A short trip down What-the-heck-is-this Creek
Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:23 pm
...Or: "Sue fought the tree and the... tree won." But more on that later.
While all you wussies were sitting in front of your wide-screens, Sue and I headed out on the first paddle of the season. (Sorry Bea - Florida doesn't count.) The other day, Doug mentioned that during the spring, the water is high enough so that you can paddle all the way from Webster Street near Green Harbor Golf Course to Green Harbor River and Rt 139. The water looked like it might be high enough, so we gave it a try.
It was interesting. This winding creek made Scorton's look like North River. There was no spot along the trip where it didn't look like it was turning into a dead end about 50 feet further. But the creek always made a sharp turn and continued. We paddled right up alongside a fairway at one point. Then we finally had a straight stretch where I was able to take several forward strokes in a row without having to back-paddle to turn. It was <i>very</i> exciting.
Ok, it wasn't Boston Harbor, but it was also the first trip of the year, and with my bout of elbow tendonitis over the winter, I wanted to start out carefully. This was perfect. Until...
I heard a shriek behind me. Turned out that Sue and a tree with low hanging branches were battling it out for supremacy. And since the tree had home court advantage, well... When I turned around to see what all the hubbub was about, I couldn't see anything but the bottom of Sue's boat.
Since Sue had spent a lot of time last year practicing her rescue skills, she was out of the water fairly quickly. The fact that the creek's deepest point was about 18" helped.
It took me a lot longer to get myself turned around to get back to help her, since I was trying to turn a 14' boat in a 12' creek. But I got back there and we managed to get most of the water out of the kayak and Sue back into it. With the goo-ey bottom of the creek, Sue was up to her waist in 33-degree water, so we decided to pack it in and head back.
Fortunately, we were able to pull out at the golf course and I just walked back to the car to bring it over. As we were tying the boats down, it started to rain, so it was just as well that Sue tipped over.
Right, Sue???
While all you wussies were sitting in front of your wide-screens, Sue and I headed out on the first paddle of the season. (Sorry Bea - Florida doesn't count.) The other day, Doug mentioned that during the spring, the water is high enough so that you can paddle all the way from Webster Street near Green Harbor Golf Course to Green Harbor River and Rt 139. The water looked like it might be high enough, so we gave it a try.
It was interesting. This winding creek made Scorton's look like North River. There was no spot along the trip where it didn't look like it was turning into a dead end about 50 feet further. But the creek always made a sharp turn and continued. We paddled right up alongside a fairway at one point. Then we finally had a straight stretch where I was able to take several forward strokes in a row without having to back-paddle to turn. It was <i>very</i> exciting.
Ok, it wasn't Boston Harbor, but it was also the first trip of the year, and with my bout of elbow tendonitis over the winter, I wanted to start out carefully. This was perfect. Until...
I heard a shriek behind me. Turned out that Sue and a tree with low hanging branches were battling it out for supremacy. And since the tree had home court advantage, well... When I turned around to see what all the hubbub was about, I couldn't see anything but the bottom of Sue's boat.
Since Sue had spent a lot of time last year practicing her rescue skills, she was out of the water fairly quickly. The fact that the creek's deepest point was about 18" helped.
It took me a lot longer to get myself turned around to get back to help her, since I was trying to turn a 14' boat in a 12' creek. But I got back there and we managed to get most of the water out of the kayak and Sue back into it. With the goo-ey bottom of the creek, Sue was up to her waist in 33-degree water, so we decided to pack it in and head back.
Fortunately, we were able to pull out at the golf course and I just walked back to the car to bring it over. As we were tying the boats down, it started to rain, so it was just as well that Sue tipped over.
Right, Sue???