[Moderator's Note: Content unaltered. Excessive quoting (i.e. headers/footers/sig lines/extraneous text from previous posts, etc.) have been removed. Please edit quoted material in addition to removing header/trailers when replying to posts.] Ok, Doug after I got over my jealousy of you for being able to do all those cool trips :-), I began think about what you said. If you are referring to the addrinaline rush inherent to a first time paddle, especially if the paddle is to be done at a place that sounds as forboding as some of those places, I suppose you are right. But, at least on one level, I have to disagree. I'm just a poor paddler who, basically because of finances, is restricted to the south east coast. Every Year, I take a group people from my Church (mostly Furman University Students, and mostly beginners) to Capers Island, SC for a weekend paddle. I am not yet a certified guide, so I tend to err on the cautious side when I do these trips. Even though The release form I make them sign basically says that they are commiting suicide if they paddle with me and I can not be held responsible, Deep down inside, somewhere in the vast crevices of my dark heart, I would really rather they all get back alive, so I get nervous when the wind is blowing just a little to strongly, especially if its not in just the right direction. I always take the same route, yet still take my gps, and set up an alternate route, just in case. I spend more time worrying about my group when one of those barges pass us by in the ICW then I do enjoying a good wake, and you wouldn't believe how close have I come to cursing God when the stern wave is just a little too high (which doesn't have to be very high at all). I say all that to say that those trips, I hope, are well beneath my skill level, and you'd think, very routine. But every year has been very different in many ways. I've never encountered the same paddling conditions, weather conditions, or even the same challenges related to having 5-10 beginner paddlers along. I have to tell you I wouldn't trade that routine trip for the world. Mystery still hasn't left our little two night stays on a remote island (actually its not so remote, its only about 10 miles from Charleston) that you can paddle to in as little as an hour if you take the most direct route. Thx, Rich By the way, I have to say, the closest I ever came to real trouble while on that trip was this last time we went - the, time, I would like to think, that I had the most skill of all the trips. We'd been paddleing all weekend and I was finally starting to relax. The Beginners seemed to be doing quite well in the fairly strong stern wind that was whipping whipping up some pretty good waves from the rear, and hey, it was help us cut a two and half hour paddle in half. So, I started trying to take some pics. Then one of those barges I was talking about decided to pass us. I was so concentrating on keeping my camera still, that I didn't hear my sweep warning me, or the boat (and those boats are loud. . . most have been my A.D.D. :-) ) Anyway, here comes the wake, right across the beam of course, and, without my paddle in my hand, over I go. By the time I got the camera stowed, and my paddle in position, I was almost too out of breath to do a roll (no, I'm not skilled enough to do a hand roll yet). I should have just bailed because my sweep panicked and decided to try to get to me to do a T-rescue even though I wasn't signaling that I needed one, and my head hit his boat, as I was trying to make it up. By the time I did bail, I think I must have been blue because everybody in the group looked like they'd seen a ghost when I popped out of the water. Oh well, All's well that ends well I guess. It was great time to show assisted rescue techniques to a bunch newbies :-) dalloyd_at_telus.net wrote: >Why does it always seem so different when a paddler revisits a coastline a >year or years later? Sure, there's a different rocky berm at previous >landings possibly, or different patterns of beach dispersal and weather, >etc, but the second time back always seems less mysterious, smaller, less >hazardous and less invigorating. > >The first time I went to north Brooks, it was so intimidating and >otherworldly. Now I just kick my feet up, read a book, mentally go over the >hazards in a orderly fashion, and yawn. > >The first time I circumnavigated Sidney Island off Victoria, it was like >this long trek, wild winds wickedly beating me up off the south end, and >scary crossings in the chop. Now I do laps around it without a second >thought. > >The first time I paddled out of Bamfield, the Deer Group was so forlorn and >foreboding. Now it seems like an natural extension of the peninsula, >separated by a itty bitty bit of water. > >I guess the answer is somewhat obvious, but I was wondering if other >paddlers have suffered the same change in perception so acutely the next >time they went paddling in the same area again. > >Doug Lloyd *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - Any opinions or suggestions expressed here are solely those of the writer(s). You must assume the entire responsibility for reliance upon them. All postings copyright the author. Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Fri Jun 13 2003 - 06:37:59 PDT
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