The Symposium offered 10 or more classes each day to choose from. My goals (above and beyond general development) were to get more comfortable and skilled "in conditions" and to take a shot at the BCU 3 Star award. BCU is the British Canoe Union; a 3 Star Paddler is a confident and strong paddler in Force 4 conditions (one meter seas, up to 18 mph/16 knot winds).
My first two days of classes were 3 Star Training with Steve Maynard as the instructor, 6 students, and an assistant instructor. The very first thing we did was to head out into the Triangle, a shoal/sandbar that the incoming swells were wrapping around and breaking across. The waves were coming from different directions as they rolled over the shoal. It was a confused mass of moving water and "haystacks" (where two waves combined) and troughs. Sometimes two waves would approach from opposite sides and break on top of your head; sometimes you would get past one and another would immediately come from another side. Definitely not Lake Calhoun.
We all stayed upright as we paddled through the Triangle twice, and then we headed off for other adventures. Over the course of the next two days, we played beach tag (see how close in to shore you can ride the waves, then back out and do it again) and school of fish (whilst paddling forward, travel as a school of fish: keep changing position every 30 seconds). We worked on forward strokes (keep the top hand moving in a horizontal plane; get the blade planted before you unwind; keep the stroke short). We did some more surfing and this time I capsized (first time in the surf). I thought about rolling for all of 2 seconds, but I was on my off side, and it felt too shallow to get to the other side, so I bailed. Winter project: get my offside roll!
We played a rescue game – two groups of 3, each with one victim, one towing, and one supporting the victim. Trade places so everyone tows 2 times, and see which group goes farthest/fastest taking 50 strokes each time. We did T-rescues while someone was towing the rescuer (a great way to practice against a current and make sure you hold on to your boat). Steve taught us a hanging draw started with a forward stroke that gracefully turned to a draw. We worked on bow and stern rudders in a more vertical orientation (alas, I never got the stern rudder working, and managed to "break" my old stern rudder technique, so that didn’t go well on the assessment.)
Friday was Rough Water Discovery with Nigel Foster. We did some warm up surfing on a calmer area, then headed out to the Zipper and Nigel offered each of us the option of going in and trying it. Similar to the Triangle, the Zipper is a long, narrow shoal perpendicular to the swells. Ignorance being bliss, I went in a couple times. Fortunately, my balance made up for my still developing bracing skills, and I stayed upright.
From there we spent more time working on surfing. I've got a long ways to go, but every bit of practice helps. Over the course of the day I capsized 4 times and managed to roll up twice, which I counted as a minor triumph. These were the first two times I'd rolled up after capsizing accidentally.
At the end of the day, Nigel's parting words were to encourage us to be as efficient as possible; we waste a lot of strength and energy in our inexperience.
Saturday was Intermediate Surfing with Danny Mongno. We talked about launching and surf safety, then paddled out beyond the break. We ended up riding the swells and waiting for half an hour with the assistant instructor while Danny sorted out someone in a wooden Betsy Bay who had gone over on the way out and had a hatch cover pop off. The swells were pretty big, and to be honest, I was a bit spooked at looking at half a mile of breaking waves coming in to shore.
After Danny joined us, we headed back to shore (I chose the easier route) and gathered up again. There were a few challenges in finding the right place to practice (bigger swells than expected, a surf competition going on, lots of swimmers and kite surfers, and a variety of skill levels), so after lunch we ended up working fairly close to shore. Goal was to paddle out a hundred yards or so, do a few 360s out in the breaking waves, then ride the waves in. I usually ended up capsizing before I got in, but had fun. I bagged it about 3:00 and watched the others until the end of the class, trying to save some energy for the next day.
Sunday was my 3 Star assessment. It was pretty clear as the day progressed that I wasn't yet a 3 Star paddler. Some of the gaps were in basic skills; some were in ocean paddling. But it was a good learning experience.
Four of our group were trying to get BCU certifications, and none of us passed, though all were close. On our way out of town, we stopped by the Sea Kayak Georgia store and ran into a man who had just gotten his 3 Star. He was 70 years old, and had tried once before. He had also done some 4 Star training. This week he done his 3 Star assessment on Saturday with Jeff Allen. Jeff had his group out in conditions for their entire assessment, including for skills that you normally aren't required to do in conditions. He also had them do a re-enter and roll, then paddle in to shore in rough water (performing several skills while their boats were full of water), then paddle back out backwards, boats still full of water. It's clear that there are variations in how the assessments actually proceed. We figured that the passing rate for 3 Star was 20 to 30 percent. As my assessor said, it's a big award.
But … it was a great week. I can't even say I'm disappointed about not getting the 3 Star. I can see the progress I've made since I got my boat last fall. One more year and I'll be ready. In the meantime, it's all fun.
Ten ISK members met half way to Duluth at Tobies last Thursday, en route to four days in Voyageurs National Park. Larry had proposed the trip at the club's planning meeting in January, and had offered to lead it. The trip's initial maximum of 6 had quickly been filled, and a second leader was identified (John) and the second 6 slots also filled promptly. Clearly, this was a popular trip. It had been a long wait since the trip had been planned, but Sept. 22 had finally arrived, and fortified with Tobies food and coffee, we were finally under way.
Voyageurs is in northern Minnesota, west of the BWCA and adjacent to the Canadian border. It's an ancient land, located on the Canadian Shield, with rocks between 1 and 3 billion years old. The sandstone formations in the Apostles evoke a sense of awe at the thought of paddling through caves carved into rock laid down a billion years ago; in Voyageurs, one paddles by outcrops of rock up to 3 times as old. According to the park's website, this was an area where volcanoes once erupted beneath an ocean that no longer exists. Much more recently, glaciers advanced and retreated, carving and grinding, leaving behind glacial till and ice that would become kettle lakes.
Humankind arrived about 10,000 years ago. European fur traders arrived in the late 1600s, and loggers in the late 1800s. There was even a mini gold rush on Rainy Lake at about the same time, before the small mines failed around the turn of the century.
The park was created in 1975, and is only accessible by water. It's made up of four main lakes (Kabetogama, Namakan, Sand Point, and Rainy), as well as numerous smaller ones. Kayaks, canoes, houseboats, and fishing boats coexist in reasonable peace. The US/Canadian border actually cuts across some of the bigger lakes, so this would end up being an international trip.
After leaving two cars at Crane Lake for a post trip shuttle, we gathered at Ash River Visitor Center on the eastern side of Kabetogama and loaded our boats, then launched. We had great opportunities to work on our piloting skills as we wound our way east through the islands and channels between Kabetogama and Namakan and and then north on the way to Kettle Falls. A few motorboats buzzed past, but they weren't overly intrusive.
Upon arriving at Kettle Falls we found the two campsites we were hoping for were both available, and we moved in. Jeff spent some time rolling, while the rest of us focused on getting our gear unloaded and our tents set up. Part of the group decided to paddle across the lake to the Kettle Falls Hotel for dinner. The rest of us opted to dine in camp and then crash.
The hotel was built in 1910 by a timber baron; it's still in use and is accessible only by water. It was dark when our Kettle Falls adventurers returned, so they had a magical paddle across the lake with a quarter moon lighting their way back to the campsites.
Next morning we re-grouped and retraced part of the previous day's route, then opted to explore a different path to the Wolf Pack islands. As we paddled up to what the map showed as a channel between two islands, we realized that it had filled in. Jeff and Doug got out and did some exploring and discovered that if they pulled our boats over a downed log at the near edge, we could paddle through the grasses to the other side.
Soon we reached Wolf Pack Islands, which are two smallish adjacent islands with three campsites between them. Two sites were available, and we established Wolf Pack East and Wolf Pack West camps. This was our earliest afternoon arrival, so we enjoyed lunch, then took our time setting up camp and going for swims, which included an island circumnavigation by Doug and a special performance by the ISK synchronized swimming team. Doug, John and Peggy did some more exploring by boat, while Jeff took a nap and then went fishing.
Dave was the most ambitious camp cook of the group, having brought steak and chicken, and he cooked up steak and potatoes that night. The chicken needed to be eaten that night as well, so Deb accepted the challenge and prepared it. The rest of us made the best of our variations on dehydrated food.
The weather couldn't have been better for the first two days of the trip – warm and sunny, with a light wind at our backs. The leaves had scarcely started changing, so it felt as if we had caught the tail end of summer, albeit with much earlier sunsets. We even had the mosquitoes of summer, a decidedly unwelcome surprise.
Saturday (Day 3) was a bit cooler and cloudy, but still dry as we headed east towards Blind Pig Channel. Jeff caught a 20 inch Northern Pike along the way. Mike had offered to clean any fish that Jeff caught, but they agreed that this particular fish was too small, so it was returned to the lake to grow, contemplate the nature of lures, and dream fishy dreams under the ice during the long northern winter nights.
As we neared the channel and started looking for the path south, we learned to watch for the appearance and disappearance of motorboats through the apparently impassable walls of trees to locate the hard-to-see openings. Some of the narrow channels were only a hundred feet across, and mindful of the monster houseboats that periodically churned through, we scooted around the corners one after another like little ducklings.
Wind and rain were due to arrive Saturday night, so we went a bit farther than originally planned to shorten our route for Sunday. It took a few tries to find a free campsite, and the radios proved helpful as we sent out scouts looking for options. We ended up all fitting into one site on the final night, which was a nice way to end the trip.
We put Dave's big tarp up over the picnic table before it got dark, and sure enough, the rain and lightning and thunder started overnight. A gap in the clouds provided a glimpse of the northern lights for late night wanderers, though.
In the morning, we waited until the lightning stopped, then headed out. Fall had clearly arrived, and although it was much cooler, rained intermittently and was breezy, the downpours and high winds held off until we made it back to the takeout point. After going to get the cars at Ash River, we tossed in our wet gear and loaded the boats in record time, and headed for home.
It was a very full four days. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly the park claimed our attention, and how easily we shed our city lives and created a group of fellow paddlers in tune with each other and with the rhythms of the water and boats, the daylight the sun gave us, and the sights and sounds of eagles and loons. Of course, the city bided its time and patiently awaited our return, and no tasks or assignments completed themselves while we were gone. But the memories and pictures of the trip and the new and deepened friendships remain. Note to self: do this again!
