Some highlights of milder paddling I've done:
I ran safety for a friend who is a professional tour guide. There may be a part-time business angle in this for us both. As a result I am now looking over plastic boats with an eye towards purchasing a small livery. I think four singles and a tandem would do it. If this pans out I will also need a trailer.
I think it is cool that we both have a red and white Current Design Solstice GTS. They look smart together.
Last Saturday I led an exploratory paddle from the beach at Leesylvania State Park, Virginia, to Mallows Bay on the Maryland side of the Potomac. It turned out to be about 9 miles each way. I timed the tides fairly well. We had 9 paddlers total, all very experienced.
When doing the "Ghost Fleet of the Potomac," I strongly recommend arriving near low tide. That way the iron spikes from the ships are more exposed, lessening the chance of an impaled boat. Even still, both James and Marc managed to run over a spike and scratch their boats. In Marc's case he just did not see the ship part until it was too late but in my husband's case he was pushing it. He was not as sad about the scrape as Marc was about his.
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| The crew heading past the last wreck we viewed that day. This one had metal that banged and groaned with every wave. Creepy. |
Even with the decent conditions I managed to make that back spasm that has plagued me since June come back. I had a fairly miserable return trip and required some assistance. One would think, if it was going to bother me, it would have flared up in Southport a couple of weeks ago. But no, it waited to rear its ugly head here on my home turf in relatively flat water. Infirmity is embarrassing.
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| Artsy shot the Lorax took of me |
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| Break on a beach |
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| Marc coming in for a landing |
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| Andy with the chart |
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| the Lorax, his usual self |
After the trip we all needed to head north so we stopped at Madigan's Waterfront for dinner. Marc, snapped this shot of us hanging out.
Life at home is a lot less exciting than Southport. Also, less exhausting. I can definitely appreciate being home, and my home waters. Oh lastly, look at these man o war stings now:
Egad, glad that was only a small part of my body! The sting marks feel like two-week old burns. I guess they are.
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