Gunk Holes

It's a term that I learned as a sailor, and it refers to those snug little places where one can sneak into and anchor or explore the shore. I believe it is a New England expression as that is where the shoreline undulates and offers many protected coves for exploration or as a place to drop anchor for the night. In any event, the bigger the boat, the bigger the gunk hole needs to be. Enter the trusty kayak.

For the second day in a week (this year's out door record...but I digress), I was able to get out on the lake, this time alone. I took a Greenland stick and my trusty Romany with the intention of goofing around, practicing strokes and gently testing my rotator cuff. The ice in the harbor had begun to break up, and large chunks floated about creating the equivalent of gunk holes.

It was a pleasant paddle during which I had the place to myself, forgot about the city ashore and poked around to my heart's content. It should always be so nice.

Paddle safe...

DS