Getting Started: Puget Sound Challenge: Leg #9

Date: 8 Sep 2010 Comments:0

Melissa Spangler’s Journal

Puget Sound Challenge:  Leg #9,  Port Gamble to Kingston

Friday evening after work I gathered my gear and kayak and drove to catch the Seattle ferry to Bainbridge Island.  From Bainbridge Island I headed to Kingston where kayak campers had their tents scattered around the local ball field.  I set up my tent and walked to the shoreline where many Paddle Kitsap paddlers were congregating after their long paddle.  The Puget Sound Challenge group would be paddling this same leg on Saturday morning.  I talked with a couple vendors and then I saw Dennis and Ben, members of the Olympic Kayak Club who were acting as safety boats in the two-day Paddle Kitsap tour.  Just as the Washington Water Trails Association was packing up their materials, I asked if I could still join.  I have been interested in learning more about the WWTA since I started kayaking.  One of the reps jotted my info down, collected a membership fee and handed me a start up package which includes a Cascadia Marine Trail Guidebook and other useful information.  I walked back to the stage where the drawing for the Olympic Kayak Club kayak giveaway was being announced. Herb was named as the kayak winner. I have paddled with him on numerous Puget Sound Challenge events. After a nice dinner at the Main Street Ale House I walked back to our Tent City at the ball field for the night.

Saturday morning I was already on location for the shuttle to the put-in.  I unloaded my kayak and awaited the Puget Sound Challenge group’s arrival.  Herb arrived with his new kayak stored on his racks and helped me load my kayak for the drive to Port Gamble.  Once we arrived at Port Gamble we had a short gathering to discuss the route and areas of concern along the journey.  Before we launched a baby seal came onto shore and started whimpering.  Its mother was keeping a close eye from the water.  The baby seal was so small compared to its enormous parent.  It was just learning its surroundings and didn’t seem to have the cautious nature around people yet.  We were just a few yards away from the amazing site and watched in awe, while respecting our proximity to this new life.

We launched beside old pilings alive with underwater sea creatures.  Crabs, starfish, barnacles, seaweed and other forms of sea life populated the area.  The beginning of Leg 9 started out calm, however as we rounded Foulweather Bluff and entered Skunk Bay, the wind changed and our protected waters were now open to the elements, making the paddle more challenging.  I enjoyed the lively water and beautiful shoreline.  The sky was overcast with low clouds in the distance, masking the land across Puget Sound.  A few seals peeked at us as we paddled through Skunk Bay.  David and Shawn pointed out the Nature Conservancy property identifiable by a distinctive triangular shaped hillside.  Most kayakers hugged the shoreline throughout the journey.  I paddled alongside another kayaker farther away from land and enjoyed the pulsing water.  A few waves pushed over my bow as another swell pushed my bow upward creating a slap when it came back down.  A freight barge passed creating a significant wake.  It was interesting to witness how long it took to actually feel the impact.  I watched as this approaching ridge neared our kayaks.  I rode the wake with excitement then braced to look behind me to see other kayakers playing in the surf near the jutting shoreline.  The crashing waves reminded me of those I played in as a child while vacationing at Nags Head.  The whitecaps collected momentum then tumbled forward, releasing their energy upon the shoreline.  At the next opportunity created by the wake of a passing vessel, I thought I could practice bracing in the surf by positioning myself closer to shore before the moment passes.  Periodically we regrouped to keep kayakers in close range for safety.  A light rain drizzled on and off throughout the remainder of the Challenge.

The Necky Looksha Elite was incredibly stable in the churning water and the rudder made keeping on track a breeze.  The foot pedals differed from other kayaks I had previously paddled throughout the Puget Sound Challenge.  The Smart Track system with toe control allowed me to position my foot firmly without engaging the rudder.  The upper portion, controlled by my toes, made it easy to turn by simply pressing my left or right toe forward.  At this point I have determined that my preference is a skeg style kayak, such as the Necky Chatham.  I prefer the fit of the kayak, the Valley hatches and a skeg rather than a rudder.  After spending one week training at the Kayak Academy and then practicing turning maneuvers during weekly skills training sessions, I find that I feel more connected with the kayak when I edge the boat and use turning strokes.  The more stable, wider kayaks are more difficult for me to edge due to the wider design and larger cockpit with leg braces that spread beyond my comfortable sitting position.  The more time I spend paddling, I realize that I enjoy the design of the Chatham for its ease of turning, responsiveness, fit for my body frame and ease of rolling.  I can envision myself learning new rolls, playing in the surf and rock gardening in the Necky Chatham.  An important lesson I have learned is that choosing a kayak is a very personal decision.  I paddle with many kayakers who love their particular touring model.  Fewer kayakers seem to have preferences for the sportier, more playful kayaks.  I find myself drawn to this more dynamic style of kayaking although I also want a kayak that I can take on three- to four-day kayak camping trips.  I want to continue learning more about paddling in different conditions such as playing in the eddy lines, surfing, and conquering the strong current and large swells.  I’ve met kayakers who want a peaceful, long paddle in calm water while others are drawn to more challenging conditions.  I am still figuring out where I belong in this diverse group of sea kayakers.  For now, each and every experience has been rewarding and educational.

The Necky Looksha Elite (yellow deck)

As I approached the 16^th mile, I started feeling each stroke within my muscles, but I still had miles to go.  This 9^th leg was the longest scheduled leg at 18 nautical miles or 21.7 statutory miles.  I could tell that the months of kayaking had definitely built my endurance levels.  I continued on and looked at the shoreline with amazement at the size of some homes.  One looked like they were made of adobe, something one might see in New Mexico.  Another home had external shades on each window for complete sun block.  Property after property expanded over large parcels with huge homes.  Most places seemed vacant with no signs that anyone inhabited the monstrous living spaces.

Approaching the ferry dock in Kingston

Around the next bend, I could see the ferry leaving the dock.  It appeared as though the timing would be perfect for crossing past the ferry terminal right after it left.  I always try to finish strong and started picking up the pace.  A few paddlers were ahead, including Shawn in a tandem with his daughter McKenna and David, the OKC organizer.  Once we paddled closer I could see that another ferry was arriving and heading toward the dock.  I started paddling as fast as I could bear.  As I neared the dock, I kept a close eye on the approaching ferry.  It was traveling with great speed and I started to hesitate and recalculate the timing.  The leading paddlers had just passed the dock and I still had a few hundred yards in order to clear the ferry path.  I eyed the ferry terminal where the dock personnel were keeping an eye on the upcoming kayakers, I looked left toward the oncoming ferry and in the split second that I stopped paddling, a group of onlookers on shore started clapping and cheering, yelling “You can make it!”  With my small audience rooting for me, I leaned forward and paddled what felt like my fastest speed ever to clear the ferry dock.  I kept a close eye on the ferry controllers in case they should wave me to stop, but they didn’t.  I dug in and pushed intensely with each stroke.  My bow entered the first section of the dock pilings and I could feel the disturbed water jostle my kayak.  I pressed on, burning my reserve and made it into the second dock terminal. In my peripheral vision I could see the ferry gaining quickly.  My stern was just exiting the second dock pilings when the ferry bow approached the first dock pilings.  I made it safely across and let out a big Whoooaaaahoooo!  I was charged with excitement yet fatigued from the big effort.  I met the leading kayakers and we pulled our kayaks up the boat ramp.  The paddlers behind me had to wait for the ferry to dock before they could pass.  My energy was completely drained.  I used everything I had to endure an extended paddle with a sprint finish.

Looking back, exciting as it was, I would make a different decision regarding the passing of a ferry or any motorized vessel.  The window of safety passing the dock was slim and didn’t leave much room for error.  If something had happened to my gear, if I had capsized in the disturbed water or anything out of the ordinary had occurred, I would not have had time to make a correction and that  would have compromised my safety and the normal operation of the ferry.  Yet another lesson learned.

Notes from Christopher Cunningham, Sea Kayaker editor

My earliest memory of kayaking is of being with my dad in a Folbot double sneaking under the ferry ramp while the ferry was loading. We’d wait there for the ferry to leave. When it did, the prop wash under the ramp swirled us around as if we were in a whitewater river. It was quite exciting but not a practice I’d recommend now. Melissa’s race against the inbound ferry came off without a hitch, but she’s correct in looking back on it as a risk not really worth taking.

There is a longstanding tradition of recreational vessels yielding to working vessels. The captain of the ferry Melissa dodged ahead has likely seen countless vessels race across his bow. Five or more short blasts of the ferry’s horn would have been his signal that a vessel is taking a dangerous course and risking a collision. If you hear such a signal and there’s a chance it may be directed at you,  take immediate action to avoid getting plowed under or forcing the oncoming vessel to take evasive action. A ferry coming into a dock is preparing to stop, and that’s likely why Melissa didn’t get a warning signal.

Encounters between vessels are all managed by what mariners call the rules of the road. They apply to kayaks no less than they do to any other vessel on the water. There are two very good reasons for knowing the rules and acting in accordance with them: In a collision the kayak is going to fare the least well and violating the rules makes you liable for any resulting damages.  If you haven’t already, you should make yourself familiar with the rules. Our on-line article “Rules of the Road” in the February 2009 issue is a great place to start.

Equipment:

Kayak: Necky Looksha Elite Composite w/rudder

Paddle: Werner Premium Camano with Werner Skagit spare

Spray skirt: Snapdragon

Accessories: Peaked Deck Bag, Bungy Paddle Leash and Sea Tec Tow Line all from North Water

Camera: GoPro Waterproof Camera

PFD: Kokatat Orbit

Clothing: Kokatat Women’s SuperNova Paddling Suit, 2 mm Neoprene gloves

Footwear: Chota Posi-Lok High Top Zip Bootie

Roofrack: Thule Hullavator

Paddle float, float bags and bilge pump

Waterproof Stuff Bags

Getting Started: San Juan Island Weekend

Date: 20 Aug 2010 Comments: 1

Melissa Spangler’s Journal

San Juan Islands with Seattle Area Sea Kayaking Meetup Group

I had been incredibly excited for my adventurous kayak trip in the San Juan Islands.  The initial sign-up started in January and although I wasn’t experienced enough at the time, I was committed to practice and skills training to satisfy the trip requirements.  My sign-up for the Meetup occurred prior to working with Sea Kayaker and agreeing to participate in the Puget Sound Challenge.  The Puget Sound Challenge has helped immensely with real world experience in open water as well as the Kayak Academy 5-day skills course.  When the 4^th of July weekend was near, I felt ready for the trip.

Originally the Seattle Sea Kayak Meetup group planned on leaving Anacortes via kayak, however due to scheduling conflicts, plans changed late in the game and the week of the trip new arrangements were made to take the vehicle ferry to Orcas Island.  This change of plans caused a few paddlers to back out just days prior to the trip.  The smaller group including Saul, Eileen, Marie, David, Anne, Stephen, Amy and myself created a more connected gathering as well as ease of keeping track of kayakers. We met at Anacortes on Friday for the 7:00pm ferry to Orcas Island.  A couple kayakers had taken an earlier ferry and another group of people would be meeting us on Saturday.  Once we made it to Orcas Island we drove to Moran State Park to set up tents for the evening.  This park was ideal since we could park close to our camping area and keep an eye on our kayaks.  No sooner did we arrive and set up our tents before dark, than Chef Saul start whipping up a camp dinner for the group.  We savored a tomato-based sauce with crabmeat over penne pasta mixed with tri-color spirals.  I enjoyed a quinoa and bean side salad, fresh cherries along with a special champagne.  The pasta dish was cooked entirely with camp stoves on site.  Day one and I already felt like I was beginning an epicurean vacation.  We talked over a campfire before heading back to our tents for a good night’s rest.

Saturday morning we woke and started packing up our camping gear.  We met for breakfast and were impressed by omelets mixed with sundried tomatoes, spices and crab meat.  From Moran Park we drove to our launch point at Lieber Haven in Olga, where we unloaded all of the kayaks and packed all of our gear into the hatches for the next couple overnights.  John and Ed met the group for the launch.  They had arrived earlier on Friday and camped at Obstruction Park for the evening.  It was tough to fit everything into my Necky Chatham however I still found it simply amazing what I could fit into a kayak. I opted to bring fresh tomatoes for the taco salad lunch meal and was thankful that Amy offered to squeeze the container behind her foot pegs.  I brought multiple bladders of water based on our original trip plan where we would be on islands without fresh water.  This extra bulk filled the spaces quickly.

After launching I noticed that the tandem kayak that David and Marie were in was pulling hard to the left.  They were trying to compensate but their efforts were not keeping the kayak on line.  I paddled back to their kayak to take a closer look at the rudder.  It was shifted all the way to the left forcing the kayak to continue in a semi-circle pattern.  David was in the rear cockpit, responsible for steering and I asked him to feel for foot pegs.  He slid down but couldn’t find them.  I mentioned that they may be positioned so far back that he didn’t notice them and that was exactly where they were.  While I secured the kayak, David pulled his legs as far back as he could and then pressed the foot pegs forward.  I had David test the left and right foot pedals and the rudder moved appropriately. David and Marie were able to continue without running into the bank.

We caught up with the group and headed along the shoreline where I was in awe of the view.  There were six eagles perched in a massive tree along the shore.  I had only seen two in the same vicinity prior to this and it was amazing.  One of the larger birds swooped across the inlet and headed towards Doe Island.  It seemed like we approached the island in a short time.  Amy suggested that we circumnavigate the island before landing.  I joined her with enthusiasm to extend our paddling time.  The current was mild and winds low which enabled me to take a closer look along the shoreline of Doe Island.  Almost the entire island was surrounded by steep rock face.  We landed carefully amongst spaced rocks covered with kelp.  After carrying our kayaks up the narrow beach we scoped out the best spaces to set up camp.

Amy, Marie and I found a great nook that blocked the wind and had a spectacular view.  I unpacked my tent, sleeping bag and mat along with my overnight bag and ingredients for the meal.  After we settled in Ed, John, Amy and I started prepping lunch.  Ed and John called them “Hay Stacks” otherwise known as taco salad.  I started cutting up fresh tomatoes while John heated beans on a camp stove.  Amy and Ed were busy sorting the lettuce, onion, guacamole, sour cream, salsa, shredded cheese, tortilla chips and the largest can of black olives I have ever seen.  Lunch was delicious and once again we enjoyed an impressive camping meal.

After lunch we paddled over to Doe Bay on Orcas Island and explored the area then relaxed at the resort hot tub and sauna.  After a long soak, Marie, David and I played volleyball then switched to a fun run of Frisbee where Ed joined the group.  Afterwards, Marie and I paired up, challenging Ed and John to a game of horse shoes.  I felt like I was at summer camp for adults.  We were having a blast, playing, laughing and enjoying the beautiful weather and energetic company.  We decided to soak once more before kayaking back to Doe Island where another group of kayakers would be arriving for the remainder of the trip.  When we arrived, Peter, Matt, Susan, Sean, Kevin and Lara were already there and dinner was under way.  Kevin brought 5 camp stoves to accomplish the evening spread.  He was steadily preparing batches of turkey tetrazzini with mixed veggies over pasta.  The sauce was creamy and delicious.

After we finished seconds, Peter and Matt asked if anyone would be interested in more kayaking.  I was eager to extend my paddling experience in open water.  Lara joined in for a foursome paddle.  We decided to go out to South Peapod Island, a little over one nautical mile east of our location.  The current was slightly stronger and the winds had picked up more than during our earlier travels.  I enjoyed the challenge and found that Peter and Matt had a strong paddle stroke.  Lara had some difficulty with an unbalanced load in her kayak and decided to turn back to Doe Island.

Dusk was setting in, creating a fantastic ambiance for viewing the surrounding islands.  When we neared Peapod a freight barge controlled by a tugboat passed, creating an exciting wake.  We circumnavigated the island and found stirring water on the north eastern tip as we rounded from the west.  The Necky Chatham handled very well in these waters.  I felt a vague nervousness bordering excitement around the island.  It was challenging and fun.  When the three of us rounded the island, Ed and John were approaching in their tandem kayak.  I told Peter and Matt that we couldn’t let them paddle alone and urged them on to round the island once more.  It was the highlight of the trip as I maneuvered a second time around Peapod.  I was cheering and laughing as I paddled through the choppy waves.

Now it was time to dig in and make it back to Doe Island.  The daylight was dimming fast and we had headlamps but didn’t want any obstacles trying to find our landing space.  I pushed hard to keep up with the two singles and one tandem.  They were capable of greater speed than I and for the first time paddling with a group, I was becoming exhausted while attempting to keep their pace.  Albeit a significant challenge toward the end, I thoroughly enjoyed the accelerated skill level and strength of these paddlers.  We made it back under a dark sky lit below by a lovely campfire.  People were gathered around talking when we rejoined the party.  We pulled the kayaks into the land as far as possible and stacked them along the ridge to avoid the incoming tide.  It was a perfect ending to a spectacular and adventurous day.

On Sunday morning I woke to find a quiet camp.  I walked along the path to the field latrine and noticed giant black slugs every few steps.  I could hear birds in the distance singing a morning song.  It was a peaceful morning.  I was eager to try out my new Windpro camp stove.  I boiled water for coffee and tea and enjoyed how easy it was to use.  Marie, Amy and I talked over warm beverages before making our way over to the main gathering area.  A variety of bagels with a choice of cream cheese, nutella and orange marmalade was  followed by omelets with olives, pesto, cheese and crab.  Fresh mandarin oranges and apples accompanied the incredible spread.  After breakfast Saul and Eileen took off in their kayak towards Doe Bay.  Their gear was still at Doe Island clueing us in that they had to come back to pack.  I packed all of my belongings and started loading it into my kayak.

The original plan was to island hop each day, weather permitting, and tentatively we would head to Obstruction Island sometime today.  Not sure about the agenda, a portion of the group contemplated heading into Doe Bay to follow the organizer and discuss options.  Various people were packing their kayaks.  Lara, Peter and I were ready to launch and played in the surf while awaiting other to join.  As we waited the current continued to grow stronger and the wind increased, making it difficult to remain in one place for long.  We were not expecting rough waters and the journey was to be short so Lara had not donned her drysuit for the trip.  With the waves starting to come over the bow, she decided that she wasn’t dressed appropriately and starting paddling back to Doe Bay.  I rode the surf once more then paddled back to Peter.  We both started paddling in Lara’s direction, however she was far ahead and it was unlikely we would surpass her pace.

Peter and I were talking about how much fun the waves were and enjoying the turbulence.  I started to paddle harder to ride the surf and maintain control of the kayak as the protection from the island was no longer in effect.  The waves grew larger, crashing over my bow in steady increments.  I braced to look back towards Peter and he was not in view.  At first I was concerned that he had fallen into the water and I would need to turn back for an assisted rescue.  I waited to check again while on top of the swell and noticed Peter far behind, closer to Doe Island.  I looked ahead and found Lara too far in the distance to catch.  I didn’t feel that turning back toward Peter while in the rough water was a good idea.  I had to continue paddling intensely to maintain my direction since I was at an angle to the incoming waves.  The stern kept pushing out forcing my kayak parallel to the waves.  I steadily braced and edged while using sweep strokes to hold my course.  I started to feel very nervous and inexperienced for the steady waves tossing me around and crashing over my bow.  Another wave crashed over my bow sweeping my Gatorade from underneath the deck line.  My hands were trembling and I quickly started running through thoughts of training skills in my head.  Thoughts like: Should I brace into the wave or into the direction I was being pushed? Should I try to keep the waves directly behind me while traveling? Will I be able to complete a roll if I am knocked over?

I was continually scanning the shoreline made of steep rock walls and was concerned about completing a wet exit and re-entry prior to the small patch of sandy beach at Doe Bay.  All of my paddle time and skills practice was primarily executed in the safety of a calm lake.  I wished that I had more paddle time in rough waters.  Then this experience could have been embraced and the challenge welcomed.  I wished that another kayak was close by for safety.  I pressed on, trying to relax since tense form would not assist with my stability.  Just then, another large wave lifted my stern and pushed it forward.  I was forced parallel and beyond, almost facing away from my intended destination.  I braced hard and was able to stabilize my kayak and continue paddling.  It felt like I just caught air if that is even possible.  I aimed for shore and paddled with every ounce of my strength.  Somehow, I made it safely and without incident.  I was shaking from fear which turned into relief as I reached shore.

Once I was on shore I talked with Lara about the safety of other kayakers and my concerns about their solo journey.  The group was mixed with some experienced paddlers and some fairly new kayakers without open water experience.  I was concerned about the possibility that a kayak may get tossed on its side and not have anyone close by to assist.  I had a radio from Saul but no one else in the group had one to receive communication.  We watched as individuals appeared in distant intervals.  It appeared that the kayakers in tandems were much more stable than the single kayaks.  I was relieved when the majority of kayakers made it safely to Doe Bay.  The wind was increasing and traveling in these conditions was not recommended for the mixed skill level.  We listened to the marine weather report which stated heavy gusts were expected in the surrounding area.  An expert kayaking instructor from Orcas Island warned that it was like a wind tunnel in Obstruction Pass, our final destiny.

Saul and Eileen arrived from the hot tubs and we all waited for any remaining kayakers.  A few stayed behind at Doe Island.  Saul and Eileen had to return in their tandem kayak to gather gear.  Once everyone reunited, the group decided to carpool to the opposite end of Orcas Island to bring back our vehicles to the Doe Bay resort.  This way we would at least have our vehicles while we waited for the winds to decrease or have the option to camp overnight on location.  After the last vehicle made its way back to the Doe Bay resort area we secured our kayaks to the vehicles then we gathered for sandwiches.

During lunch a few people started talking about leaving early to make it home in time for July 4^th fireworks instead of staying another night.  With the current weather conditions, it was looking like we would have to stay at Doe Bay.  I had already planned the trip months prior and really wanted to enjoy my vacation time.  I love kayaking and camping and was looking forward to another night away from home.  Even if I wasn’t able to kayak anymore, I still wanted to enjoy my camping experience.  Amy, my carpooling partner and I both agreed that we wanted to stay and celebrate the 4^th of July on the island.  A couple other people showed interest but decided against staying since their carpooling partner wanted to leave.  Ed decided to stay leaving three of us on the final evening.  The rest of the group hastily took off to make the 4:00pm ferry.  Before leaving, Saul left his parking pass and the campsite voucher he had already reserved.

Ed, Amy and I unpacked our camping gear once more and hiked down the trail to the minimalist campsite.  The footprint of each tent just squeezed into the designated area.  Cozy and quaint, it was perfect.  Camp was set up so we decided to visit the hot tubs and sauna.  Relaxing and enjoying the beautiful surroundings, I was in great company.  I was thrilled to share the last evening with Ed and Amy.  They were both kind and wonderful companions.  It turns out that Ed was the assigned chef for the Sunday evening group meal.  For dinner Ed prepared a mouthwatering dish of chicken pancetta.  Amy and I helped chop fresh garlic and ginger amongst other ingredients while Ed sautéed batches of items then brought them together for the final flavor infusion.  I have to give the best camp meal award to Ed.  The dish was divine.  I felt incredibly spoiled by his cooking talents and fortunate to have been the one who stayed to devour the creation.

As we finished eating, a family who had been enjoying a campfire and s’mores offered their remaining ingredients for our dessert.  We thanked them and moved to the split wood benches near the campfire.  I poked the embers and added a few pieces of wood to rejuvenate the flames.  I searched the area for three sticks for our marshmallows.  Sitting around the fire, the three of us talked candidly and roasted our marshmallows.  I have to admit that I like mine charred severely, so that they external surface area is engulfed in flames before blowing it out, just before it falls off the stick.  I scraped the blackened marshmallow from the stick, placing it over the piece of chocolate on a graham cracker, enclosed the s’more with another graham cracker and bit down-squishing the melted combo beyond the sides.  Everyone’s fingers were gooey, lips encrusted with graham cracker crumbs and creased with chocolate.  This was going to be a memorable 4^th celebration.

We cleaned the area while the last pieces of wood burned to ash before heading to soak one last time before nightfall.  Just as we were leaving the hot tub deck we could see tiny flashes of light far in the distance.  What amounted to something that looked like the size of a stoplight was a fireworks display miles away.  Miniscule flashes of light could be seen, yet I could not hear the blast.  We ended on that note and headed back down the trail for the night.  Although we anticipated making the 8:30am ferry, we woke early and made the 7:30am boat back to Anacortes.  On the ferry Ed shared the leftover chicken pancetta for breakfast.  It was a delicacy as a cold pasta dish.  The extra night was a unique and dynamic experience that I had not anticipated nonetheless, truly appreciated the opportunity to get one on one time with Amy and Ed.  I will remember the moments we shared and look forward to another adventure in their company.

I learned a lot on this adventure.  Communication is critical for the safety of a group.  Discussing options and agenda throughout a tour is essential.  I had certain expectations and failed to communicate my thoughts prior to launching, which ended up in a potentially dangerous situation.  I would like to acquire a VHF radio to communicate with other kayakers or contact alternate personnel in case of emergency.  I also feel like I would like to partner up with another kayaker when traveling any open water.  You never know when the circumstances may shift and you may need the assistance of a kayaker in close proximity.  It would be helpful to study additional navigation charts and tide information prior to a group trip.  I had charts, and basic navigation skills from a Kayak Academy course, however it takes time and hands-on experience prepping for a journey to truly grasp all of the concepts. I am thankful for this incredible experience and look forward to applying my new skills to my next trip.

Equipment

Kayak: Kayak: Necky Chatham 17

Paddle: Werner Premium Camano with Werner Skagit spare

Spray skirt: Snapdragon

Accessories: Peaked Deck Bag, Bungy Paddle Leash and Sea Tec Tow Line all from North Water

Camera: GoPro Waterproof Camera

PFD: Kokatat Orbit

Clothing: Kokatat Women’s SuperNova Paddling Suit, 2 mm Neoprene gloves

Footwear: Chota Posi-Lok High Top Zip Bootie

Roofrack: Thule Hullavator

Paddle float, float bags and bilge pump

Waterproof Stuff Bags

Tent

32 degree Sleeping Bag

Self-Inflating sleeping pad

Camp Stove + Fuel

Headlamp

Collapsible Cup and Bowl + Spork

Cook System

Toiletries

Wicking clothing + waterproof hiking gear

100oz.Bladder-Full

3 100oz. water bladders

10 essentials+

Sunblock

8 Fresh Tomatoes, Black Beans, 4 Mandarins, Chocolate with Chili Pepper, Naan, Dried Chili Flakes, Tuscan Spice Blend, Cumin, Coriander, Coffee & Tea, Mojo Bars, 3 Orange Gatorades, Red Wine bags, Dehydrated Blueberry Cheesecake, Dehydrated Organic Brownies, additional dehydrated Lasagna…just in case.

Getting Started: Puget Sound Challenge Leg #8

Date: 12 Aug 2010 Comments:0

Melissa Spangler’s Journal

Puget Sound Challenge: Leg 8,   Steilacoom to Luhr Beach

For the eighth leg of the Puget Sound Challenge, I had many new items to try out.  This was my first experience in the Necky Eliza, a kayak designed specifically for women.  I had an SD card for the GoPro camera and, unlike last time, conducted test shots the evening before the challenge.  North Water supplied an array of safety gear including a variety of deck bags, a paddle leash, different styles of towlines and Paddlebritches for stowing my spare paddle.  Since this particular event was only 12 nautical miles and the kayak was scheduled for swap directly after the challenge, I opted to minimize outfitting until the next event.

Overcast mornings are quickly becoming my favorite times for paddling.  This event required a bit more prep time to test the spray skirt and footpegs on the Necky Eliza.  After using the Chatham with a skeg, I remembered that the footpegs adjusted differently with a rudder.  The footpegs could not be used in the same manner for leverage like a kayak without a rudder to edge or assist with steering.  Instead, the footpegs maneuvered to operate the rudder, moving with each flex of my foot.  This was the first kayak I used with a rudder that had pivoting footpegs with levers at the toe to press for controlling the rudder (rather than sliding rudder pedals).  The Snapdragon spray skirt fit perfectly snug, yet was still removable with one hand.

I had a difficult time reattaching the tight neoprene covers over the hatch once everything was packed in the kayak.  I attached my new North Water Bungy Paddle Leash, towline and peaked deck bag.  Since this event was only 12 nautical miles, and I had to return the kayak directly after the Puget Sound Challenge, I decided not to attach too many extras.  I never thought I would be using the term “only” in front of 12 nautical miles.  I have come a long way on this exciting journey!  The peaked deck bag was the perfect addition to the kayak.  I was able to store snacks and a drink within reach, rather than securing items in the hatches.  At the break, I was able to access my food without sorting through the remainder of my gear stored in the kayak.

This eighth leg of the challenge was calm and peaceful.  The overcast sky cast created perfect conditions for paddling without overheating.  I viewed some interesting landmarks on the first half of the trip.  Close to the launch area, we passed a small ferry dock which connected passengers via a small ferry to McNeil Island where the McNeil Island Corrections Center is located. Now a state-run facility, it was once a federal prison noted for infamous inmates Robert Shroud, the “Birdman of Alcatraz,” and Charles Manson.  Just south of McNeil I viewed a beautiful expanse of land, lush with trees, known as Anderson Island.  I was relaxed, enjoying the amazing views and taking multiple shots with my new camera.  On my left I noticed materials piled on a dock.  As I approached closer, the items were charred and the connecting boat moorage dock was blackened and burned severely.  I decided to get a shot with my new GoPro camera to see how the details would show once I downloaded the images from the SD card.  Continuing along the shoreline, I watched intently as Shawn demonstrated multiple hand rolls.  He was able to roll completely, without a paddle.  I was impressed and aim to successfully follow in his footsteps for a complete hand roll.

Shortly thereafter, we approached a small beach front, ideal for landing to enjoy lunch.  I pulled my kayak out of the water and found a nice piece of driftwood to sit down on and stretch my legs while eating lunch. Earlier, when I tried to stretch my legs in the kayak I noticed that my toes pressed against the bulkhead.  I am finding my preference leans toward a longer kayak with more storage and leg room, and I like a slimmer outline which creates less resistance while paddling.

After lunch, everyone started prepping to relaunch.  The overcast skies masked the sun, making it difficult to see clearly when I was repacking my hatches.  I took my sunglasses off and set them on the back deck of the kayak. Once everything was in place, I settled back into my cockpit and secured my sprayskirt.  I pushed off and took a couple of strokes before realizing that my sunglasses were missing.  I began to reverse paddle immediately to beach my kayak.  I hopped out and started checking the deck of the kayak with no luck.  I secured the kayak on shore and started re-opening the hatches to search for the lost sunglasses.

Shawn reversed course as well and started to help me look along the shoreline.  He was combing the shore and path near my launch area while I sorted through my front and rear hatch.  Ordinarily, I would have shrugged it off, however I received the sunglasses from a dear friend when we were at Thumrait, Oman in the Middle East.  Somehow, I managed to keep them since 2003, and it was far more a sentimental than a monetary loss.  I was a wreck, searching and walking into the water where I had paddled a few strokes.  Just as I was going to call it quits, I started walking toward Shawn once more and noticed them in a few feet of water close to the shoreline.  It was a grand find and it made my day.

I hurried back to my kayak to catch up with the other paddlers who were already a short distance ahead. I enjoyed paddling with quick, strong strokes to reconnect with the group.  They were circling a large mass of concrete which was split down the middle. I could see the rebar reinforcements holding the structure together.  It was a haven for birds above, and I imagined it had an abundance of marine life below the surface.

I continued paddling and found our group surrounded by seals.  Seal eyes would peek curiously from the water then they would sink and resurface several yards away.  I counted dozens of seals in the immediate area.  They seemed comfortable with our presence.  We sat for a few moments without paddling and more seals appeared.  Bob was telling Lesley’s nieces an interesting fable about the “killer seals” found in the Pacific Northwest.  I’m not sure that they bought into his story, but they weren’t keen on getting too close to the marine life either.

I listened to the flocks of birds singing ahead near the Nisqually Delta.  The Nisqually Delta National Wildlife Refuge was created in 1974 for the protection of migratory birds.  I felt lucky to see this amazing variety of birds present just a few yards from where I paddled.  They congregated near the mudflats as well as in the saltwater marsh. Jackie was incredibly knowledgeable about the area and filled in many details about our surroundings.  Once again, the ending neared rather quickly.  Luhr Beach was just ahead and the eighth leg was nearly complete.

Each kayaking experience has been rewarding and educational.  I had not contemplated the expanse of wildlife and nature that I would encounter by taking on the Puget Sound Challenge. Sea kayaking is so much more than paddling.  It is a lifelong enhancement with an endless amount of beauty within my surroundings and I am fortunate to share it with the people on these outings.  Thank you, Olympic Kayak Club for having such a fun and compassionate group.  I truly enjoy your support and shared knowledge.

Equipment:

Kayak: Necky Eliza Polymer, 15’ and rudder-equipped

Paddle: Werner Premium Camano with Werner Skagit spare

Spray skirt: Snapdragon

Accessories: North Water Peaked Deck Bag, Bungy Paddle Leash and Sea Tec Tow Line

Camera: GoPro Waterproof Camera

PFD: Kokatat Orbit

Clothing: Kokatat Women’s SuperNova Paddling Suit, 2 mm Neoprene gloves

Footwear: Chota Posi-Lok High Top Zip Bootie

Roofrack: Thule Hullavator

Paddle float, float bags and bilge pump

Getting Started—Puget Sound Challenge Leg #6

Date: 11 Aug 2010 Comments: 1

Melissa Spangler’s Journal

Puget Sound Challenge Leg 6— Point Defiance Park to Portage via Quartermaster Harbor

The original course for Leg 6 (which was held after Leg 7) followed the east shoreline of Maury Island rounding its northern tip to Portage.  We were concerned about the weather so we opted to make the crossing from Point Defiance Park to Vashon and paddle through Quartermaster Harbor, the protected body of water between Vashon and Maury Island, until we reached Portage. The 6^th leg of the Puget Sound Challenge went off without a hitch.  It was a clear morning with partly cloudy skies and warm temperatures.  This was my second extended outing with the Necky Chatham 17 and Snapdragon spray skirt.  I like the way this kayak handles and felt at home once I was on the water.  The only setback I found was the weight of full-size rotomolded touring kayak.  It was simply too heavy for me to load and unload comfortably without assistance.

Puget Sound was peaceful and gave no trouble throughout the first crossing.  As we paddled into Quartermaster Harbor, the water remained calm, as if we were kayaking in a lake.  The interior coastline of Vashon and Maury Island was heavily populated with lush trees and vegetation and large well-kept waterfront homes.  The houses were immaculate and I noticed a landscaper string-trimming an expanse of inclined frontage so steep that it looked like he could tumble down the hill into the water.  The tide was low enabling me to view the underwater world and all of its treasures.  Since the paddling was relaxing and effortless through this section, I could focus on the beauty of the scenery surrounding us.  On other legs of the Puget Sound Challenge, I have found myself having to concentrate on keeping the kayak on line, turning, paddling in current and bracing.  This time I was able to relax and take in the view.

When we paddled into Portage the tide was so low that we had to land on a bed of mud.  My feet started sinking quickly with each step.  Sand dollars, mussels and clams lined the shore— I felt guilty hearing the crunch below each step as I carefully approached a line of rocks to settle in for lunch.  During our break, Marilyn shared delicious baked goods again, this time it was chocolate-chip brownies.  It was the perfect dessert and is quickly becoming a PSC tradition.

The launch was a little tricky. Getting out of the mud and back into the kayak was a challenge. Thereafter it was smooth paddling as we followed the shore back to the short crossing.  I started paddling with the front of the group, then eased back to the rear formation. I sped up and paddled to the leading kayakers again.  I was out of breath as I reached Bob and Tim.  It was a difficult task but also exhilarating as I had a good workout and a great view. I could see Mt. Rainier and the extended foothills trailing beside its enormous mass.

Before the crossing another boat passed creating a significant wake.  Tim and I dug in and paddled fast to surf the wake.  These small pleasures add excitement and uncertainty when my kayak is pushed forward then my bow is forced parallel with the waves.  I use each challenge as an opportunity to practice my new skill set and fine tune my technique. When I finished the 16 nautical miles of Leg 6, I had covered 100 miles of the 150 mile Puget Sound Challenge.  This has been a rewarding experience.

Upon settling in at home, I connected the cable from my computer to the new camera I’d taken with me. There were no photos saved in the camera. I discovered that the camera had no internal memory. It needed an SD card.  All of the photos were lost for the day and I was bummed but I took away another important lesson.  I am learning from a few tough moments throughout the Puget Sound Challenge that it is critical to test out gear prior to taking it on an extended paddle. Trial runs before any event are well worth the time.

Some of the additions to my checklist for kayaking are:

-Review the list of all required components

-Test equipment

-Check for proper fit

-Secure hatches

-Adjust foot pegs

-Balance the weight stored in the kayak

-Pack hydration and snacks

Although this is not a complete checklist, these are a few critical tasks which could have saved my time, prevented discomfort, aided with safety and made a more successful trip on previous legs of the Puget Sound Challenge.

Equipment:

Kayak: Necky Chatham 17

Paddle: Werner Premium Camano with Werner Skagit spare

Spray skirt: Snapdragon

PFD: Kokatat Orbit

Clothing: Kokatat Women’s SuperNova Paddling Suit with 2-mm neoprene gloves

Footwear: Chota Posi-Lok High Top Zip Bootie

Roofrack: Thule Hullavator

Paddle float

Float bags

Bilge pump

Notes from Christopher Cunningham, Sea Kayaker editor

Self-sufficiency while you’re out paddling starts with a good checklists at home. Having all the gear you need, knowing how to use it and making sure that it works will, as Melissa notes, save you trouble while you’re traveling. A few years ago I got to the beach for a long day trip with two big crossings only to discover I’d forgotten to bring my spray skirt. I had to cut a snug waist-sized hole in my cockpit cover to make up for the missing gear. On a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the South Pacific I forgot to pack that little fitting that my camera needs to attach to my tripod. I also started a 2-month trip without a spoon. That may seem like a minor omission, but for a guy who enjoys his cereal the early days of that trip trying to eat a breakfast of Grape-Nuts and milk with my fingers got things off to a bad start.

You can get a good start on using the checklist we offer on our web site. You can customize it to suit day trips, overnighters and extended trips. If you add anything new to your inventory of gear put it through its paces on a shakedown outing. When you get out on your own then, you’ll have what you need and you know it will work.

Getting Started—Puget Sound Challenge Leg #7

Date: 8 Jul 2010 Comments:0

Melissa Spangler’s Journal

Puget Sound Challenge Leg 7— Steilacoom to Pont Defiance Park

I showed up for the the 7^th leg of the Puget Sound Challenge with two new additions.  I brought along a Necky Chatham 17 and a Snapdragon Spray skirt.  The order of the 6^th and 7^th legs were actually reversed, with this leg occurring prior to the official 6^th leg.

When I tested the spray skirt, it fit perfectly.  Snug, but I was still able to release with one hand.  This leg, at 8 nautical miles, was the shortest scheduled paddle thus far in the Puget Sound Challenge.  The morning started with a light drizzle, overcast and low cloud coverage.  The nice part about paddling in overcast, rainy weather is that I don’t seem to overheat as much as I do on the blue-sky, picture-perfect days.  I always appreciate the rainy days, especially since it doesn’t hinder me from being outdoors.  These days have more character and intrigue.

The group pace was relaxed and we kept close to shore.  One of the kayakers whom I’d met for the first time during this paddle had a fast pace.  She was creeping ahead of the group and I took the opportunity to learn more about her while I kept up.  I was engrossed in listening to her interesting stories about protecting the waterways.  I practiced a low brace as I peeked behind me, toward the group and noticed that we were far ahead of the group.  We decided to wait for the others to catch up before moving ahead.  I’m not sure if the Chatham was enabling me to increase my speed with its slimmer build than previous Necky models or it was a combination with recently acquired forward paddle stroke techniques assisting me to accelerate the kayak.  Whatever the case, I am becoming faster on each leg of the challenge.

This kayak was much more comfortable and supportive of my lower back than the previous Greenland-style model I’d used.  I practiced paddle strokes with and without the skeg deployed.  I tried some new training techniques and felt really comfortable on this paddle.  As we neared the Tacoma Narrows bridge, we noticed what looked like an upwelling initially then appeared to be excessive air bubbles near our path.  Some kayakers steered around the area while others paddled directly through the disturbed water.  One kayaker suggested that it might be a whale getting ready to surface.  As we waited, no whale appeared so we continued north.  Moments later, we heard a shriek as a scuba diver surfaced right beside one of the kayakers, startling her.  It was certainly unexpected, since no dive boat nor dive flag was visible in the surrounding vicinity.  We laughed about the incident and continued on, seeking our next adventure.

A steady rain started to fall and I noticed a magnificent fog gathered around the Tacoma Narrows bridge.  I never imagined that I would be kayaking under this immense bridge before riding over it by vehicle.  It was an amazing structure that loomed overhead.  I could hear the cars above in the distance, whooshing by, creating a unique sound when tires connect with the bridge surface.

A multitude of seals surfaced throughout this leg of the Challenge and watched as our group paddled through their front yard.  They always seem curious and kind but cautious.  Hundreds of clear and orange jellyfish also populated the waters.  Although I hesitated to roll with the quantity of jellyfish nearby, I was in awe by the way they shimmered with their translucence.  Along the shoreline I saw the Chambers Bay golf course where the U.S. Amateur Championships will take place this year.  It was extremely hilly but lacking any trees.  It looked challenging to say the least.  We contemplated whether we would have the best seats in the house if we paddled offshore and watched the professionals play in August for the upcoming tournament.

Farther down the shore we passed a unique strip of homes on stilts.  These homes just south of Point Defiance Park have no access road and no new development is allowed on this protected section of waterfront property.  They were cradled on the edge of a very steep incline and supported by wood piles over the water.  I was intrigued by this quaint little waterfront community.

Before I knew it we were rounding the last portion and arrived at Point Defiance Park.  We landed at Owens Beach.  Marilyn made brownies and shared them with all of us.  They were delicious and greatly appreciated after a rainy-day paddle. Before taking our kayaks back, Shawn, David and I practiced a few rolls, carefully avoiding the jellyfish.  The water was cold and I was getting soaked quickly.  I attempted the butterfly roll again and this time actually fell out of the cockpit. The new spray skirt released without my assistance.  I was troubleshooting with the guys, not sure about what was causing this since this was the first occurrence.  I may need to adjust the foot pegs prior to my next rolling session to ensure secure placement in the cockpit.

After the practice session we carpooled back to our vehicles.  I found my truck had been broken into and my phone, bag with change of clothes, hiking backpack, overnight pack, kayak cart, and many work-related items were missing.  We reported the incident then Bob, David and Shawn helped me tape up my open window to prevent any additional rain from  soaking the interior.  Hank helped by retrieving my kayak from shore and bringing it back so I could load it on the truck. For all of us it was an unfortunate end to the day’s paddling.

Equipment:

Kayak: Necky Chatham 17

Paddle: Werner Premium Camano with Werner Skagit spare

Spray skirt: Snapdragon

PFD: Kokatat Orbit

Clothing: Kokatat Women’s SuperNova Paddling Suit with 2-mm neoprene gloves

Footwear: Chota Posi-Lok High Top Zip Bootie

Roofrack: Thule Hullavator

Paddle float, float bags, bilge pump

Notes from Christopher Cunningham, Sea Kayaker editor

There is always some risk to leaving our car untended at a launching site parking lot. You can make your car a less appealing target by parking in an area that is in full view and well lit. Don’t leave anything you can’t afford to lose in your car. You may not need your wallet or purse, iPod, cell phone, etc. while you’re out paddling, but your car is not a locker or a safe deposit box. As kayakers we have an advantage over many other outdoors enthusiasts who don’t have the ability to carry their extra belongings with them. All you need is a good dry bag to carry your things aboard your kayak.

I’ve put up with five break-ins into my cars over the years and I’m glad that none occurred while I was out paddling. I’ve lost a woodworking router, a few handfuls of change that I keep in the ashtray, a bag of Doritos and a checkbook. I left the checkbook in my car at a mountain trailhead. Thieves punched out a window, found my checkbook in a backpack tucked under the seat and immediately went on a two-day spending spree. I reported the loss of the checkbook to my bank so I didn’t lose any of my funds, but for two months I had to file affidavits with stores that had taken forged checks without checking ID. Now all I leave in my car is a spare set of clothes to change into for driving home, a pile of maps, jumper cables and tie-down straps. I leave the glove compartment and the console open to show I have nothing stashed there.

The handful of times some Neanderthal has busted into my car hasn’t amounted to any significant losses in 30 years of leaving my car behind while I enjoy the out-of-doors. It has been a small price to pay for access to the wilderness and the water.