Feathers, Fungus, Flowers and bugs

In other words - another fabulous day spent on the water.

I left home at 4:20 a.m. to head back up to the White River on Saturday. This time there were only two of us and we were hoping to get on the water for the sunrise. It didn't happen, for a couple of reasons, but suffice to say it was cloudy enough that it didn't matter. Still, when we quietly pushed off at 7:17, we remained wrapped in a peaceful sensation of quiet and solitude that only early morning can bring. No one else was on the river.

My favorite reason for kayaking is that I can explore places along rivers where I cannot walk and it wasn't long before a bayou drew our boats away from the main channel and into its pathways for a little exploration. One oddity we found was that the bottom of the bayou looked as if someone had spread powdered magenta paint all over. Neither B nor I have ever seen it before and we have no idea what it was. My pictures don’t give a clear image, but I put them here. That said, we found plenty of opportunities to take pictures in the eight hours we spent on the river.

I don't recommend you try this...

unless you're crazy like us. We were warned about paddling this particular stretch of river, but the latest update was from 2001 and we wanted to see if it was doable. My friend Brent and I have been scouting the river the past couple weekends from different bridges and short forays into the woods and, from what we could see, the river was beautiful and required paddling. We also saw no evidence of deadfall or log jams. Mind you, we couldn't tell what it was like in the State Game area because there are no access roads and, although we figured there might be a few portages, we've paddled tough rivers before and 'we ain't skeered' of the occasional carry over. I think my friends and I are pretty hardcore paddlers and since we're willing to put ourselves through all sorts of paddling shenanigans, we decided to run the upper stretch of the White River from White Cloud to M-20. heh heh heh.....

Brent and I went up early to scout a couple more take out spots. Baldwin Bridge didn't seem like a long enough trip so we went one further and found the park at M-20. Perfect...not too far...not too short.

This is one of the sites we scouted, for next time.

Early morning has the best light for pictures and since that's what we like to do....

Here's our put in site. We thought the boils might be a fun place to play around when the water gets warmer. No sense risking a soaking in April.

Our first leg took an hour and 15 minutes - lots of riffles, fish, clear water, sunny and crisp. This river is beautiful - and no one paddles this? Wow! Have we found our new favorite river?



And look how blue that sky is. We never saw a cloud the whole day.

We came to this bridge thinking it was Baldwin Bridge and we were ever so grateful that we decided to go to M-20. We stopped for lunch and kept marveling at our good fortune in paddling this stretch. Yeah, and then all hell broke lose.

SIX hours and 20 portages later - we finally came across the real Baldwin Bridge. Holy crap! We counted 7 and Karen said if we hit 10 portages then Brent buys lunch. Lunch! And then we hit 10....then we hit 15....then I turned to Karen and said, "here comes 17," and she just rolled her eyes. No less than 20 portages and that doesn't count the ones where we simply refused to get out of our boats and bashed and bounced our way over log jams. We pushed and pulled and hauled and dragged our boats through the woods. Not just around the occasional log across the river. No, this river is C.L.O.G.G.E.D. with trees and deadfall and log jams. It was hard and exhausting work and today I am sore from my fingertips to the bottoms of my feet. We maintained our sense of humor and good spirits for the most part. We had to. There was nothing we could do except keep going because there was NO place to get off the river. (We talked about that before getting on though.)

I think these are some sort of pitcher plant and I swear they opened up as the day progressed. They were everywhere and we had plenty of opportunity to look at them on our woodsy treks.

Oh, and may I just say that every one of us was soooo wishing we had spotted a car at Baldwin Bridge. I can't say we enjoyed the last 45 minutes to M-20 because we just wanted off the river at that point. It was starting to get cold and windy and we sort of wondered if we were going to make it before dark. We did - with plenty of time to spare.

Still, this picture speaks volumes to me and is exactly the reason we paddle. I'm happy we paddled this stretch of the White....but we won't be going this way again. Well, maybe the stretch up to the first bridge. It really was beautiful and I'm sure we'll have plenty more exploratory paddles in the future, but not too soon. I need to recover from this trip.

Update: Sounds like we're paddling to an island this weekend for camping. My 5 y/o grandson is coming along. Ooooh, now how am I supposed to work when I'm excited about the weekend?

Doin' my 'favorite' thing!

Ah, yes. Saturday found me back on the water paddling for the first time since July when I sold my boat. Lucky me that I have friends who, for whatever reasons, own numerous boats they are willing to loan me.
It was just Brent and I, and that's too bad because it was a stunning Fall day with lots of sun and just enough chill to make me wear gloves, but not a coat. This day found us on the White River, one neither of us had paddled before. We spent a leisurely and glorious 4 hours floating/paddling down the river while enjoying what was left of the fall colors. Relatively easy river with lots of open water and enough riffles, rocks and downed trees to be avoided to keep the paddle interesting. I found Brent's kayak muuuuch easier to paddle than my old boat. I loved my Carolina, but it wasn't designed for the kinds of water I was paddling. Can't wait to get a new boat. Yea! A shopping expedition.

It's always a good when you're on the water.