been a place where the city sent its leavings for processing, and then when Robert Moses condemned neighborhood after neighborhood to make room for his highways and the residents couldn't afford to take all of their belongings, the things they left behind were brought here.

The bones of the dead horses that were brought here to be rendered are still here. Usually you just find little rings of sawed-up leg bones but my friend Shari found this large end of a femur. Her description was both science and a poem and made me think of the living horse in a way that seeing the bones never had before:

"The first thing I saw was part of a femur. The honeycomb of the inside of the bone, where the horse made lifeblood."

Then we wandered on, looking at the remnants of all those early 50's homes -

click on any photo for a better view 
A record
Shoes

A child's toy car. I had to play with it. Vroom vroom vroom!

(thank you Frank for the photo!)

A million zillion bottles -- some people call this Bottle Beach.
Bricks, and bits of floors,
Scooters
A cup with an art noveau pattern still showing through years of weathering. I don't bring a lot of stuff home from here, I have found a lot of bottles that I liked but the windowsill where I keep those is full up now, but this was interesting enough that I kept it. When I shared this photo on Facebook, friends who are Jewish told me that it might be a kiddush cup

Clubmate Ellie was finding doll parts - an arm and part of a scalp - and also half of a heart-shaped waffle iron similar to ones you can still buy today!  "Brunch is at my place!", she announced.

We couldn't figure out what these layered sheets were - possibly roof insulation.


Machinery, old lamps (oh heck, I didn't think to check for a genie) -- 

a toilet or two - 

And strangest of all - a car, a real one this time!

Or at least a fair percentage of a car. Just stuck there as though somebody had crashed it into the landfill back then.



The Andromeda is of a much more recent vintage. Anybody looking for a fixer-upper? Don't worry, person who signed the rudder, your secret is safe with me, I won't tell a soul, I promise. 


And that's just the tiniest sampling. Such a fascinating place, I'm glad we took the time that morning to visit.






by noreply@blogger.com (bonnie) at April 04, 2019 03:17 am

Freya Hoffmeister
Goddess of Love to the Seas

Wed 03/04-2019 Day 371

Pos: 23.0956,-109.5666
Loc: behind Punta Gorda
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 33,7 km
Start: 07:00 End: 14:40

I didn’t sleep much, chewing on the missed piece all night…
 
We launched into a dead calm morning, enjoying the sun finally from the seaside in the morning and letting us admire the coast. Admiring…the endless hotel buildings with partly interesting architecture. One after the other…where do all those people come from paying their stay here? It all looked like money and rich white people. Amazingly, all nice and clean sandy yellow beaches are very steep and pretty useless for the average person for swimming. The pool, if available, must do then…? Well, this water is warm, maybe 25 degrees…not too bad.
 
We passed two kayak fishermen and another four on their sit on tops. One just pulled out and killed a pretty large fish, great luck! All those guys are locals, selling probably their fish to good price straight to any hotels. But besides those, we saw only in one corner six fishing boats, and none of them out. The crafts out fishing were rather larger yachts with white guys fishing for pleasure. It is a different life here on this coast!
 
We did not spot any beach without a hotel, thank goodness we didn’t have to land. A wetland area before a small marina gave us steep choppy water, and marina Puerto Las Cabos looked inviting to land, but we were not due to land yet. But we soon regretted to not have done it, as the wind freshened up soon to solid 17-20 knots straight into the face. Yahoo, we haven’t had that for a long while! We pushed on, not willing to turn around…but we liked to land as soon as we saw an option. But there was none for about two hours, and we kept on pushing…speed was down to 3-4 km/h, but we made progress. The beach before Punta Gorda looked inviting from the distance, but coming closer, the wash up the beach was still too high and indicated a very steep coast. No good landing here, we have to go around the point.
 
I was aiming for the deepest bay in this wide curve, where the waves can run out the maximum and the beach did not look so steep on low tide. I was doing very right, this beach was protected from both sides with some rocky reefs, and the breaker was moderate and broke slightly offshore. I paddled in on good timing, landed fine and pulled up my kayak ok, it was not too steep. Fylkir made it also fine, I directed him just between some reef rocks where I could catch him.
 
The first thing we spotted on this beach were some signs “Private area”…but just at the beginning of the dunes, and we simply put our tent up just before. No one bothered us here, just a young couple walked by and asked curious questions. Nice I have an “answering machine” LOL! Thanks for the job, my man!

by Freya at April 04, 2019 02:27 am

Tue 02/04-2019 Day 370

Pos: 22.9446,-109.8081
Loc: Bahia Chileno
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 14,8 km
Start: 13:15 End: 16:05

We are so sick of this nasty surf here…it is not only nasty but violent, trashing and simply dangerous. And with 1,30 m to 1,50 m swell forecast, it looks like it is as good as it gets in this time of the year. But the wind and seas behind the barb wire fence of dangerous surf is calm-ish and lurking!
 
Yesterday evening, we were considering to tackle the last 150 km to Cabo San Lucas in an overnight paddle to save the landings and launching. But this night was so wet and humid again, different to last night where we woke with a dry tent, that we stopped fancying that idea. And although it was a clear sky with many stars, it was almost a new moon.
 
And – despite the swell forecast stayed the same for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday with 1,30 m, the surf went much more violent and higher this night and morning than when we arrived at this fisherman’s launching site yesterday at around 10ish. Yesterday, we were confident and it looked all day doable and rather easy to launch from here, but we didn’t go out as we felt it was too late for paddling a reasonable distance around the salt pan headland to find the slightly bit more east trending coast which to my idea might offer not as nasty landing. But who knows…
 
This morning, when I looked out of the tent in first light, the highest breakers were higher than the stuff we had on the other beach The only difference here is a bit wider soup zone up front. When it crashes down, it sounds like an explosion…
 
We decided to wait an hour, then another one but it did change only marginal to the better. The fishermen with their small motorboats went out with risk, reasonable timing plus engine power which resulted in still a bunch of vertical jumps. We don’t have engine power and quite some heavy kayaks. When I saw their style of lunching, my idea of getting launched with their help by tying the kayaks on top of the three or four benches dies also quite instantly as our kayaks would be severely damaged on a jump. I recall I have been launched and landed like that three or four times in South America, but I can’t remember dangerous jumps but rather running fast upfront the waves on landing or diagonal cutting through the rollers forming gaps on launchings. In any way, this option is also out of question, especially as we don’t know about the next landing and launching site. To our knowledge, there is no sheltered landing anywhere in the reach of a day paddle. Around Todo Santos, there might be marginal shelter once, then again nothing…
 
We decided mutually our options are not safe enough to continue on this section now. We would not only need low winds but seas under a meter and swell best from northwest plus no full or new moon…like a win in the lottery? I remember on my weeks paddling with Lisa, we had exactly that for many days. Maybe we are lucky before we will continue our trip from La Paz next year…It was a hard decision to make for me, as I really like my trip to have no gaps, but we are two people who need to feel happy and safe, and it was a mutual decision to not risk life and kayaks here anymore.
 
We could have asked now again the fishermen for help, as also Chipo, our driver to La Paz last time, was among them. But we thought we better walk up to our new friends John, June, Andrew, and Sheila in the two caravans at Punta Marquéz who gave us a lift yesterday. Maybe John might be able to drive us out to Cabo San Lucas??? This might be more entertaining as we are able to communicate, and John has also interesting stories to tell from his sailing times. It is a long way, but who is not asking doesn’t get an answer…and John was keen and able to help us! Thanks so much, John, and to June to let him go!
 
I rode back to our beach with Andrew on his quad bike, while Fylkir jumped to John in his car. We quickly packed and tied our kayaks like yesterday to John’s truck. Fylkir stayed on the back watching the kayaks and gear bags, and I had some interesting chat with John while driving.
 
We had to pass once more La Paz before we could turn into the highway via Todos Santos to Cabo San Lucas. I caught a few glimpses of the beach south of Todos Santos, and I felt it didn’t look all that bad…but my agreement with Fylkir was to skip this unprotected coast fully and to ride down to Cabo San Lucas. Well…
 
Arriving at Cabo, it was kind of a culture shock and like arriving at Disneyland. Hotels everywhere, people everywhere, money smell everywhere…we drove to the tiny beach beside the marine exit, unloaded quickly on a disabled parking lot, said goodbye and MANY THANKS with hugs to John, and packed as quickly as possible to be gone from this tourist trap as quickly as possible. This beach looked like it charged entrance fees, and a cleaning guy ran around after every cigarette butt. But we were gone before someone could complain.
 
Now we still liked to see the famous arch of Cabo San Lucas but had to queue up with about 50-70 floating devices of any kind, all packed with tourists. Glass bottom boats, submarines!!, “pirate” ships, sailboats, motor catamarans, and party boats and water taxis of all sizes dumping people on the beaches along the jutting out cape. No kayaks here, way too dangerous traffic…we quickly got our glance, but at low tide and quite lumpy water, I could not paddle through the arch. I paddled at least through the group of stunning rock formations, while Fylkir took pictures from outside.
 
Just out of here…and away from this circus…we crossed over the small bay and left the main city behind. Still, the whole coast is lined up with more hotels and up and down running yachts and boats of all sizes and kinds, with more or less drunken party folks on them playing mostly loud music. Will we find a beach to land and to put up our tent?
 
We found one, just behind a headland there was a deserted looking narrow sheltered beach between a solid resort wall and the mountain road under construction. A perfectly private beach for us!!! A pavilion was on it, and it had a buoy line for the swimming area, but no sign of nothing and no one. We guessed this beach was simply closed due to the road construction work above. We camped in the shady place below the cliffs, went swimming and felt happy!
 
Sure, just when we had changed, a guard from the next door resort came and asked if we would be members? No, sure not…but we politely introduced ourselves with my card and guard Jaime spoke good English to listen interestedly to our story. He asked if I’d be famous? Sure…LOL! He allowed us to stay one night, but he also said beaches in Mexico are free to land and to use within a zone of 30 m to the water. If we would not walk up to the resort, we would be ok to stay. Thanks!
 
Half an hour later, we got another visit from three other guards from the resort, who tried to tell us he was from the government and could not allow us to stay under the road under construction…to dangerous…as there was no sign of falling rocks where we had our tent, we didn’t really believe him but suggested we just move the tent a few meters to the middle of the beach? No, he wanted us to move completely away…what??? The guard Jaime would be new and did not inform us correctly…aha…we told them it would be a lot of effort to move our camp now, and what for? One of those guys asked also if I’d be “famous”…sure! I think they were just after a signature card each, and I pulled them out, signed them and suddenly they came to the conclusion it would be ok for us to stay until tomorrow…aha…thanks for the disturbance and enjoy your “valuable” signature cards, maybe you can sell them on eBay for a good price…LOL!
 
Being online with fast 4G all evening, I checked weather and google maps again and again and came to the conclusion we could have made the paddle to Cabo if we would have dared to go out this morning and might have reached the salt pan corner in about 60 km…if…if none of us would have been trashed again…the beaches below the salt pan corner did not look black anymore with a nasty breaker in a far distance, but yellow and steep with probably a breaker close to the beach which should be easier to handle. But who knows without having been there…I still had to chew on this mutual decision and can only blame myself for having made it…but there will be another chance next year! For now, we will paddle up to La Paz and fly out on April 15th.

by Freya at April 04, 2019 01:20 am