Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
You had to be a bit careful that you didn't get a kayak torpedo into the side of you however I do believe there may have been one such event today. Just have to beware and constantly be looking behind you because there is likely to be more than a wave back there....up there....under there......
Friday, August 22, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Tony and I decided to paddle to Bell Island in Conception Bay Newfoundland today. There was drizzle and light winds on the 5+ km paddle over, however on the way back we hit 20 knot SW winds that were a nice workout with about a 1/2 knot of unfavorable current for the paddle back to St. Phillips. About 15 degrees celsius made for a good sweat and the cool rinse in the stream at St. Pillips made a pleasant end to the journey today. Thanks Tony!
On July 1st, 1916, 801 Newfoundlanders of the 1st battalion regiment in broad daylight jumped out of their trenches in "no where man's land" and advanced into point blank fire of the enemy, (the 119Th reserve, Infantry Regiment, part of the Wurttemberg, 26th reserve division) and with chins tucked down as if walking into a blizzard,they advanced and of the 801 that left the trench that day, only 68 remained after 30 minutes. Every time I look at the ferry that bares the name in honor of that battle, crossing the Bell Island Tickle of Newfoundland, I can't help but think of the brave souls who so bravely gave of their lives on both sides. Kayaking is a constant reminder of the many freedoms we enjoy in the out-of-doors and why we have it today.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Well ever now and then ya got to have a freaky picture. While we were cleaning our boats in the fresh water at St. Philips this evening after our paddle we were all bobbing around in the water so I thought I'd get a shot of "me mug" with my head and my camera under water. Man I wish there were better subjects for my underwater photo practise. The camera does work under water though.The camera is an Olympus 1030W and I still have to get use to it but the "odd" picture does come out!!!
A small stream enters the harbour near the dock in St. Phillips just past the bridge. Very lush and green. It has to be we just had three weeks of rain with 80mm expected in the next 24hrs. Yikes! May be paddling on the street tomorrow. Ralph and Tony after our refreshing practise.
Graham showing how it is done on the waters of ST. Phillips. The water in the North West Atlantic was warmer today than any other day I've been in it. We were hoping to practise rescues and such in maybe level 2 conditions but the weather was much nicer.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
On the way to coffee yesterday morning there was a stray moose at the intersection of Higgins Line and Newfoundland Drive. Now moose do sometimes get confused and stray into city limits. Moose also are not that bright because they will hide their eyes behind a tree thinking that there whole body is covered as well and therefore hidden from onlookers or prey (Can't imagine too many prey other than man on the island)much like this calf was attempting to do.
There is an organised walk two evenings a week in St John's that runs to Sept. whereby two individuals from the community take you on an hour and a half hike around the innards of the city and embellish you with tales from St. John's crypt. A montage of ghost stories collected trough folklore over the years. The ambiance is further enhanced by the costumes of the narrators and the climate of St. John's which on most evenings is dense with an eerie mist, fog and light drizzle that ensures chills down the spine at least once during the hike. For a mere pittance of $5 you can't go wrong if nothing else you get exercise from the climbing of the many hills that encapsulate the downtown core. There is another walk dedicated to the tales of the criminal element and history of St. John's that I have found the better of the two. From deathly duals between gambling sea captains to drunken stupors by no less than Napoleon Bonaparte himself, who once visited the island and hated it. Apparently the ale didn't agree with him either, there seems to have been a dastardly rough and colorful history not far from the docks of the harbour.