Monday, December 12, 2011

Snow Dwy eyes

Messengers of winter sent on the backs of a gale. Small bands of snow dwy roared down the bay causing brief whiteout conditions as they passed. 30 knot winds sent wave after wave of dwies out into the North Atlantic. Many people have put their boats away or suggest "Picking your day" to go out. Picking your day in Newfoundland is a good way to stay ashore......pretty well from September to June! I took to the water Sunday out into what my VHF described as gale force winds increasing to 35 knots.

 I was quickly enveloped into miniature blizzard's; followed by beautiful autumn like moments of sun and warmth. Minute snowflakes of perfect design commanded attention before they melted away.

Conditions outside the bay were a bit beyond the comfort zone solo with 4m breaking wind waves bouncing everywhere. I stuck my nose outside just long enough to see a dark band of cloud fastly approaching; churning the water black as night on the horizon. I retreated to a small untouched cove for coffee. 

Winters sun hanging low in the sky hadn't graced these coves since daybreak. Pebbles encased in think layers of crystal clear ice seemed to shoot in all direction under foot. Kelp and seaweed glazed; it's energy preserved in a casement for spring release.

The dark blue of dusk overpowered near every colour. Icicles dripped in tune to an unseen conductor. A   song that would soon stop in the rapidly dropping temperature. Each drop became slower and smaller than the last. Soon the daytime orchestra of  hundreds of bass drops and alto drips turned silent; as the haunting howl of winters wind took the stage.

My Greenland paddle held it's red defiantly in the hues. A new paddle Joe O'Blenis had crafted for me propelled my journey through the dwys and gales. Gliding through the water with ease; a new tool to relax with. Not a new paddle so much as an addition to my frame of mind. Cadence of my blade turned into a thoughtless motion freeing my mind for the important things. The seconds, the minutes, the hours.

Shivering from the chill; that even warm drink could not keep at bay; I paddled out into the protected cove to let the last bit of sun warm my frozen eyelashes. Closed together they melted in the suns reach; dripping like tears into the sea.

I realized the drips from my frozen eyes had fallen upon my camera. Perfect droplets of water now frozen onto my second set of eyes I use to share with the world.  Lining up the one frozen droplet on the lens onto the sun; I snapped a picture.  End of day and paddle.

 The thick band of storm had pitched as I walked up my driveway; kayak hanging off my shoulder. Gales, dwys, snowstorms..... staying ashore just isn't a option for me. Each day and every obstacle has it's place to paddle. As skill and confidence builds so does my options. Embracing the options time and space throws at me is my only choice. Exploring the possibilities within those options is what my story becomes. 

Inclement is inviting.
Calm days enticing.



  1. "The image of the paddle, pointing out to sea, says it all: "Explore." I love that word. Well done, Lee. Duncan.

  2. Thanks Duncan.

    My exploring may be expanding even further over the next few months as I put life into priority over all else.

  3. I like your ings. In Oregon, if I didn't paddle in the rain, I wouldn't paddle often. Please think about joinING our Church of the Double-Bladed Paddle. You can find it on Facebook. I think you'd fit right in.
    Happy Ings!

  4. Thankis Casle!

    Glad to have your reading and commenting!

    One day I hope to get down there to check out the rain myself! I'll look you guys up on facebook in the meantime!