tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180862842024-03-13T14:52:38.025-04:00Canadian CkayakerPaddle for the joy of it!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.comBlogger872125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-69179167322475148492015-09-21T20:31:00.002-04:002015-09-21T20:31:46.641-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few miles upstream from Arnprior, the Ottawa River flows over a dam and then divides and redivides into a number of smaller channels. This section of the river offers many paddling possibilities depending on the current and the time of year. I had been there once before, but this spring, the water was much higher, the currents faster and consequently we were unable to paddle many of the same areas as we were able to the year before. That is, we would have been able to, but the return journey upstream would not have been much fun given we had not arranged a shuttle or anything.<br />
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So, this meant we went exploring into the drowned forests in bays along the river's edges. Lower water in other years had closed off these areas, so it was all new to us. What had been blocked channels were now open and new islands had appeared. Some gentle rips of previous years were now boiling white water rapids!<br />
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In the top photo we came across an Osprey setting up its nest for the season. In the lower photo, taken in one of the drowned forests, dozens of turtles were sunning themselves in the first warm days of spring.<br />
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It was a good time to be on the river. Hardly anyone else was there and we were able to enjoy four glorious warm days and crisp evenings. Of course, we had a bonfire!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-76829941957544956772014-07-26T21:09:00.002-04:002014-07-26T21:10:34.907-04:00Visiting Old Haunts and New Arrivals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Got out on the lake today after a long absence. It was good to check out the old haunts, nooks and crannies which I've been to so many times over the years. Checked Black Point and replaced the geocache I have hidden there. The tree root it was attached to ended up underwater when the tree tumbled into the lake during the spring.</div>
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Heading across the lake and then down north and over again to Hovey Manor, I paddled up the Glen Villa brook. All was in order including a family of Mallard ducks getting some training in boat avoidance by their mother. The old log off the point is still in place. It has been their since the Glen Villa hotel in the early 1900's, still looking for a shear-pin to break should a prop get too close. It's deeper in the water these days, but still there to catch the unsuspecting...<br />
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I also came across this Bonapart Gull on the lake. Not a common visitor, but not unknown either. Always good to see the lake being shared by those from far away.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-46908319790210515192013-10-15T13:33:00.001-04:002013-10-15T14:47:03.979-04:00Paddle Care<br />
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If you use a wooden Greenland style paddle, made either by yourself or someone else, do it a big favour and give it some care every now and then. What that means is giving it a light body rub with some fine sandpaper. Check its tips for cuticle repair. Again you can use sandpaper for this task. When you're done, do a final rub down with a cloth. <br />
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The next step is to apply body oil. In most cases this means tung oil. Some people have a favourite brand, but in my case I use whatever the local store carries. I use a cloth to liberally slop the oil on and rub it in a bit. The paddles then get to rest while the oil soaks in and dries. If it's been a while since you last did this, consider repeating the last few steps. Your paddle will love you for it!<br />
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There's a sweet spot on the Ottawa River west of the city of Ottawa. It's a spot above Arnprior where the river narrows and divides into several channels and bays. The current and the wildlife conspire to make for some very pleasant paddling.<br />
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While there recently, even the weekend didn't produce many boaters. Mostly it was a few fishers and some locals heading out to some quiet spot, perhaps to a sandy beach or a quiet bay to spend the day. Geese were gathering and trying out their wings for the coming journey south. A baby black bear frolicked in the woods along the shore and then tried it's swimming skills in a current rip between two islands. A brilliant red flower in a secluded bay turned out to be a Cardinal Flower, poisonous it turns out from root to flower. Pretty all the same.<br />
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Sadly we had no money for refreshments in Portage, but the barman was kind. Cokes were on the house, but we declined his offer. It wasn't easy to finally head back to camp at the end of the day. Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-71970445773449410022013-06-10T20:18:00.002-04:002013-06-10T20:18:35.477-04:00Lake Groton, Vermont<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had the chance today of paddling with a relatively new paddling group. It's called 'Sea Kayak Vermont!' and is slowly gaining more members as it becomes more well known. It's a low key, highly enthusiastic group of paddling folks who like to get out and explore some of the bigger and smaller lakes in Vermont. Today we had a look at Lake Groton located in the State Forest of the same name. We put in at Boulder Beach on the eastern shore, but there's also public access on the west side of the lake as well.<br />
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While it's definitely cottage country for large parts of the shore, there are some wilder sections, especially at the south end. There's a long stretch of shoreline cordoned off to allow the local loons to nest in seclusion. As if in return, they can be found everywhere on the lake often letting paddlers come up quite close to them, which is a rare treat on most lakes.<br />
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Just west of the dam at the south end is a little boulder strewn creek leading into a boggy area built by some beavers. Their dam is only about 10 inches high at the moment, but it has allowed a whole new area of marsh to exist behind it. They graciously constructed a turn-around pond just below the dam for us to retreat back out onto the main lake without having to back all the way out.<br />
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I'm looking forward to exploring more of Vermont's lakes in the coming months!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-46030407799045310252013-06-05T11:28:00.004-04:002013-06-05T11:28:43.422-04:00Sandbanks Provincial Park, Ontario<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the recent holiday weekend some friends and I went to Sandbanks Provincial Park for a little paddle. Hoping for some serious surf action, I took along my paddling helmet. Well, it was dead calm, but at least warm and sunny. We paddled along the park beach, but the more interesting paddle turned out to the the little stream which connects East Lake to Lake Ontario.<br />
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The park end of the stream is full of wildlife including birds and turtles. I have paddled up to basking turtles many times, bu this was the first time one allowed me this close before sliding into the water. I got so close to the fellow in the photo that it allowed me give it a little pat on the back. It then grudgingly slid off the log and went into the water. I guess it wasn't happy with me ruining it's afternoon nap...</div>
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When we got down to the outlet of the stream, we suddenly ran out of water. The stream disappeared into the shoreline sandbar forcing us to exercise our portaging skills for a few meters. It appears the previous days of wave action had Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-19556722337602714992013-06-05T11:28:00.000-04:002013-06-09T12:28:14.395-04:00Kayak Summer Warm-up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everywhere you look, paddlers are getting ready for another summer of paddling! Some are thinking about getting out evenings after work, some look forward to day paddles on the weekend and others are planning longer multi-day trips into the back-country.</div>
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No matter what your plans are, good paddlers are looking at their boats, their equipment and their skill levels. All need to be reviewed, checked and prepared to get the most out of the paddling days ahead.</div>
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To get ready, I went to <a href="http://www.ontarioseakayakcentre.com/paddlepalooza-kayak-festival.html" target="_blank">Ontario Sea Kayak Center's</a> Kayakpalooza last weekend. The event was the perfect way to warm-up and prepare by getting out on the water with some instructors who put us through a series of exercises to practice the safety aspects and the various other skills which together help us get the most out of the coming summer. Not only was the instruction well done, the chance to get together with a large group of like minded kayakers was a great kick-off to the season.</div>
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Happy, safe paddling everyone!</div>
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-43605889723048360992013-04-25T22:12:00.000-04:002013-04-25T22:12:20.419-04:00Paddling in Arizona<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When many paddlers think of Arizona as a paddling destination, the only river that readily comes to mind is the mighty Colorado, yet there are other places which offer much. One such river is the Salt River Canyon below the Roosevelt Lake reservoir. This river is a popular destination for weekenders in the Phoenix area looking for something wet and cool on their time off. While I didn't paddle the river, I did check it out and will return some day to sample its offerings.<br />
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The upper parts nearest the dam feature smooth water between rounded hills of assorted desert plants and terrain (see the top photo). There are sandy beaches on which to camp and plenty of cliffs and so on to delight almost any paddler.<br />
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Now here's the thing. Getting to the dam can be a challenge. The 30 mile road into the mountains is un-paved and mostly single track. On a good day it's only mildly rutted and wash-boarded. On a bad day, I recommend stopping in Tortilla Flats, the end of the pavement and enjoying something cold at the bar. You won't be sorry you did. The place is really something else...<br />
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If you make it to the put-in, you'll really enjoy the paddle. As the river drops, the hills rise, in places dramatically with vertical cliff faces towering high above the water. The other good news is, as far as I know, there's no need to book ahead, no camping fees and none of the crowded conditions one faces on the Colorado. I can't wait...!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-17558558460876960382013-01-29T21:02:00.002-05:002013-01-29T21:02:31.615-05:00Voyage to the Pingualuit Crater<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have a look at the red line on the map above and imagine a fabulous canoe trip stretching across the wilderness of northern Quebec, Canada. While playing on Google Earth the other day I came across a series of photographs and realized that a group of adventurers must have made this trip in the past few years. Their goals were twofold, at the very least. First they appear to have wanted to cross the Ungava Peninsula as the area is called, and second, they wanted to do it on their own power. Lastly, they wanted to visit the large impact crater known as Pingualuit Crater. The photos reveal they succeeded! As it turns out, once leaving the Payne River, their starting point on the east coast, their route followed the Vachon River nearly to the Pingualuit area. After their visit, they found the Puvirnituq River and followed its wandering route to the village on the west coast of the same name.<br />
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I invite you to open Google Earth, check to see that 'photos' is enabled and then follow their path beginning in the east and then from photo to photo to see what a marvelous trip it must have been. My red line is an approximation of the route taken, but once you've begun following the photos up the Vachon River, you'll easily find the remaining photos which lead you the rest of the way. Follow their route, look at all the photos! You won't be disappointed! <br />
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The ckayaker staff is back at work after a healthy holiday break. While there isn't a lot to report on the kayaking front given the almost total lack of open water at this time of year, there are some things of interest nonetheless. Here's an example...<br />
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In the photo above you'll notice a couple of Evening Grosbeaks. Not so many years ago, these birds were a common winter sight along roadsides and at household feeders around where I live. They would appear in flocks of twenty or more, males and females together and provide a dash of colour on the winter snow. Then a few years ago, they all but disappeared. Some years none were seen. Other years you might see two or three flit by and disappear almost as quickly as they had come.<br />
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This winter they're back. Not in the numbers of years gone by, but today, for example, there were perhaps a dozen or so in the trees around the feeder. They came and went all morning as they have done several times in late December and early January. Does it mean they've given up their wandering and returned for good?<br />
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Sadly, no. We've just got lucky. Over all their numbers are far fewer today than in the past. I've heard a variety of suggestions about why this is so, but I don't think the definitive answer is in. Whatever the reason, it doesn't paint a healthy picture. The environment is changing and squeezing these lovely birds into a hard place where their existence is threatened. I wish it wasn't so.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-84173070554646758342012-12-23T15:52:00.001-05:002013-01-14T21:57:01.174-05:00<i>As I do each year, the office of 'Canadian Ckayaker' is closed for the Holiday. The staff have been sent home to be with their families, the fires turned down, the lights dimmed for the Season, and I've got a story for you.</i><br />
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<i>We'll all be back in the New Year with more paddling stories from here and there. Best Wishes, Everyone!</i><br />
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Many years ago along the shores of Hudson's Bay people were accustomed now and then to seeing some strange things when they were out on the land hunting. This story is about one of those times. It happened not too many years after the traders first came to live among the Inuit and brought many of their strange ways to the people who lived in this region.<br />
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Men would usually hunt in groups of at least two and so it was on this occasion. Two close friends went walking along the coast looking for a way out onto the new sea ice where they might catch some seals. It was not many days away from Christmas, the winter celebration at the trader’s place. Both men were looking forward to being at the traders again this year. Last year, the first year they had gone to the post, they got several presents and both were hoping to get a gun this year, although both knew it wasn’t going to happen. To get a gun they would have to have things to trade and neither had much to offer the trader.<br />
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Coming to a long point of land leading out into the sea, they noticed that the bay formed in its leeward side had frozen over nearly completely. Using their harpoons to tap on the new ice as they walked, they cautiously headed out towards the open water. About half way out, they heard a moaning sound coming from the land along the point. At first they assumed it was just the sea ice moving in the tide that had caused the sounds, but the more it continued, the more human it sounded. Breaking off from their hunt, they turned towards the sound and went to see what it was.<br />
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Nearing the land, they could see something alive, trying to flop along the ice. Neither could tell what it was, but the closer they got, the more odd it seemed. Finally reaching within a few meters of the creature, they saw it was human in form from the waist up and fish-like below. It’s long hair was once black and shiny, but its struggles on the sea ice had filled it with snow and ice crystals now all tangled and twisted about its upper body. The lower fish body on the other gleamed and sparkled in the sunlight as it flapped and spun around.<br />
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Both men were terrified and began to back away having never seen or heard of such a creature before. Suddenly the moaning stopped and the creature turned and faced the men. “Don’t leave me!” it cried. “Help me back to the sea! I will reward you if you help me...”<br />
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The men looked at each other, amazed that the fish creature could speak. “How can we help you. We’re afraid of you.” The fish creature spoke again, telling them that she was afraid of them as well. They mustn't touch her. She told then to go find a piece of driftwood and to use that to push her to the floe edge. If they did so, she would reward them with whatever they wanted.<br />
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The men began looking along the shore for something to push the creature over the ice towards the open water. As they searched, one said, “I’m going to ask for a gun!” The other man laughed. “That’s crazy talk, but you know what? I’ll ask her for a sewing machine like the trader’s wife has. My wife really wants one.” Both men continued walking about the beach laughing to themselves about their choices. At the least, we’ll have a good story to tell the others at the Christmas party they agreed.<br />
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Once a strong enough piece of wood had been found, the two men returned to the fish creature and set to work pushing her towards the water. She was heavier than they realized and the work took them some time. Finally with a big plop, the creature slipped over the ice edge and fell into the water. Turning to the two hunters, the creature asked what the hunters wanted as gifts for saving her. “A gun”, said one. “A sewing machine”, said the other. “I’ll bring you something for your children as well. You have saved my life! Come here tomorrow and I will give you your gifts.” With that the creature dove below the sea and was gone.<br />
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The men decided to return home as the light had already turned to dusk and finding seals was no longer possible in the growing darkness. On the way home, both talked about the strange experience and wondered whether it would be wise to mention what had happened to their families. Perhaps not, they agreed.<br />
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The next day was Christmas. The Inuit from all around gathered at the trader’s place and waited for their gifts. As had happened the previous year, there was hot chocolate, some candies and little bells for the children. Afterwards there was a dance with accordion music played by the new trader’s assistant. No one got a gun that year. The two men didn’t mention finding the sea creature.<br />
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It had been disappointing, but what did they expect? The next day, both men met as usual and headed out to the flow edge to again hunt for seals. As they neared the bay ice they had been on the day before Christmas, they could see something dark basking on the ice. They headed towards it hoping a large bearded seal might have chosen to haul out, but the closer they got, the more confused they became. Lying on the ice some distance in from the gradually freezing ice was a gun, a sewing machine and a gramophone.<br />
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<i>Merry Christmas Everyone!</i>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-50114106871347463672012-11-03T23:11:00.001-04:002012-11-03T23:14:08.242-04:00Crow Lake, Ontario<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Taking advantage of a few warm days before the arrival of the mega-storm Sandy coming in off the Atlantic last week, I went paddling in Ontario for a few days. The trip out on Crow Lake was interesting as the winds were beginning to be felt although the clouds and their rain still held back for another day.<br />
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I launched at the east end of the lake and headed out into the waves. I actually enjoy paddling to windward and so tried to adjust my strokes to the wave interval to take advantage of whatever down-slope they could offer. In fact, there wasn't much this time around as the waves were newly formed and not really large enough for me to gain much advantage. It takes more fetch and sustained winds that the lake offered.<br />
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I landed on a small island about half way down the lake knowing that there was a geocache hidden on it somewhere. I didn't have its coordinates, but knew it was located near a "circle of stones, not far from a picnic table". That was all I needed to get me going on a search. It didn't take long before the picnic table and the circle of stones was found and then a short search revealed the hidden container with it's log book and the selection of trinkets common to many geocaches. There was nothing in it to write with and I didn't have a pen with me, so I took some photos instead, one of them seen above. The cache owner will know I was there.<br />
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I decided rather than continue to the end of the lake, it was time to head back, so I circled the island and let the wind blow me back to the car. By this time there were streams of wind-drift bubbles to follow and small waves to try surfing on. A gaggle of Black Scoters calmly swam out of my way. I guess they also like a windy day on the water. They are not common where I live so it was a treat to see them.<br />
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The landing beach appeared in no time and I was soon in the car heading home from another fun few hours on the water.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-55929873154336319912012-10-25T10:58:00.001-04:002012-10-25T10:58:30.486-04:00Long Lake, Ontario<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115851937221111592350/CanadianCkayaker?authkey=Gv1sRgCKb1o4OK5dXfbg#5803261366949547106'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6QrVfpgtfhM/UIlTd1vGjGI/AAAAAAAADu4/jxpGpovlPp8/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />There must be millions of 'long lakes' out there and this one near Sharbot Lake, Ontario is another one. Given it's about 6 kms long it probably falls into the 'little' long lake category, but nonetheless it made for a cheery paddle on an otherwise dull, overcast and chilly day. <br /><br />There is a great launch area right off the main road although there are signs posting No Parking which naturally I failed to see until exiting at the end of the day. I have no idea where one is supposed to park. Surely not on the road above...<br /><br />The lake is dark and clear at this time of year. Not a soul to be seen other than a few workmen cutting trees or closing in houses for the winter. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115851937221111592350/CanadianCkayaker?authkey=Gv1sRgCKb1o4OK5dXfbg#5803261433805202338'><img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8Mrmba01CfU/UIlThuyu46I/AAAAAAAADvA/uLcz6SPTL5M/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I paddled to the far end and got out on a lovely granite outcrop amid tall pines. The perfect lunch spot. All was quiet, no birds, no bugs not even a squirrel.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115851937221111592350/CanadianCkayaker?authkey=Gv1sRgCKb1o4OK5dXfbg#5803261491639308002'><img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-r4CF31hnLCM/UIlTlGPdTuI/AAAAAAAADvI/Vd2VXD6w_iY/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />I returned following the opposite shore. Once again a mix of closed cottages and wilderness. The only other visitor on the lake was a distant loon. It was a pleasant day on the water for both of us. <br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPod Touch<br />Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-4715993422956482602012-10-13T18:11:00.000-04:002012-10-13T18:11:32.699-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mene or Minik was a seven year old Greenlander when arctic explorer Robert Peary brought him and five other Inuit to the United States in 1897. None of the group realised why Peary had brought them to America, but on arrival it was clear they were part of an exhibition of things Greenlandic. In a short period of time, Minik's father and the other adult Greenlanders fell ill with tuberculosis and died before they were able to return to their homes in northern Greenland. Minik was adopted, in a fashion, by Wallace, one of the curators at the American Museum of Natural History. He eventually returned home to Greenland, but by this time he had forgotten much of his language and was unable to hunt to survive. He was forced to return to the United States where he worked in several jobs. He ended up working in a lumber camp in northern New Hampshire where he died along with many others from an influenza outbreak in 1918.<br />
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In 1993, the bones of Minik's father and the other adults were taken out of storage at the Museum finally returned to Qaanaaq in northern Greenland where they were properly buried. Only Minik remained in the United States. As the photos tell, he is buried in a beautiful setting among the hills in the Tabor Cemetary just south of Pittsburg, New Hampshire. I was happy to see that I was not alone visiting his grave. Someone has placed a small carving, a seashell and a bead necklace on his grave marker. He may be a long way from his home, but happily, he is not forgotten. Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-63293212907500927262012-10-12T18:21:00.001-04:002012-10-12T18:21:33.864-04:00Camping Arrangements<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/115851937221111592350/CanadianCkayaker?authkey=Gv1sRgCKb1o4OK5dXfbg#5798551556329898802'><img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WEAfvUaVe5c/UHiX6x7VAzI/AAAAAAAADuQ/bqmHLKbK5Ng/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />When out paddling on an over-nighter, finding that perfect campsite is all important and often leads to extending one's paddle further than expected. Once the site has been chosen then it's a matter of setting up your accommodations and getting some good prepared. <br /><br />One modification I've been using recently is the 'bivi-sac' seen in the photo above. It stores nicely up in the bow of the kayak even with my sleeping bag and air-mattress inside. Setting up is a simple matter of pulling it out and rolling it out. A few puffs of air in the mattress and I'm ready to start cooking. Quick and easy!<br /><br />If it looks like rain overnight I set a light rain fly over the entrance using my paddles if no trees are handy. So far I've stayed warm and dry. In fact, with so little inside space to warm up, I've found the bivi warmer than my tent, especially as we get into the cooler fall weather!<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPod Touch<br />Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-83024958435983356792012-08-26T11:19:00.002-04:002012-08-26T11:19:35.450-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lake Memphremagog is an international lake straddling the Canada/USA border between Quebec and Vermont. A small part of the lake just north of the border is part of the <a href="http://www.northernforestcanoetrail.org/">Northern Forest Canoe Trail</a>. This interesting water path makes its way from the central Adirondacks in New York state all the way to the New Brunswick border in northern Maine following a series of lakes and rivers. Visit their site to see the exact route and other details.<br />
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In the photo above, one can almost see where the trail enters Lake Memphremagog on the western shore near the center of the shot. From there one paddles southward to the border. <br />
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This photo was taken at the Canadian border check-in wharf. Paddlers working their way south need not stop at this point and will clear American customs at the town of Newport at the head of the lake. However those entering Canada must stop and call in their information.<br />
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We thought we would try the system, but found it not very well suited to paddlers! The phone at the end of the red suspension system was out of reach. Only by waiting for a wave high enough to pass under our hulls were we able to grab the handset cord and pull. Not the best of methods and sure to eventually wreck the phone. Once we made the call, all we heard was static and various ringing sounds, but no one answered...<br />
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We paddled on and enjoyed exploring the trail. Highly recommended!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-78759308040469137142012-08-23T09:31:00.000-04:002012-08-23T09:31:34.086-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I recently made a day paddle on Eagle Lake near the town of Sharbot Lake, Ontario. This whole area is riddled with small lakes, many of them interconnected. If one wished, it's possible to paddle from one to another and camp on 'crown land', places which are still in the public domain and available to all. The photo above is one such parcel of land and was actually a designated camp site at some point in the past complete with a 'human waste management device' locally known as a 'thunderbox'.<br />
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While the lovely campsite still remains, the 'device' has sadly rotted away. It's a pity as the lake made for a delightful paddling venue complete with intriguing bays and mysterious islands. While it's cottage country, we found the natives friendly and twice we were asked in for a coffee!<br />
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There are two geocaches within easy reach for paddlers so inclined to look for. What's not to like on Eagle Lake?<br />
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While visiting Gloucester, MA recently I was treated to how varied even a simple kayak outing can be. I visited Milk Island, a bird rookery. It's really more of a pebble and small stone bar reaching perhaps an elevation of 25 meters or so. It's clear that storms frequently rearrange the place on a regular basis. Even the highest parts of the island had mangled lobster traps strewn about. Vegetation was minimal at best.<br />
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Along the way, following the shore, I passed several sandy beaches, some over a mile in length. Other nearby beaches were composed of small pebbles. Why they didn't share the same sand as adjacent beaches was a mystery to me. Between the beaches were rocky outcrops which you can see in the photos above and below (Both taken by Katherine Richmond).<br />
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The photo below is Good Harbor Beach, a favourite sandy stretch perfect for families wishing the spend the day at the beach doing all the normal things families do at the beach. I was happy to try my beginner surf skills once again in the mild surf, something I don't ever get to do in my home waters...<br />
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I love paddling out of Gloucester, Massachusetts. There is the working harbour with all it's fishing boats, old time schooners and fancy yachts. There are tidal marshes and gushing channels where the tide streams in and out. There are glorious sandy beaches where you can work on your surf launches and landings. There are sea cliffs where waves have been known to knock down houses perched high above the water.<br />
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A few days ago, I tried something else just out of Gloucester. I paddled a nearly calm sea out to Milk Island to see the birds. I had a lunch, admired the lighthouses on another island and then paddled back. It was a wonderful day on the water in a wonderful town of the east coast. For dinner that evening I visited a retired lobsterman and his family, who regaled us with past stories. We then chose seven frisky ones from his homeside tank to take home for supper. Delicious!<br />
Thank you, Gloucester!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-26477081073146149602012-07-22T15:20:00.000-04:002012-07-24T11:58:01.091-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recently paddled out to Gordon Island in Ontario's 1000 Island Park with some friends. The island has until recently been off limits due to an infestation of insects which hollowed out the numerous large oak trees on the island leaving them in danger of suddenly falling on visitors. The trees were mostly cut down and burned and then the island left to regenerate. The winds were up on the crossing making the paddle rather interesting...<br />
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Recently the island has been opened to visitors again, docks for power-boaters put in and a new composting toilet installed. At first glance it all seemed quite fancy, especially when one came across relics like the 1907 gazebo above while walking the trail around the island. One got the impression that no expense was spared back then when it came to the care and comfort of water travelers.<br />
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Much has changed however. While the island was clean, the campsites were in need of attention. With the near total defunding of Canada's national park system, I fear Gordon Island and many others will be open to vandals and others with little better to do than ruin our beautiful parks.<br />
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Another sad feature much in evidence was the effects of the long drought in the area. Grass was beginning to turn brown here and there and many plants were limp and drooping over. Hopefully rain fell after we left this gorgeous area...Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-57696985063941515752012-06-03T10:22:00.001-04:002012-06-03T10:26:47.803-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As many are now aware, Canada has become the victim of election fraud. An illegitimate government now sits in Ottawa. If this wasn't tragic enough, this government is now proceeding to undo years of careful nation building, environmental protection and the creation of a caring society. Many Canadians are now working hard to return to the Canada we all love and want to return to.Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-11596746889807018042012-05-30T20:36:00.002-04:002012-06-02T23:06:23.503-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today marked the first day since installing the new larger rudder on the Hobie Rev 11 that I got out with all three methods of propulsion installed and ready to go. I left the dock under peddle power, then once out in the fairway, the sail took over. When the wind died or slackened too much for my liking, I peddled in the desired direction until the wind took over again.<br />
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This went on for the remainder of my two hour outing. Very pleasant way to pass the time and get a bit of exercise as well. The wind got rather gusty towards the end of the day and several times I had to sharply round up into the wind to avoid spilling into the water. I suspect she doesn't roll all that well with the sail up...! The new rudder provides that extra control needed to avoid sudden swims, which I don't really need as the water is still chilly in places.<br />
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I didn't use the paddle at all in the end. It was more of a security backup than a means of propulsion today. Besides, I have 'real' kayaks for paddling. Which reminds me I'd better get back into them before I lose my skills! But this Hobie is just too much fun...Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-53308393256996820692012-05-17T13:51:00.000-04:002012-05-17T13:51:12.261-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I took the Hobie Revolution 11 out for a spin on my local lake yesterday with the hopes of sailing her now that I have the optional larger rudder. The original equipment rudder is too small to prevent the kayak from rounding into the wind each time a puff of wind hits the sail. Downwind, control pretty much disappears and she tends to broach risking a knock-down. Not pleasant...!<br />
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There was lots of wind on the lake yesterday, but I decided it was more than I needed and far too gusty to experiment properly. So as the above photo reveals, I went for a peddle! This is the kayak's strong point. She responds well and moves eagerly through the water, even facing the wind. As well the peddle action is comfortable and leaves the hands free to film, sip water, eat lunch, whatever.<br />
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Going downwind, I was hoping she would surf the waves, but try as I might it was difficult to grab a crest and ride. She just isn't fast enough, although it's also likely the fin drive provides too much underwater drag. I'll have to try it next time with the fins removed and the hole plug installed.<br />
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Finally, I used my Greenland style paddle yesterday instead of the Hobie one. I'm much more accustomed to the Greenland stick and found it much easier paddling. Oddly, the Hobie paddle felt 'sticky' in the water, especially when releasing it. Strange feeling, but true. Other's will probably not have the same experience.<br />
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I'm still waiting to try the sail rig. Hopefully the winds will be in my favour soon!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-80198736475283410562012-05-09T09:28:00.000-04:002012-05-09T09:28:21.723-04:00Capt Nemo's Residence...Paddling the inner harbour of Cape May produced a surprise the other day. The high winds and extreme tidal currents in the area kept me off the open water for the day, so harbour exploration became the route of the day. Passing the lines of docked yachts and their adjoining condos, I suddenly found this surprise...<br />
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Surely an innovative house like this one, nearly all of glass panels some opaque, some not, with large doors permitting the entrance of one's submarine, a wind-mill for self-sufficiency and a cheeky little yellow submarine hanging in plain view from the rafters, has to belong to Capt Nemo or his alter ego!<br />
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Not all kayaking thrills are found in the tide rips!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086284.post-53850511135498665392012-04-24T20:29:00.000-04:002012-04-24T20:29:57.177-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On a recent paddling trip to southern climes, I was again reminded of how birds can make our paddling outings more varied and interesting, just by their very presence. In the above shot, an Osprey enjoys a recently caught fish all the while keep an eye on me as I paddle past.
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This Brown Pelican seemed to have other things on its mind than me paddling by. Was it an itch, a parasite, or just a feather or two out of place?
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While taking a little break from paddling I came across this Great Blue heron strolling along in the surf looking for something to eat. The bird was totally unconcerned that people were sharing its beach. Instead, it gamely walked along, pausing now and then when a food item could be seen rolling in the surf.
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So, watch the birds as you paddle. They have lots to say!Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10632365495050691161noreply@blogger.com0