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Trip Log Reports
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After the storm last night, we're a little slow off the mark. Note to myself, make sure from now on that tents are in a more sheltered location and pegged down as though a storm is coming, regardless of what the weather looks like. We'd have been much better off last night if I'd have done that. Once we start paddling, the wind picks up and for a change it's a tail wind. That helps at first, but it still builds waves that eventually begin to cause us concern. We round one of the points on Cantara Bay and pull in to wait for calmer weather. We
often had to paddle early in the morning or late in
the evening when the winds were calm. We soon
discovered that we only had about an hour to make
sure if the winds picked. After that, paddling
would get too rough. There's a number of interesting things to explore and the kids spend a lot of time batting rocks into the lake. The wind doesn't die down for quite some time, so we set up a tent quickly and get some more sleep. |
As the sun nears the horizon, the wind dies down enough that we decide to head out. It's a lot calmer when we start paddling, but half way across the bay to Turnor Point the wind and waves pick up again. Near sundown, we reach the point and are anxious to get around it, out of the waves. The point extends out into the lake quite a bit and we're not sure how far out we have to go to get past the rough stuff. We decide to cut it fairly short and risk some of the waves. Debra and Brendan go first and ride a few short waves through a gap in the sand shoal. I target a little deep channel with Kyle in the bow and it looks like my ride may go a little smoother until an unexpected wave comes up underneath us. Warning: If our kid's Grandma's checking the web site, she may not want to read the rest of this paragraph! When the wave hit us, I was paddling on a more diagonal angle than Deb. My position was absolutely perfect for surfing. Once the wave caught us, we picked up a tremendous burst of speed and had quite a wild ride for about 20 seconds. Kyle was airborne in the front of the canoe and his paddle couldn't reach the water. I was holding on to a low brace to keep the canoe from beginning to roll or bury the bow. Fortunately, I'd done some surfing in canoes before and knew what to expect. We survived the ride with no problem and Kyle wanted to go back and do it again. When we rounded the point, we were in much calmer water and headed for shore. |
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