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All is Fair in Love and Paddling

Sod kayak launch pad donated by The Sod Farm, Whitehorse.

Sod kayak launch pad donated by The Sod Farm, Whitehorse.

The previous five minutes had been a blur. The starter horn blew. We all ran, walked or hurried to our boats lined up in order on the gravel beach beside the park, I was one of the hurrying types not wanting to use it all up before paddling. There was tussling of bodies ahead of me and I lost sight of Joe who was also of the hurrying kind. Reaching my boat after side stepping those in front of me who were seemingly less in a hurry to get going I found my wooden kayak and Anik standing at the stern awaiting her big moment to shove me out into the river, my kayak resting on a fresh strip of sod.

Ray, a volunteer on a sweeper boat was an acquaintance Gus had made on his many trips to the Yukon to compete in the Quest worked his family’s sod farm just outside of Whitehorse. The sweeper boat’s job is to follow the progression of paddlers up the river staying behind to round up, retrieve, aid, or rescue kayakers and canoeists who decide to call it a day, scratch or fall into trouble at the back of the pack. Ray would end up keeping the same ridiculous hours on the river as all the participants as he circled around the many islands and islets searching out the above mentioned boats.

After his short visit with Gus on the island Ray was on the same ferry ad I during my weekly trips to Victoria where Anik lives. Gus had pointed out my wreck of a car as I entered the terminal parking lot and told Ray that I was planning to paddle in the Quest. Ray sought me out. At first when he tapped a knuckle on my window disturbing my reading I thought he was just another hitch hiker looking to grab a ride into the city. He was not that but turned into someone else indeed. In the space of five short minutes chatting on the open deck of the ferry I had made a friend for life. In that meeting he gave me as much intel about the river that he could, and the offer to take me up river before the race on his jet boat to investigate the best route to Dawson. This encounter was the single most important tipping point in my decision to enter the race, though in the weeks to come I would be handed even more incentive. For now, I had a great new ally, a new addition to the team I was building and more important a new friend.

I wasted no time at my kayak as other racers madly paddled away. There was a rush of water, tension being released as finally after months of preparation we all were getting this thing started once and for all. I picked up my paddle and kissed Anik realizing two things at that moment. One being I could continue kissing her all day but that would significantly harm my finishing results, and two the remembrance of what Gus had told me earlier about setting up his GoPro camera up in a tree pointing at my boat. Its on film, the curtain was up and the performance had begun, I got to it. Sitting in the cramped cockpit I wrestled my feet into place in the rudder pedals and began the always tedious wrapping of the elastic of my spray skirt to secure it to the rim of the cockpit. Inevitably, whenever I rush this process it springs off at the back and I have to begin again. Usually resulting in an ocean wave threatening to fill my kayak wit sandy sea water. I knew this would happen and calmly as I could under the harried circumstances started from behind my back and all the way to the front pulling at the toggle until it fell into place. I gave Anik the thumbs up and she lifted the back of the boat and pushed me down my grassy ramp. I was actually paddling in the Yukon River Quest! I struck out hard but maintained my pace not giving into the temptation to race ahead.

Starting my paddle in the YRQ.

Starting my paddle in the YRQ.

Most of the front runners had long gone and the mid group was ahead of me. I set off into the swift current that rushed through the narrows along the Whitehorse city shore. Onlookers waved and cheered and it had been the first time experiencing anything like that. I never had fan fare before and it was a rush.  In the time it took to redo my skirt I had lost considerable ground. I knew I could make it up if I stuck to my plan and raced my own race. However, others around me had alternative and unforeseen plans. The one aspect of the race that I did not count on before hand was the crowding at the start. Thankfully, most of the pack had already set out but I still had several boats and the long voyageur canoes to contend with as I looked for a safe line to take. I saw Joe up ahead paddling strongly on one side of his canoe and then the other. I kept his pace. A silly move and a small detour from my instincts, but the moment took over me. I was racing after all and wanted to keep up with Joe as long as I could. I looked around me. My head on a constant swivel in search of those around me potentially crowding my paddle space. I thought I was clear and cut across to the center of the river to hopefully find the strongest current that only three days before had been intimidating until I discovered the joy of moving water for the first time.

Clunk! I felt it before I heard it. The soft nudge from behind and then the horrifying reality of what was happening jolted me from my bubble. I was facing the wrong way. My kayak hit from behind by the Japanese tandem men’s kayak, their bow locking horns with my rudder housing and the force of the collision tossed me into a 180 degree spin in the current.

“Let go!” I shouted as the front paddler in the tandem held onto my kayak. What was he thinking was anyone’s guess at that point but all I knew was I had to get free and somehow right myself. I couldn’t go all the way backwards. I pushed at their boat and finally he got the hint and let go. They pushed ahead and paddled on but I still was sailing at quite a clip, in reverse! I grabbed at the water on my right with the paddle blade shaped like and elongated spoon, shifting the rudder that I was relieved to discover was undamaged. I grabbed at the water on my left. The wing blade scooping at the emerald green river water hard and in a few strokes and aided by the current to the cheers on the boardwalk I was going in the right direction with the kayak’s bow now pointed firmly north. It was a humbling beginning to my journey that would be filled with humbling moments, but of all that could have happened in the mayhem at the start line a mild bump from another boat was the least disastrous. All is fair in a race like this one and mistakes will happen. I settled back into my bubble as I left the outskirts of the city and followed the narrow path bordered by high white sandy cliffs towards Takhini River Bridge.



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Salt Spring Kayaker

It has been quite a month, and sadly a month away from my blog. Not by choice but by lack of energy at the end of the day. The month of May was a mess around the world of paddlingboy and his wife, who rolled her car and escaped unharmed but with a slight concussion the same week I started a new job which had my working random shifts morning and nights, and then there was the whirl-wind trip to Northern California with paddling buddy Gus for the inaugural running of the Cali 100 paddling race. That will be for another post, but needless to say it was a grand time in Cal! Finally, in the second week of June things have settled down. Jen is feeling better, I wiggled and whined myself into a more sensible set of weekly shifts at work and if all goes well, I might catch up on two things, my sleep and my blog.

But to restart things here in grand style I get some bragging rights. A few days before all hell broke loose I was interviewed by the editor of a Canadian kayaking magazine called Coast & Kayak. Today I walked up to the mailbox to see if the cool new watch strap I bought on ebay had arrive. It did not but the latest issue of the mag was there, featuring moi! A great way to end my days off, reading about myself.

The article in question is all about geocaching by kayak, inspired somewhat by my blog and video about the same.




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California Here We Come

It’s been a few weeks since I have had time, mind power and energy to sit down and put anything resembling coordinated coherent thoughts to the blog. May has been, wothout a doubt the topper to a long period of random and seemingly uncontrollable events shaping the direction of my life.

We start at the beginning, or rather the ending of April with the random chance of a new job at a fast-paced kitchen of a local restaurant. I have to state from the this point that I have never set foot in such a place. My last stint in anything like it was over 30 years ago as busboy and dishwasher in a small old lady type tea shop where the pace was, well elderly and that gave me the time needed to scrub the impenetrable layers of old lady lipstick that encrusted each and every teacup that ended up in my sink. This was done only after I removed the heaping contents of tissues and cigarette butts from the cups (it was still  the days of smoking indoors, and nothing, nothing is more unattractive than ashtray ash floating in your dishbin).

I got the job after answering an ad on the local online classified list and within an hour had a reply from the chef wanting to hire me. Holy, they must be hard up for staff. I suppose my age had something to do with my sudden employment. I would later discover why a 48 year-old kayaker with a sketchy at best resume would be hired on as prep cook/dishpit worker, that being the kids were either not showing up, or unable to meet the demands of the job, which there are a few.

Having landed paying work at last the home life began to relax. Then I got the call one afternoon that my wife had been in a car accident! With the help of a friend I made it to the ER before the ambulance and happily she was not badly hurt, but the car was found on the side of the road upside down! In fact, she is very lucky to still be with us and I am forever grateful to whatever fateful hands kept her safe that afternoon. The ups and downs, pre and post accident, new job, being landed on bad schedules of midnight shifts and walking to and from work left little time to the dilly dally of blogging. That was all the weird stuff of the past few weeks in a nutshell, the good news is I will soon have something kayaking related to write about. As of tomorrow morning my good friend Gus, local marathon endurance paddler and I will drive to Redding California to take part in the inaugural running of the Cali 100.

For all the details, check the supplied link and stay tuned next week for photos, and some posts about the trip, the race and whatever else I think to tell you all.

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