Tuesday, June 30, 2020

The Fishhugger Slog From Elizabeth City to Kill Devil Hills -- Recap


I can no longer post to this blog with my phone, so real-time updates while I am paddling are only on Facebook (@journey of the fishhugger).  You can always see where I am in real time while I am paddling on my Garmin map page (the link is at the top of the blog homepage).

First, a quick summary: I made it from Elizabeth City to Kill Devil Hills in two days as planned, June 19 and 20.  It was a tough two days because of the weather.  Still hoping to paddle more in August, but no firm plans yet.

My planned route for the two days of paddling.  32 miles.


The two days of paddling are described below in more detail…

2020 Day 1 – Friday, June 19
The weather forecast for my two days of paddling was constantly changing.  When I woke up, I looked at the latest forecast and radar, talked it through with Chris, and decided to get moving.  I knew there was a chance of thunderstorms and planned to hug the shore when possible so I could get off the water if necessary.  I also knew I had to keep a close eye on changes in the weather.

About to unload the boat and take off from Elizabeth City on Friday.


The day started with crossing the Pasquotank River.  The line I took made it a 5.25 mile crossing.  A thunderstorm approached as I neared the far shore, so I boogied on across and took shelter for an hour while it passed.  

Had to hide from this storm on land for an hour.

Once the storm cleared, I set off again and worked my way into the Albemarle Sound, still hugging the shore.  The wind out of the SE (hitting me on the front right quarter) strengthened.  I made progress and did not feel the conditions were unsafe, but it was hard going. 

Most of the shore along this stretch was lined with marsh grass and jagged tree stumps in the water.  After a couple of hours (I think it was around 2:00 PM) I saw a small beach and decided to pull over for a break. The wind picked up more. I stayed there hoping it would drop by 6:00 PM – I needed about two more hours of paddling to make it to the spot I had planned to camp and sunset was at 8:41 PM.




Happy hour rolled around and I decided to stay there for the night.  I had only covered about 12 miles, not the 18 that I had planned.  It was a small beach but a nice spot to camp. 

Happy hour!


Nice spot to camp for the night.  Good view, short commute.


Among the plastic trash I cleaned up around the beach was an empty bottle of an “aloe and chia beverage.”  Really!?  I tried to picture the kind of person who buys an “aloe and chia” beverage and then throws the bottle away in nature.  You’re going to buy a drink like that and then throw the bottle out?  Really!?  Maybe it was an accident.  Maybe a lot of the plastic trash in our waters is an accident.  We just use and dispose of (properly or otherwise) way too much plastic.

Behold the rare Chia and Aloe beverage -- now plastic pollution.


The wind died down around 7:00 PM and biting deer flies showed up.  But there were also a lot of dragonflies and they landed on me, lying in wait to ambush the deer flies.  They catch them in mid-air and eat them.  Dragonflies catch 95% of the prey they target making them the most efficient known predator – their catch rate is twice that of great white sharks and four times that of lions. I watched the aerial combat for a while with a rum drink before hitting the sack.  




A thunderstorm passed in the night but I slept well.  The forecast for Saturday was not great. 

2020 Day 2 – Saturday, June 20
Saturday morning was calm and clear so I broke camp and packed the boat as fast as I could – I wanted to cover as much water as possible before bad weather blew in.  Didn’t even make coffee – the horror!  I got an early start and hit the water around 6:30 AM. 

Looks good for paddling Saturday AM.


A pod of dolphins passed by as I crossed the North River.  I had no idea they came this far up the sound.  When I got to the far side of the North River, I stopped at the spot where I had planned to camp the night before.  It would have been a good campsite. A nice wide isolated beach. 

After a break and a snack, I pushed off again. There was a bit of a breeze from ESE but I was in the lee of the land and had nice calm water for an hour or so.  That turned out to be the calm before the storm.

This turned out to be the calm before the storm.

Around 11:30 AM the wind jumped up like a switch had been flipped.  The water started getting choppy and whitecaps soon appeared.  The forecast had called for winds at 8 knots, but based on the Beaufort Scale, these were 10-15. 

It was blowing out of the SW, on my front right quarter making me work harder for forward progress.  As the wind continued to strengthen, I slogged forward and thought over my options.  I stayed relatively close to shore and constantly scanned ahead for places I could pull over.  I was nearing Point Harbor where the Currituck and Albemarle sounds meet (see map).  The waterfront was lined with homes.  The presence of homes would not prevent me from stopping if I really needed to, but the entire waterfront was either bulkheads or concrete rip-rap.  The waves were beating into the shore and there was no way I could land anywhere in this stretch.  I was getting tossed around and needed a break, but I had to push on towards the point.  I hoped there would be somewhere along the point I could stop.  There was also a new factor now – a big storm cloud in the distance moving my way.



As I got close to the point, things got hairy.  The wave size increased, and they were not all coming from the SE anymore, they were coming from any and every direction.  I knew from research and experience that wave action and currents can often be tricky and confounding near major points, but this was like nothing I had experienced.  The depth near this point goes from 9 feet to 1 foot in a matter of a few yards (see depth notations on the NOAA chart above), so all the wave energy was being forced to the surface.  Wave energy was also bouncing off the bulkheads on shore and reflecting back against the waves driven by the wind.  It was a mess.

It was easily the roughest water I have ever kayaked in.  I wasn’t sure I could get the boat through it.  My main concern was that I would get hit broadside by one wave while trying to manage another coming from a different direction.  I wasn’t concerned for my life (shore was not too far and hypothermia was not a threat), but I thought I might capsize or be knocked off the Fishhugger and get separated from the boat.  Waves broke across the boat and I was soaked from head to foot.  Having no choice, I pushed on.

Once I cleared the point, the seas reverted to 2-4 foot breaking swells, but predictably from the SW.  Now I was relieved to be in conditions that had scared me just 30 minutes prior.  As I came around the point, I could see that there was some calm water in the lee of the land but I could also see that the entire shore was covered by three foot bulkheads, making a landing impossible.  A loud part of my brain really wanted to go to the calm water and rest, but over my right shoulder the storm was making it’s slow advance towards me. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

I did my best mental calculation of how long the storm would take to reach me vs. how long it would take me to cross the Currituck Sound to Kitty Hawk.  I thought I could beat the storm.  The line I took was 3.3 miles – about an hour and 20 minutes at my normal pace.  Instead of resting, I took off to make the crossing of the Sound ahead of the storm.  It was rough all the way.  There was so much pressure on my rudder by waves and current that my fingers went numb holding it in place to keep my course. 



I really wanted to take some video in order to convey to folks what it is like to be in a kayak in those conditions, but I did not dare pull out my phone or occupy a hand with anything other than managing the boat.  I continued to take breaking waves over the boat all the way across the Sound, but after the crazy waves on the Point, I knew the Fishhugger and I could handle this.  It was just a matter of outracing the storm.  I made it to the far shore in 50 minutes, beating the storm by about 10 minutes.
 
I got to the Kitty Hawk shoreline and saw the protected entrance to a harbor serving homes and boat slips behind Shellbank Point.  I pulled in and breathed a sigh of relief and exhaustion.  The storm was very close now and lightning was visible.  So I did a little reconnaissance and found a vacant-looking home with a low dock.  I tied up the Fishhugger and took shelter under the house while the storm rumbled through. I was still soaked from head to toe and the wind from the storm was cool -- I started shivering in late June!  But I was glad to be off the water during the driving rain and frequent lightning strikes.

View of the incoming storm.
As I stood under the house looking out at the storm I felt something brush my leg and looked down just in time to see a very sweet and very old dog plop down right on top of my foot.  I gave him a pat and some kind words and he looked up at me with his wise, old, knowing eyes.  He kept me company during the four hours it took for the weather to clear.  It’s not the first time a dog has lifted my spirits on this journey and I’m sure it won’t be the last.


The rest is a bit anticlimactic after all of that.  I kept looking at the weather radar and talking with Chris trying to decide if it was clear enough to cover the last three miles to the take-out.  Finally, I decided to go for it and had an easy uneventful paddle to the public boat ramp at Kill Devil Hills.  A rainbow appeared during my last quarter mile of paddling.  It was 8 PM by the time I had the Fishhugger out and unloaded and Chris came to pick me up.  I was so glad to see her – could not do this without her support.

It doesn't show up very well, but a rainbow appeared as I finished out this leg of the Journey of the Fishhugger.
It was just two days of paddling, but I was spent.  I covered 21 miles this day, but man, they were tough miles.  The day had taken me pretty far out of my comfort zone.  But that’s something that a journey like this will do.  Indeed, it’s part of the point of doing it.

I hope to be able to paddle south from Avon in August or September of this year and will post an update if plans firm up.

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Saturday, June 13, 2020

Fishhugger 2020 Plans


Sorry for not posting for such a long time!

I have been on the verge of posting several times and then something happened that caused a fundamental change in circumstances.

First, a quick explanation for new folks (and others who might need a refresher):
My goal is to paddle the Intracoastal Waterway from Alexandria, VA to Key West by my 60th birthday (April 7, 2027).  I take as much time as my job and domestic calendar will allow each year and continue my way South.  I started in Alexandria in 2016 and made it to Avon Village on Hatteras Island, NC in 2019.  I’m doing it because I love fishing and camping and kayaking and to raise awareness about plastic pollution – how pervasive it is and the damage it causes.  I’m also doing it because I have to believe that we can all have epic adventures no matter where we are in life.  I couldn't do any of this without the support of friends and family, especially my wonderful wife, Chris.

Officially, the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway begins at Mile 0 in Norfolk, VA and ends at Mile 1,243 in Key West, FL.  But I started my journey in Alexandria, VA, adding an additional 200 miles, making my trip to Key West about 1500 miles. I’ve gone roughly 350 miles over the last four years so I have over 1100 miles to go and seven years to cover it if I am to reach my goal.

This year has made for some challenging planning between Covid-19 and other logistical challenges.  However, paddle we must and paddle we shall.  For now, my only concrete plan is to cover 35ish miles from Elizabeth City, NC to Kill Devil Hills, NC. I was forced to skip this section by hurricane Dorian last year.  And while there ain’t no rulebook that says I have to do every section, I’m going to do my best to cover all of the miles.

Approximate route from my Air BnB in Elizabeth City, North Carolina to Kill Devil Hills.  Google says 32 miles.


So, I’m planning to put in at Elizabeth City on Friday, June 19 and paddle for two days to Kill Devil Hills.

We also harbor some hope of doing more paddling in August from Avon – where I stopped in 2019 – to somewhere further South.  But plans for that are hazy at best now.  Flexibility is essential!
I hope to be posting some more while I paddle next week.

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