Thursday, December 30, 2010
3 km's in we took a little break to hydrate. Hauled out our thermos and had a few drabs.
Caleb found a nice chunk of snow that he was persistent on eating. The questions were now posed through a muffled mouthful of snow.
Caleb found a small ice cave full of icicles that again had to be conquered and destroyed. I took a shot of my team fat paddler shirt for Sean in Canadian fashion. I actually was beginning to sweat so I walked the next km with my coat and shirt in the dry bag. I have a weird ability to not get cold, and find it refreshing.
Heres to Kitchissippi for a wonderful year; and yet again another wonderful day on her shores.
How big he is getting.
My little explorer/carpenter was tuckered out. The last few Km's I silently pulled him along and done alot of thinking. How I never thought my Morrisburg paddle would be my last for 2010. And how that really ties into my "fundamentalist" kayaking. Push every limit and find all the beauty. Paddle as if it's your last day alive. Thinking of how GREAT winter paddling has been in Ontario...dare I say my favorite paddling season in 2010.
"You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your element in each moment." -- Henry David Thoreau
Words I live by.
The kid's are alright.
Posted by Lee at 9:50 PM
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Having been grounded for 3 days due to proper holiday etiquette/ my wife; I was happy to get back on the water for a great little paddle today. My original plan was to paddle to Crysler farm; an important major battle between the United States and Canada. Currently the battlefield is submerged due to the dams and locks along the St Lawrence. A Paddle over the historic site wasn't to be, but a great day paddle none the less.
Departing the Morrisburg Marina I had the privilege of great conversation with two older gentlemen. A great welcome into a strange town. Of course one of them was a new kayaker! Really great guys. Even though the beautiful warm sunny day was turning gloomy I left in high spirits. Good people are hard to come by I find. And I had met two at my launch. A fantastic start to a paddle.
Human made structures were at least decorated in beauty. Natures preserve cupboard for hungry spring wildlife.
Sewer pouring into the next bay directed me out into the current and towards Broder island. The light breeze at my back and a fairly strong current made for a relaxing trip.
Snow pushing eastward.
Ice. While it would be broken with the next ship passing through, no passage for a kayak on the Canadian side. The map that once showed islands here now have them renamed as shoals, Goose neck islands shoals extend pretty well right across the channel. Crysler no longer an option I dropped into MacDonald island to try and spell my name in the snow. Unlike riding a bike it's a skill that requires practice...not to mention warmish conditions!
Heading back to Border island.
Broder island a beautiful little island that houses some cows in the summer months. Today aside from a duck the island was as still.
I had heard a laker horn blast about 2 minutes earlier so after checking for these behemoths I scooted out to check out the largest channel marker I had ever seen.
I decided this summer I will be back to climb up with my oldest son and watch the lakers pass by. I can see his excited face as I think of it. With this small of a channel he would get a good view...and I would get a million questions. Note to self read up on laker boats!
The road to nowhere. (I'm guessing this is the road my grade 10 English teacher told me I was on?)
This was once the river front road running east to west prior to the partial flooding of Morrisburg. While the locals have mixed feelings about the project (the town of Iroquois was totally submerged and moved.) It was neat to see a road disappear into the water on each end of the island.
I wasn't 100% certain that it was a road at first, as I couldn't find much information online about the town resettlement the night before. However after checking out google earth when I got home, it was cool to see these roads running and connecting to others downstream.
Having a different country to my left and no passport really restricted my normal loop paddling routine. However sometimes the shoreline can look quite different from the other side.
Irony. Deciduous trees appear to be celebrating that they aren't conifers. Christmas along the board walk.
Having my plans and timings changed I explored a little around the docks. Not only looking around but down now as well. There are foundations still visible down here, sidewalks, and roads. A whole new type of viewing experience while kayaking.
Old thick white pine hold strong as cribbage. It's amazing to imagine this whole area, now mostly farm fields was once a thick old growth forest.
Morrisburg United church. From 1880 when this place was built to the 50's it must have occupied a small parcel of land in the middle of town. Now the beautiful old building sits waterside.
I had left one of the old guys here with his dog as I departed. Parts of me was sort of wishing he was still there when I returned. In parting he shouted "in 31 years in the arctic I've never seen anyone out kayaking in the cold". I waved and laughed. "Have a good evening sir".....what stories that guy must have had. I wish I had heard a few of them.
This sign made me giggle as I pulled back into the marina. "My wife must have put that one there" I thought to myself as I made a tight stern rudder onto the ramp.
Another wonderful paddle. I think I will be exploring this area a little more in the future. So much history locally. As well as rich history that defined two great countries.
The map details.
Posted by Lee at 10:10 PM