Hey, I'm back!

I realized after a few months blogging in various formats that I would still like to blog about my artistic process and review some stuff. I still have this space and might as well use it.

It's early September. Traditionally it's the "hat season," when I ramp up production of hats for the Yule season. And I am, working on hats, that is.

The above hat sold as soon as I posted a little video of it on facebook.

This hat shipped to Japan recently.

The hats are selling, but my attention is somewhere else.

I've found a market for sea glass. There's two things to my advantage in the sea glass market. Firstly, I live in an area that has a lot of old glass on the river shores. And secondly, I'm in training and so paddling a bunch by myself. When I'm alone I can easily land over and over to poke around between the low and high tide lines. Two birds in hand, so to speak.

 

This pursuit has given me great pleasure. I'm out on the river training, paddling hard against the wind and tide, and collecting. I've always been a collector of sorts but have forced myself to shed many of my collections through etsy. Etsy has allowed me to send my treasures to new homes where I know they will be valued. So I can collect, but importantly, NOT KEEP.

Three birds. I've got my ducks in a row.

Some random shots from recent trips to Southport

just a silly slide show from last week

Coach

A tropical paradise, eh? Our coffee destination on Bald Head Island.

Live oak out the guest room window at Coach's house near dawn

I heart this bunny sculpture seen in Coach's neighborhood

A range light at the northern tip of Oak Island

The channel between Bald Head and Oak Islands

View from water front at Southport

Same range light, from the ocean side of Oak Island

Can you see this fog-bow? The "pot of gold" is the marina at Southport. Coach hit the jackpot!

The other end of the fog-bow

I have noticed a trend

I once practiced an esoteric sport with few participants and all those most likely crazy. It is a gear-heavy sport; one where each piece of gear is designed to either protect one's self or break one's opponent.

me, leaving the field 2005 credit bogpages.com

Krov and I back to back 2006 credit bogpages.com

Keegan, myself, and KooKoo 2001 credit bogpages.com

Notice the elaborate equipment? The gear alone could take a gal two years on average to build and acquire. She might make some herself while relying on more experienced fighters, advising during the building and buying phase. Regardless of how she came up with all her other gear her helmet would have to be purchased, because very few people have access to the kind of equipment needed to shape and weld 12 gauge steel. My particular helmet, which I am rather proud of, was custom made for me by Johann Blau. It is a dinky little thing, an "English Lobster Pot."

So now I no longer fight but I still have a sport that is equipment intensive. I mean, look at this:

Okay, I KNOW your attention was grabbed by the bright red English phone box! So I cropped it out. Now, *look* at "Coach." If ever there was an embodiment of well-used and worn equipment it is on this guy. He is wearing the BCU (British Canoe Union) standard for every last item. Each piece has a function, a purpose.

When I first found this photo while editing my pictures from a recent trip to Southport NC, it rang a bell. A loud bell, or maybe that sound was the boom of a battle-starting cannon...

I really am a gear-head. Holy cow, Gulfstream Dennis is right! I have some weird gear-fetish. The buying, the maintaining, the using, of said gear bringing me great satisfaction, even joy.

Well, it could always be worse. At least it's not drugs or alcohol, or gods-forbid, cigarettes. Even chocolate is not as dear to my heart as my boats. What a strange life I have. I hope you, my dear reader, are entertained in some small part.  There is a phrase that I feel embodies my style, my gear-style: it is an Italian phrase "Bella in Selle," which means "beautiful in the saddle." It is a term applied to cycling but in this case I think it fits paddling as well.

Welcome to my beautiful life. I hope you enjoy the tour.

Sorry for falling silent

I am still battling exhaustion gathered while on a long road trip that included rough water training with Dale Williams and Tom Noffsinger. For whatever reason, by the time I got home, six days after starting my journey, I was wiped out.

Week long trip down the East Coast

The link to the above photos will hopefully work. The album is unedited so the photos are "raw." I do not normally allow my pictures to go up without processing but in this case I decided it is a genuine reflection of my experience.

It has been hard for me to convince myself that I needed to talk about my week-long foray into the kind of water I am unused to paddling.

While hind-sight is 20-20 I had no illusions going into the trip about my skills, or lack thereof. I was not surprised the first time I flipped, or the 5th time either. My boat performed admirably, but I did not. My take aways are:

Tybee Island is amazing, wonderful, and surrounded by amble big water.

I need a full-on drysuit. My Kokatat paddler's suit held up but I did get some water in at the neoprene neck.

I suck. I need to seek rough water out for mucho practice.

I held my braces too long and was too tense on the first day. By the second day I was throwing down brace-forward stroke-brace and stayed upright  much better. By the third day I did not flip even once. The third day I was more relaxed because I was so exhausted, ha ha. Brian said "you should be tired when you go home," and I was.

Actually, I was so tired I did not make it back out on to the water until the following Sunday.

Wednesday trip from Marshall Hall

Wednesday I met up with CKA at a launch on the Maryland side of the Potomac at Marshall Hall. As with many of Chuck's launches, there is no fee to put in, but also few facilities. The pair of ramps and pier seem well maintained. Our plan was to paddle some miles, and then enter Dogue Creek, stop at Washington's Grist Mill for a tour and lunch, before returning to Marshall Hall. This trip would lead us in a circle, only in Dogue Creek would we return the way we came.

There was a porta-john but it was truly the dirtiest one I have ever seen. But after coffee and the 45 minute drive...that was the first time I have used one of the individually packaged santi-wipes that are in my boating box. Ugh. A reader might gather that I must have been really grossed out to mention it on my blog. Anyway, I advised the other ladies to use the bushes, the outdoors is a much cleaner place.

Moving on,  we launched well, and headed up-river to view Mount Vernon and the Virginia side of the Potomac. The winds were predicted to be fairly mild but they grew stronger as we paddled. Once we turned down river we stayed close to shore in order to shelter from the wind. We entered Little Hunting Creek but found the wind as fierce, if not more, than on the main river. After some house envy touring, dream purchasing ideal houses, we went back to the main river.

As we got to Dogue Creek the wind turned fierce and gathering black clouds foreboding. We had nice rollers with white caps. Group consensus: run before the storm. So we skipped our goal of picnic and tour of the Grist Mill. Surfing the rollers back to launch was a thrill for me but apparently not so much for the other paddlers in less ideal boats. I think Dennis, in a CD Gulfstream,  and I got the best rides.

When I mentioned at lunch that my boat was made for these conditions several people said "Ah ha! So I really can blame my boat?!" To an extent, yes, many "day touring" boats are not made to take advantage of wave action. Even my CD Solstice is not as stable in following seas when she is empty of cargo. Pack 80 pounds of gear in her and the game changes. But that is another boat, another another story all together.

Lisa walking down to check out the launch

Marshall Hall's skeleton

 

My foredeck with a pile of gadgets

The water was smooth and there was just a light breeze as we launched

I think I was first on the water, unusual for me, I am usually among the last.

Lisa and me, Credit Yoshi 2014

Just a hint of the storm front that would drive us off the water later

Companions on the water

House envy touring in the canals off Little Hunting Creek, Credit Yoshi 2014

Leaving Little Hunting Creek, the current under the bridge can be a beast

Headed down river towards Dogue Creek

What's this? Kayakers love water and food. Not sure which is more popular sometimes.

Embracing my inner kayak-bum

Some one, Marc I think, said something about all the time I have to kayak now. I do, I do indeed have a bunch of time. I am spending a bunch on the water working on things like bracing and edging. I am focused on achieving an ACA assessment in the next year. Essentially by May 2015 I would like to know exactly where I am on a scale of 1 to 5. I have learned a lot this year but there is so much more to learn. I need to focus the most on rolling and boat handling. I realize that the list of what I do not have is far longer than the list of what I do have.

As a matter of fact, it seems like the more I learn the more I realize how little I know.


I wish every day was like this:

Credit RD Greene 2014

Credit Yoshi 2014

Credit Yoshi 2014

Credit R D Greene 2014

Next week I will go for another course of training, Open Water Skills at Tybee Island, GA. I am certain I will find out exactly where I stand. I am both excited and anxious. It all comes down to only one person, me. Paddling is a personal challenge with no opponent. After all my years of European martial arts I think I embraced sea kayaking as a way to challenge my skills without having to defeat any one. It is a zen thing for me, meditative and yet physical, very like yoga. 

Wish me luck!

Return to Nanjemoy on Sunday

On Sunday our plans to paddle from Jonas Green out to the Thomas Point Light where cancelled due to high winds. Andy (WKC) suggested Nanjemoy Creek, which made me laugh. But then I considered the reputation of the Creek as a birding spot. Knowing that going left would not lead us to bird life I suggested we leave Friendship Landing and paddle to the right into the narrowing creek.

We must have had two dozen bald eagle sightings. The place is "lousy" with them! At one point we watched an enormous eagle standing on the creek bank, clearly eating something. When she finally flew off her size was a little surprising. Because we were so close we really got a sense of just how big these birds are in real life.

Nanjemoy Creek definitely makes my list of desirable paddles.

There was a flock of about 12 fat white geese hanging out by this isolated and quite charming old farmhouse. You can just make them out next to the house. With smoke coming from the chimney, it was easy to imagine this house as heavenly.

A Saturday Spent Exploring Nanjemoy Creek

Saturday I went to a launch I had never been before, Friendship Landing on Nanjemoy Creek. I had been lucky to score a spot on this trip and was excited to paddle somewhere new. There were 30 CKA paddlers signed up, quite a crowd. 

We went to the left from the launch and went out into the large creek. We paddled first into the large creek but then turned left until we entered Burgess Creek. While the colors are peaking and it is quite lovely, I was a bit disappointed as there was not as much bird life as expected.

Still, a good day on the water, one of the last "wet suit" days. The dry suit will be a must starting this week due to falling temperatures.