The LBSB Expedition
...life with ~daniel~
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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Cadboro Bay

Call me crazy... but seeing as how I had the yak loaded, and all my gear in the van, I decided to take a second paddle at Cadboro Bay today. I wanted to practise my rolls and fancy strokes. Didn't go very far, out to Cattle Point and back. I'm feeling very relaxed in the water these days. Sure glad for the winter pool sessions, they've not only allowed me to maintain my current level of training but advance it.

Time on water - 3 hours

Brentwood to Bamberton

Decided to make the most out of a trip out to Brentwood so loaded 'Tassie' up on a borrowed van and off I went!

I paddled from Portside in Brentwood, over to the old Bamberton Cement Works and back. Wanted the exercise so I paddled full-out both ways, a bit cool and breezy but I was dressed for it.

Time on water - 3 hours?

Monday, January 26, 2009

Cormorants


Double-crested Cormorants (Phalacrocorax auritus)

It seems every little rocky reef and Islet that I love is also loved by Cormorants. I think I'll christen my first home-built kayak 'Cormorant'.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Pool Session

Tonight was another pool session and practise.

Practised:
Pawlata Rolls - both sides.
Upside-down Re-entries - both sides.
Cowboy Re-entries.
Balance Bracing - both sides, left side a bit weak though.
Screw/Storm Roll - not quite able to get this one yet.
Sculling - left and right, deep water and surface.
Sculling up to Greenland Lay-back Recovery.

Instructing:
Sculling and Lay-downs - goal to develop roll.

Time on water - 2 hours
Instructing - 1 hour

Saturday, January 17, 2009

D'Arcy Island

It's a thick fog out here at Island View beach. The kind of fog that, no matter how hard you stare into it... nothing... It's 1000 hrs. and I'm ready to go. Zippers are zipped, clips are clipped, velcro is velcro-ed, straps are... cinched... the VHF is on, volume low, squelch is set. I've calculated a bearing, and tried my best to compensate for the ebb tide and Northerly breeze coming down the channel. Some time circling in the sight of the beach warming up. 1030 - a deep breath, and I'm off for D'Arcy Island.
*
It's profound being this far out in the fog... three kilometers out I'd guess...
*
I feel the splash of a badly placed paddle and correct... I realize how tense I've become, especially in my neck and shoulders. I stop for a moment to do a little dance, way out somewhere, in the fog. I spin my kayak on the spot with big bow to stern and stern to bow sweep strokes. My torso is opening up and I can feel my muscles stretch. Flopping onto my side I submerge, and float slowly up into a balance brace, scull up and fall over to other side. I scull my kayak in circles with my eyes closed. I imagine myself in a beautiful white arena, softly lit. A man, his craft, and all the space he needs, rocking on the rich green ocean, hidden deep within the soundless curtains of the mist. I check my bearing, spin myself around, and settle into a good, long, muscle-stretching stroke. Relaxed.
*
...and a hint of blue.
*
As I paddle onwards the fog thins overhead, and the faintest glow of blue sky shows. The dimness is lit, a wall of white looms; and the whole seascape is unfolded in front of me, at 1130, just as I enter Hughes Passage - the gap between James Island and D'Arcy Island. I'm pleased that I'm within a few hundred meters of D'Arcy Island. The sky is bright glowing blue, it's sunny, and warm. The air is fresh and lung-filling. A breeze from the North tickles my left cheek.
*
...gazing out at Haro.
*
I've always loved sea-life... fescue, goose-neck barnacles, purple stars, leather-back chitons... so I guess it would come as no surprise that I absolutely live for the tiny little islets, and reefs that form at the wind and ocean ripped outer fringe of small islands. I'm bobbing here in a hidden cove, in a little islet, high walls protecting me, chawing a cold Eat-more bar. To my left, outside of Sidney Island - Halibut and Mandarte Islands. To my right Little D'Arcy. I decide to take a quick run out to Halibut Island to check on the Cormorants before continuing on to D'Arcy. Afternoon winds are picking up a bit early today.
*
...islets, auklets, and peanut butter bagels.
*
I return to the Northern tip of D'Arcy to begin a slow and full exploration of it's contours. A bit of current here, funneling in through Hughes Passage. I cross over to Little D'Arcy, a beautiful little island, flanked on the exposed side by sea-battered islets and reefs. More beautiful Cormorants, a lone Auklet, and myriads of other sea-birds that I haven't yet learned the names of. Put another scrape in the hull of 'Tassie' poking my nose into a squeezy little surge between two islets. Bit of 180 grit and a dab of enamel and she'll be right as rain.
*
The view out into Haro Strait from here is stunning... I drift along,and take it all in. The South end of D'Arcy is peacful and sheltered from the Northerly breeze and current. Time for lunch, at a little bay, sitting on a log, in the sun. Spent a peaceful half hour eating a Timmy's 12 grain bagel with PB, and a bowl of cold refried beans. I adjust my cockpit foam, and beach-comb for nothing in particular. I zip up my Drysuit, launch, do a few rolls and braces in the little bay and I'm heading North to finish my loop around the island. I recognize many of the landmarks that others have posted photos of on the WCP.
*
...James Island.
*
The crossing to the sand-stone cliffs of James Island, is directly against the current and wind. progress is slow, and for the longest while I'm not even sure I'm making progress but repeated shoulder-checks to D'Arcy show forward progress. Instead of my usual sprint crossing, I'm relaxing and taking my time, enjoying the rythum of my body, paddle, and the ocean. I can feel my whole body relax as I move along, big, easy, full torso strokes, paddle blade held close to the hull. Twice the ocean gets choppy, leaving D'Arcy, and later at the spot where the flow from Hughes Passage collides with Sidney channel's southern spill. I stop and rest in the lee of a large, drifting log, 16" by 20' long - we both float sideways to the current for a time. I stop on the sandy south Beach of James and stretch out, walking up to the crumbling cliffs to take a better look at a large tree that hangs, still living, by a sparse root or two, pointing out to sea. By the looks of the erosion here, I'd say James Island is disappearing fast - reclaimed by the same sea that laid it's foundations millenia before.
*
...barging up-channel.
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I'd estimate it's three kilometers up Sidney Channel and I'm using every trick I know to keep my lead in this race. Pump - pump - pump - pump - pump - my stroke is strong and my breaths are sharp. Slowly I pull ahead, zipping along in the sandy shallows, hooking towards the beach to get some speed, cranking edge-up over the sand as i steal every inch of depth I can, then launching back out. Halfway there I make good advantage of my lead - laying back onto my deck - blue sky and puffy little clouds lay over me... and i relax... in my mind I hear the captain chuckle as he nudges the big diesels up. I sit up, stretch side to side, front to back... and I'm off!
He's got a hair of a lead on me now... pump - pump - pump - pump - pump... I accelerate with quick, and deep strokes, then settle into a long stroke as I start catching the current on my bow. There's a 2-3 knot current against me, and it's feeling like a whole lotta exertion, but my reward is the free ride home - from the northern tip of James Island. I'm almost there, but leaving the shelter of the island, I'm into the turbulence, where the current piles up against, and flows around the island. The green and black tug, groaning from the weight of a barge-load of scrap metal, and the current against it, pulls away. I laugh and give the good Captain a tip of my hat. It's been fun :O)
*
NOTE - Before anyone jumps on me for playing stupid with barges - my VHF is on channel 16 - he is well off in the middle of the channel - and I'm safely out of reach in the shallows.
*
I exit the channel and bank to port on a sweep and planted paddle. The still-rising winds gust into my face. Across the northern end of James Island I find the most perfect surf rolling up and breaking. It's a shallow and sandy beach. Every perfect, cresting, three-foot wave is the same as the next, predictable. Even though I'm still feeling a pretty good burn from the sprint up the channel I can't resist some play time!I run out, face to the wind, and catch a wave in. Allowing 'Tassie' to broach, I lay down into the waves and let them slide me into the beach side-ways. First few times I ride in too far, and end up having to sweep around, right up on edge, trying to find some water deep enough to sweep a paddle in. Bump... I'm grounded... waiting for the next wave to lift me and carry me back out. Next time the winds are coming from the North, and there's a good ebb tide, I'll be out here, on the gentle, sandy slopes of North Beach, James Island. I'd be tempted to try it at the South Beach in Southerlies and a flood tide but there are those damn, kayak-eating boulders, marring the spotless sandscape.
*
I zoom along perpendicular to the beach - broaching waves bumping and twisting me - towards the 'big island', on nothing but a repeated extended and single-sided sweep stroke... If I'd had any doubts - and I'll admit I did - about the suitability of my shorty Greenland Paddle for rougher conditions, I'm over them! It's a pleasure to use.
*
At the the marker - before the final run home - I fumble with the GPS, trying to find the 'Power On' button, while bouncing, balancing and being spun in the turbulence. Frustrated I give up and stow it under my deck bungies - still off. I briefly considered the pleasure of hurtling the damn thing into the ocean... bloody electronica... while I admit their usefulness, I resent the distraction, and the infinitisimaly small buttons.
*
Time for my reward. Pump - pump - pump - sweeeeeeep and lean - a tight spin around my paddle, and the North-east point of James and I'm onto a wave. Wooohooo! 'Tassie's' nose dabs back and forth while I get the feel of the wave. I'd already powered myself out in earlier hi-jinx so I let the waves surge me forward, and pass, and surge, and pass. The wind is at my back, and the tide is with me. The sun is low on the horizon, over the Penninsula, the sky starting to show it's sunset colours of orange and apricot, with a hint of grape. There is enough warmth in the air for it to be comfortable. I ride these perfect waves into Saanichton Bay, skim out and around the end of Cordova Spit. The waves build over the shallow sandy bottom and become a whole lotta easy-rider.
*
Here I am - alone - on the most glorious January evening a man could imagine. The sky painted in deep dusky shades of purple and tomato red. I paddle out into the channel, grab a wave, and ride it back. I zig-out, and zag-back repeatedly as I'm carried South to Island View. I'm so happy I'm laughing. Today I have it all. Fog, sun, calm, wind, wild-life, chop, rock-gardens, solitude, challenge, sport, surf, sand, beach-combing, sunset, current... inner peace... solitude... and it is glorious.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Nootka posted this skill-set list on WCP.

courses to take:
-wilderness first aid
-marine radio licence
-rolling

surf skills to acquire:
-bongo slide in surf
-roll both sides
-spotting boomers well in advance
-following a bearing -
field repair of boats
-dis(re)assemble of white gas stove
-replace drysuit gasket

research:
-put campsites & water locations on charts & into gps
-research the tide levels
-research the danger points
-type pertinent guidebook info into computer & print it out.

knowledge:
-where the lighthouse & buoys mentioned in WX reports are
-WX transmission points & channels

practice runs:
-pack 3 weeks (or more) of food & gear into boats (make a diagram & laminate it)
-filter 10L (minimum) of water at one campsite
-catch & cook a rockfish
-hang food in a challenging spot
-paddle in the rain for a week
-learn how to keep the tp dry in the rain
-set up tent fly or tarp with minimal unpacking, then unpack gear into this shelter
-can you keep the hatch contents dry while packing/unpacking in the rain?
-do a food drop/pickup via post office
-set a point by point route in the gps, then transfer bearings & distance to paper
-practice paddling by compass & watch (1km = 10 minutes YMMV)
-navigate by chart, compass, and gps in the fog (no wind means no waves)
-calculate bearings while on the water (without getting the chart wet)
-don't freak out if a well-behaved black bear gets within 50 meters
-keep a weather log so you get a feel for forecast vs actual
-get up at 4 am so you can be on the water at first light & in camp by noon
-carry everything 100 yards to your boat (how many loads does it take?)
-position your boat properly so a rising tide floats your boat just after you finish loading
-on a rising tide, load the front of the boat first (end closest to water)
-load your boat and then slide it (branches, foam, etc) down to a falling tide
-practice moving slowly/deliberately ... you don't want to slip on a wet log and twist an ankle (or worse)

partnership:
-each person should listen to the morning weather report
-each person should have charts & know where the next campsite is
-each person should have a radio
-each person should have a tide table/graph

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Esquimalt Harbour

Decided to head out for a midnight peddle-paddle. Launched off the rocks below Four Mile, threw the kayak in the water, swam out to it and did an upside down re-entry and roll up. Despite being overcast there was more than enough light in the sky to see clearly. Temperatures were comfortable.

Paddled over to Weir's Beach and back... beautiful morning... and so quiet.

Not a single floatie in sight... thank gawd...

Time on water - 4 hours.

Monday, January 12, 2009




I'm in love... isn't this the most beautiful kayak you've ever seen? C'mon... it is.. it really is... well at least it is to me... Someday I will own this one!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Pool Session

Another very productive pool session. I'm comfortable doing the 'Pavlata Roll' on both my left and right sides now. Now I'm trying to turn it into a 'Screw Roll' by not extending my paddle, holding it in the neutral paddling position. This drastically reduces the leverage I have on the water and is forcing me to refine my hip movements.

'Balance Bracing' is silly easy now... makes a great party trick though ;O)

I've also started using nothing but a sculling movement to bring myself up to the point where I can do a layback roll onto the rear deck. It starts with a vertical (deep water) sculling motion and as the paddle works it way to the surface in gradual sweeps so do I. Very graceful way to get back up without a splash, barely even a ripple!

Started a game of 'Tag' with a couple of the kids in the pool that were looking bored. Had them chasing me around the pool. Not sure who was having more fun, them or myself. The wobbliest of the two was turning - and paddling - a hellavuh lot faster when he was in hot pursuit. He rammed me a couple of times, when he 'caught' me in a corner... it was soooooo funny...

I've been asked by an instructor and paddler with a life-time of experience to go paddling with him... hell of a compliment... and one that I may just take up!

So yeah... it was a GREAT night at the pool tonight.

Time on water - 2 hours



In OTHER News...










Deluge spills raw sewage onto beaches

Old and crumbling stormwater system designed to overflow at water's edge

By Rob Shaw, Times Colonist - January 8, 2009

Heavy rain and melting snow overwhelmed parts of Greater Victoria's sewage system yesterday, spilling raw waste onto beaches in Saanich, Oak Bay and Victoria.

Although the sewage was diluted with storm water, it presented enough of a public health risk that the Vancouver Island Health Authority posted signs warning people not to swim or wade into the water.

"Our best estimate is there could be a risk and you should be aware of the risk," said Richard Stanwick, VIHA's chief medical health officer.

People who come into contact with the contaminated water are at risk of an E. coli infection, he said.

Beaches stretching from Cadboro Bay in Saanich to Clover Point in Victoria were affected.
Much of the region's sewage and stormwater system is old and crumbling and was designed to overflow onto beaches when it exceeds capacity.

According to monitoring by the CRD, the number of stormwater discharges that rated a public health hazard hit a 13-year high in 2007. Yet despite the high ratings, the CRD cancelled its annual stormwater quality testing program last year, and refocused the money on finding pollution sources.

Stanwick has criticized that decision, as well as plans to build a $1.2-billion sewage treatment system, saying neither addresses the public health hazard of stormwater overflows.

"The real question is, if we're concerned about what tourists think and being upset with tampons on the beach, well folks, that's still going to happen," said Stanwick.

It's the responsibility of the individual municipalities to replace their old and crumbling pipes. Oak Bay, which is considered the worst stormwater and sewage offender, is slated to spend $10 million to fix its antiquated system.

rfshaw@tc.canwest.com
© Copyright (c) The Victoria Times Colonist

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Pool Session

WOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I did my first 'Pawlata Roll' (Pav-lah-tah) tonight! Over and over and over and over! It was the most amazing feeling!

Best part is, that once I learned this roll, I figured out how to incorporate it into a 'Balance Brace'. Gives me all kinds of options now. My favourite is the combination of an 'Upside-Down Re-entry' and 'Pawlata Roll' to upright.

Click on links below for video.
Pawlata Roll ---> http://www.kayakquixotica.com/video-section/standardroll.html
Balance Brace and Chest Sculling ---> http://www.kayakquixotica.com/video-section/LS-chestscull.html
Re-Enter and Roll ---> http://www.kayakquixotica.com/video-section/reenterroll.html

Time on water - 2 hours

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Cadboro Bay <--> Cattle Point (& Craigflower Schoolhouse)


Decided to get out for a New Year's day paddle. Met up with Derek and launched at Cadboro Bay with a Northerly wind and headed out to Cattle Point to play in the rocks. Lots of nice surges and breakers coming in over the reefs off Cattle Point. I love playing in them, especially with my 'greenland' paddle. Farther out the water was more intense, wind against the swells coming in from the East. The residual swell from the big blows that came through yesterday... A trip out to Chatham would have been an interesting proposition today, and there were about a half dozen guys meeting OTW for a run out there.

Would love to hear how they made out ;O)

Time on water - 2 hours


...and now that the sun is going down I'm going to go back out and play in the lights of the Craigflower Hotel for a few hours.
(edit - and I did.)
Time on water - 3 hours
Paradise is paddling...