Showing posts with label Kayaking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kayaking. Show all posts

Saturday, June 19, 2021

2021 - June 18 - Day 7

 Boats. So many boats again today. Here’s what it’s like…


Wow! The 2021 Tour is done. I had thoughts of camping 5 miles short of the takeout but decided I had 5 miles left in the tank and finished it out.
I saw a grounded sailboat that had strayed from the channel today. Also my first dolphins of the 2021 Tour— 3 of them and one surfaced for air right next to me.
I also saw 347 jet skis and twice that many boats. More on that later.
This year had a lot of great moments but it felt more challenging than most of the other years. I will elaborate in a wrap-up post soon. For now I feel a great sense of accomplishment and gratitude to the many folks who helped along the way. Including my new friend Jason who helped me get the Fishhugger on top of the truck!
And the best shout out is the last: this Tour never would or could have happened without the support and encouragement of my amazing wife Chris. I was having trouble working out the details and I was ready to throw in The towel a while back but she urged me to keep working on it and make it happen. Thanks Chris, I love you!





One last thing...

An amazing thing happened about an hour before I finished the 2021 Tour. I saw a dude going the opposite way in a Hobie Adventure Island kayak with a sail and pontoons. I could tell he was rigged for a long voyage. I got near him and asked where he was coming from? Miami!!! Headed for Virginia.
I told him to find this page and he sent me a message. His name is Will Freund. Check out his project, its called: Climate, Kayak, and Conversation, a climate awareness project to share the impacts of climate change - (we’re clearly kindred spirits).
Y’all follow him and help him when he passes your way!


Thursday, June 17, 2021

2021 - June 17 - Day 6

 Quick tour of the Night 5 campsite…



Caught a nice sunrise to start Day 6. Today’s paddle will be about 17.5 miles. I feel like my pace has been slower than I’m past years (current and wind) so I’m thinking it will be 8 to 9 hours on the water. Maybe more maybe less.

Winds forecast to be light in the AM picking up to 10 in the afternoon. Slight chance of rain. I still have a significant portion of my AM packing ritual remaining but hope to push off a little after 7 AM.





The below video is from Sunday at Drum Inlet. It comes with a shout-out. When I posted last week about the 2021 route, Adam Capps messaged me and asked if I wanted a flag? Once I understood he meant the flag commonly called Blackbeard’s flag I said “Absolutely!” I’ve never met Adam, he saw my post and happens to have a nautical flag company. He freakin’ overnighted me the flag you see on the Fishhugger to get it to me in time for the journey! I don’t have sponsors for the tour, but a lot of helpful elves sure don’t hurt! Check out his flag company: https://flagstuff.com/about-us



View from the cockpit when conditions are just about perfect…



Day 6 went smooth as silk! I was prepared for an 8 or 9 hour sufferfest but current and wind were my friends today. Made it to my AirBnB in Sneads Feery in 5 and a half hours. See video for a glimpse at how the Fishhugger arrives at an AirBnB.


As noted in my earlier video post, Day 6 was the one day so far where most of the variables were in my favor — low wind in the right direction, current helping me rather than fighting me, and no storms. Made it to my spot for the night in 5 hours.

I do love the “roughing it” aspect of this journey but am not opposed to being comfortable along the way either. I’m staying at an AirBnB tonight mostly because I was unwilling to stealth camp anywhere near Fort Lejeune. Most of the islands in This stretch are strictly off limits — many have unexploded ordinance and are heavily posted. As folks who have followed me for a while know, I was warned away by the Navy as I paddled through Norfolk. And the never wrote about it, but I was also waved away from Quantico when I Passed there. So my lesson learned from those experiences is to always look at NOAA charts and other sources about prohibited areas around military facilities.

Finding this AirBnB that I could pull up to in the Fishhugger was one of the last pieces to fall into place this year.

Apparently I am now in alligator country. Did not see any but have seen sharks large and small almost every day.

Now for a couple of product endorsements:
— I was getting the makings of a serious blister from pedaling so much and Drew and Danni hooked me up with Body Glide. It looks like a deodorant but you apply it to any area that is getting chafed or blistering. It totally works.
— sometimes when you are paddling every day for many days for many hours each day, you can get something a lot like diaper rash. Too much information? I beg to differ — I’m here to help people! I used the product pictured below and it also totally works. Just sayin’.

The plan for tomorrow is 18.5 miles to Laniers Campground. If I’m having another great day with wind and current I may push on and try to finish the trip out tomorrow afternoon.














Tuesday, June 15, 2021

2021 - June 15 - Day 4

  Waiting for the morning storm to pass...


There are people who live along the Mississippi River who track folks trying to paddle from the headwaters to the Gulf of Mexico and help them out when they pass by. Those folks are called River Angels.

There are people who stash cool treats along the Appalachian trail for through-hikers. When the hikers find them they call it Trail Magic.

I need a term like that for the many people who have shown me kindness and generosity along the way. Today it is Drew and Danni McMillan. They live along my route and Drew’s dad &Richard McMillan (who has helped me many times on this journey) put me in touch with them.

I’m sitting in their garage right now drinking a cold beer. Danni left me lunch and cold drinks at the waterfront where I pulled up. And a very sweet note. ðŸ˜„

What shall we call good folks like them who help out someone they don’t know like this? Intracoastal elves? Friends of the Fishhugger? Post ideas below!

After the thunderstorms passed this morning I set off and paddled for almost four hours without stopping to get here. They had the forecast dead right today: AM thunderstorms, wind in my face at 10-15 knots, more thunderstorms in the afternoon. The afternoon storms are here. I’m going to stay put for the night and figure out what the weather is doing next and how to complete the journey. I’m just not up for another day with strong wind in my face!





                  



This is why I paddled for four hours without taking a break today — afternoon storms in the forecast.






Saturday, June 12, 2021

2021 - June 12 - Day 1

 Conditions good to start Day 1. Supposed to storm in the afternoon so I’m going to cross the Sound soon.



And here are some photos from Day 1 of the 2021 Tour…
Plastic trash (cleaned up after documenting). Storm clouds. Other stuff.










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.

Thanks for following!

 


Thursday, September 12, 2019

2019 - September 13 - Day 3


Had a long day of paddling today. Not sure of the exact mileage yet but somewhere in the 20 mile neighborhood. At some point yesterday I crossed from the Albemarle Sound into the Pamlico sound. Big water, nothing but water as far as I could see on the right all day.
Wind was out of the SW generally 7 to 12 knots, so not favorable at all. Safe to paddle, but a lot of work! Wind in that range and a 20 mile day meant not much time for fishing, but I did manage to land two more nice speckled trout.
I met up with Dad in Avon and we’ll stay in an Air BnB for the night. Wind tomorrow is forecast to be 13 in the morning going up into the 20+ range by the end of the day, so I think today’s leg was it for the 2019 tour. besides, who wants to paddle a long way on Friday the 13th?
Weather was the big story this year. From Dorian to lightning storms to high winds. I only had three days of paddling. I made the most of them, covering about 60 miles, but the Fishhugger is officially behind schedule.
Shout out of the day goes to the beautiful speckled trout of the Outer Banks. Catching those beauties made some long hard days seem so much better.
Plastic fact of the day: Nearly all plastic – 99% – is made from fossil fuels. Plastic is among the most significant and rapidly growing sources of industrial greenhouse gas emissions. Refining the material is the most greenhouse gas intensive part of the plastic lifecycle, and major expansions in the US and elsewhere will accelerate climate change. Good plan.
Thanks for following!
“The act of fishing – for fish, dreams or whatever magic is available – is enough. It transports us to a special world, and a state of mind, where we are free.“
Fennel Hudson

Three days of paddling in 2019.  From Kill Devil Hills to the town of Avon on Hatteras Island.

Plastic trash.  It's everywhere.

My biggest trout of the trip. He hit a Z-Man DieZel Minnow lure.

There a lot of beautiful isolated beaches on the sound side of the Outer Banks.

Found myself without tent poles but Dad came to the rescue.

This is Avon, where the 2019 Tour came to an end.

The final take-out in Avon.