tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254073462009-07-13T11:37:13.009-05:00silbs saysThis is a site for musing, dreaming, telling of stories and stuff on kayaking (it's common thread, but not its theme) All rights reservedSilbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.comBlogger930125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-48449964729063491482009-07-13T07:49:00.003-05:002009-07-13T08:04:11.202-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bring In The Clowns</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlsthEvhByI/AAAAAAAAEME/Vpzsg9MtUBM/s1600-h/battery.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlsthEvhByI/AAAAAAAAEME/Vpzsg9MtUBM/s400/battery.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357926227919308578" border="0" />t</a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">To begin in the end, this is a shot of JB's van taken last evening when I finally got home from the Door County Sea Kayak Symposium. Now, back to the beginning.<br /><br />The first day at the affair, JB left something charging and also left some switch on in the car. Once discovered, he also found that the battery was dead. No big problem, just need a jump start. Nothing much new here...yet.<br /><br />So, we go about teaching and towing and have a great symposium until late Saturday (I think) when we get the car started with jumper cables. To make sure the battery gets charged up, JB and another instructor took a drive into town, left the car run while they enjoyed at least one whiskey and came back for the night. (There was lots more whiskey that night but I wasn't there and, besides, that's a whole different story).<br /><br />Anyway, we finish the symposium and, what do you know, the battery is dead when we try to leave for home. We obviously needed a plan. Okay, it is a dead battery and needs to be jumped started once more. That was done and, late Sunday afternoon, we head home with a plan to not stop that engine until we get a new battery. Remember, friends, it is late Sunday and we are in northern Wisconsin, home of the tiny towns. But, ever resourceful, JB calls a buddy in Manitiwoc (right on our route). This as yet unmet friend agrees to buy a battery for the car. We are to meet the man at his home where, somehow, one of us non-electricians will install the thing (the friend is a lawyer). All will be well. We arrive before the battery purchaser gets there.<br /><br />JB wonders aloud if we dare turn off the car. I indicate that it should be fine as the battery's arrival is seconds away. Ignition off. After two minutes we look at one another with the same question obviously hanging in the air: Will it start? Well, it does, instantly. (JB should have had all those whiskeys at the bar while the car was running).<br /><br />Any way, I suggested JB keep the battery, maybe give it to his wife for her birthday (she, repordedly, did not appreciate the thought). And that is why there is a battery in the back of JB's van...even as I speak.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-4844996472906349148?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-77297956238166648262009-07-09T07:31:00.004-05:002009-07-09T07:41:24.763-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Am Off to</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Play With the Big Kids</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlXjdhYOLQI/AAAAAAAAEL8/F-N980SpbwE/s1600-h/kidsExercise.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlXjdhYOLQI/AAAAAAAAEL8/F-N980SpbwE/s400/kidsExercise.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356437428142746882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">These aren't new pics, and this isn't a new theme. It's just that it's time for the annual Door County Sea Kayak Symposium. All my "stuff" is on the driveway, and JB is due to pic me up in about an hour. As usual, I am looking forward to time on the water, time with friends, reuniting with old friends and not reading newspapers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlXjWNJIr0I/AAAAAAAAEL0/-gS7tZPmTs0/s1600-h/jb+teach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlXjWNJIr0I/AAAAAAAAEL0/-gS7tZPmTs0/s400/jb+teach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356437302451679042" border="0" /></a>This year, I will be c0-leading an all day trip with my friend and colleague <a href="http://sherrikayaks.com">Sherri</a>. Apparently, we are to take this 20 some mile jaunt and teach navigation, rescues, towing and the like along the way. Then, I will be doing a lunch talk on<span style="font-style: italic;"> Weather Or Not To Go Out</span>. In addition, I will be doing a class on the forward stroke and one on rolling. Full gig, don't you think?<br /><br />Although I will likely monitor e mails, I won't be posting as I have no way to upload pics on my notebook computer (my newest toy).<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-7729795623816664826?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-36349823466128751062009-07-07T07:44:00.003-05:002009-07-07T07:51:49.303-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >A Lean Week</span><br /></div>Last week, with its 4th of July activities and our family get together, didn't leave much time for posting. It was great having the grandchildren here....and exhausting. Joe, now just over 2 years old, was a real go-go guy. He was either asleep or going 60 knots. It was fun, however, to watch him watching his first ever parade.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlND1M_FBdI/AAAAAAAAELQ/suL32nzrR7U/s1600-h/joe-4th-09.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlND1M_FBdI/AAAAAAAAELQ/suL32nzrR7U/s400/joe-4th-09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698963171575250" border="0" /></a>Still too young for boating, I starting breaking him in with the basic grunt work. He was more than willing to help Papa put away the straps when I returned from a short paddle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlNDuED1gsI/AAAAAAAAELI/Kawo0v00I7E/s1600-h/joe-kayak.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SlNDuED1gsI/AAAAAAAAELI/Kawo0v00I7E/s400/joe-kayak.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355698840516526786" border="0" /></a>I teach all day tomorrow. Then, on Thursday, JB and I are off to the Door County Sea Kayak Symposium. It may be until next week that I get to post again. Meanwhile...<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br /><div style="text-align: left;">DS<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-3634982346612875106?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-19731590857410817922009-07-02T07:11:00.003-05:002009-07-02T07:19:36.045-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sometimes I sits and Thinks...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkykA0kTEpI/AAAAAAAAELA/je54sr8F8U0/s1600-h/watcher.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkykA0kTEpI/AAAAAAAAELA/je54sr8F8U0/s400/watcher.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353834391054520978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">...Sometimes I just thinks. It's about knowing when to slow down, when to "drop out" and smell the roses. It's about taking time to take inventory and actually see, really see, with your soul the world around you and all its blessings. Okay, the feel-good cliche festival ends, but I remain in a mellow mood.<br /></div></div><br />After two nights of bad insomnia (cause unknown), I got 12 hours of sleep last night before waking to the wonderful sounds that only a 2+month-old grand daughter can make. My grandson and his mother are due into Milwaukee in a few hours. Sun in law #2 is due tomorrow. My house, like my life, will be full of wonderful gifts. Suddenly, I feel great, relaxed, in the flow, bliss...okay, a few more cliches. Life is good. Kayaking is wonderful and there is so much more.<br /><br />So, I sits and take it all in and feel gratitude. I don't know who wrote it, but it must have been a wise person: <span style="font-style: italic;">A poor life this when full of care I have no time to sit and stare.</span><br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-1973159085741081792?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-33497620794515069592009-07-01T06:00:00.003-05:002009-07-01T06:10:11.000-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">A Shout Out<br />to the<br />Risk Takers<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I've written before how<a href="http://sherrikayaks.com"> Sherri</a></span>, a local paddler, has started a paddling school in these uncertain economic times. Add to her ranks<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Chris who many of us visited during the recent Inland Sea Symposium. He has taken the risk a might further and has opened a new kayak store, </span><a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://borealshores.com">Boreal Shores Kayaking</a><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SktCKuVOGTI/AAAAAAAAEK4/QsEvKO8yo90/s1600-h/aborel.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SktCKuVOGTI/AAAAAAAAEK4/QsEvKO8yo90/s400/aborel.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445334063126834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: normal;">Housed in a lovely building near the Apostle Islands has got to be an ideal spot for such a business. The store is lovely and there is a nice assortment of NDK boats, enough to make one drool and part with his or her money.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SktCB4UfmVI/AAAAAAAAEKw/DycHsSyYizI/s1600-h/aboreal2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SktCB4UfmVI/AAAAAAAAEKw/DycHsSyYizI/s400/aboreal2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445182125611346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nigel, himself was there to help make the opening unique. It is a land of short summers, and I wish Chris well.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SktB5Kg-OqI/AAAAAAAAEKo/Zc35izJ8Xw4/s1600-h/aboreal.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SktB5Kg-OqI/AAAAAAAAEKo/Zc35izJ8Xw4/s400/aboreal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353445032390965922" border="0" /></a><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-3349762079451506959?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-89842668755565736022009-06-30T09:28:00.003-05:002009-06-30T09:32:47.659-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">K.I.S.S.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkohQ4OxQEI/AAAAAAAAEKg/4huBgCGYv7k/s1600-h/ohioleaf.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkohQ4OxQEI/AAAAAAAAEKg/4huBgCGYv7k/s400/ohioleaf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353127680939212866" border="0" /></a>A rose is a rose is a...you know. A rose has it's own natural beauty, and all we have to do is appreciate it. When I wear my photographer's hat, I find that the most important thing is to see. Not just to look, but to see. See the picture and the infinite number of little ones as well. There, in all its simplicity, I find beauty in nature's art, and all I have to do is record it. Simple.<br /></div><br />Paddle Safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-8984266875556573602?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-29674735089414680192009-06-29T08:35:00.004-05:002009-06-29T08:48:26.607-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Few</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: webdings;">OdDs </span>&amp; Ends</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkjDqyXaZpI/AAAAAAAAEKY/cHmm81w-Qx0/s1600-h/Derrick.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkjDqyXaZpI/AAAAAAAAEKY/cHmm81w-Qx0/s400/Derrick.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352743296971728530" border="0" /></a>First the odd: It's <a href="http://kayakquixotica.com">Derrick's</a> birthday today. I don't know exactly how old he is, but he certainly has already packed a lot into the years he's lived. A well known blogger and somewhat competent paddler (joking, love this guy), he brings to kayaking a free style creative nature that is apparent in his writing, his conversations and his methods of teaching. I don't know, but he may be color blind or, on the other hand, he is a minimalist who always wears black....and only black. So, if you see him today, be nice to him. What the hell, it's only for a day.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Shout Out</span></span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkjDRmesZ7I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/83Gf1hmzyWM/s1600-h/boilermakers.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkjDRmesZ7I/AAAAAAAAEKQ/83Gf1hmzyWM/s400/boilermakers.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352742864284313522" border="0" /></a>To the two boiler makers (I know that's a beer with a whiskey shot, but these two went to Purdue) who were kind enough to say hello at the Inland Symposium and compliment these pages. I appreciate it. I enjoyed talking to you two bright, Midwest-educated paddlers with taste.<br /><br />Now, because Lady Linda is with daughter #1 and her daughter, Squeaky, I must walk His Majesty, Ansel. All those years of schooling and training, and it comes to this. Well, chop wood and carry water. The poop won't pick itself up.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-2967473508941468019?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-10086132778912369962009-06-26T08:33:00.010-05:002009-06-26T09:18:45.556-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Nature's way</span></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Did I Do The Right Thing?</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkTO36YePWI/AAAAAAAAEJg/zTYYdiu_NnE/s1600-h/gull2.gif"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629717183020386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkTO36YePWI/AAAAAAAAEJg/zTYYdiu_NnE/s400/gull2.gif" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>To begin, I tend to believe Nature knows best and should be left to do Her thing. I don't like to see folks feeding the Geese (under the <em>do not feed the birds</em> sign) at our launch site. It screws up the migratory habits of the animals and makes them more dependent upon us. More over, it has increased the resident population of geese and the huge mess they leave on the beach and water. Having said that, here's what happened yesterday as I paddled on the Milwaukee River. </p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351638448998604530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkTW0K7iXvI/AAAAAAAAEKI/0kCl8fUbYM0/s400/gullx.gif" border="0" /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left">I noticed a lot of fledgling gulls paddling about and unable to fly. Eventually, I came upon one, then another that were clearly water logged and about to drown. I chose to interfere with nature and took them both aboard. They didn't resist in the least. I left them on the only dry area I could reach in hopes of them drying off and surviving. Did I really believe they would survive? Not really, Was I interfering with Nature? Yes. But Nature also selected me to survive and do my thing and, as a human, one of my things is compassion.<br /></div><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkTVKCS02dI/AAAAAAAAEJo/XRJ3BU8GIPY/s1600-h/gull3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351636625614232018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkTVKCS02dI/AAAAAAAAEJo/XRJ3BU8GIPY/s400/gull3.gif" border="0" /></a> Did I do the right thing? I don't know. I know I did the right thing for me.</p><p>Paddle safe...</p><p>DS </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-1008613277891236996?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-80407023979695107792009-06-25T08:36:00.010-05:002009-06-25T08:59:12.216-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Herding Cats</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN9bRxk79I/AAAAAAAAEIg/EKL3hWHOuns/s1600-h/530g.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN9bRxk79I/AAAAAAAAEIg/EKL3hWHOuns/s400/530g.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351258689827565522" border="0" /></a>It's supposed to be hard to do (the cat thing), but not as hard as getting a group of kayakers to paddle in a tight knit group. Someone is always daydreaming or straying. So, who in their right mind would try to make sense of the chaos seen above much less try to turn them into a precision drill team? Well, Gail and her fine staff would.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN-DlZrPXI/AAAAAAAAEIo/XLH7vtmyuNM/s1600-h/530e.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN-DlZrPXI/AAAAAAAAEIo/XLH7vtmyuNM/s400/530e.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351259382290791794" border="0" /></a>Unlikely as it appears, this gaggle of paddlers is about to make like a marching band and actually spell something out on the water. But, it didn't just happen. Prior to them taking to the water a bunch of folks were out in the bay laying out lines along which the boats could align. The boats were then organized into groups, and Gail (the cheer leader in charge) bellowed out when each group was needed. Out they paddled in an impressive display of restraint, no one trying to pass anyone else (drugs were not involved, I swear). Soon, it was obvious, even from land level, that they were in lines, but for what reason wasn't clear.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN_ERdlorI/AAAAAAAAEIw/BSeaHsOUoLM/s1600-h/530h.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN_ERdlorI/AAAAAAAAEIw/BSeaHsOUoLM/s400/530h.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351260493629989554" border="0" /></a>Then, just as planned, a plane appeared overhead (it was one of ours) and made several passes over the group. During some of these fly overs the group demonstrated their enthusiasm by holding up paddles in a brave display of WE DID IT!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN_xJGJ1nI/AAAAAAAAEI4/dyOwvZWQfRM/s1600-h/530d.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkN_xJGJ1nI/AAAAAAAAEI4/dyOwvZWQfRM/s400/530d.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351261264478328434" border="0" /></a>And, for what? Well, the picture taken from the plane (supplied by <a href="http://gitcheegumeeguy.blogspot.com/">gitcheegumeeguy</a>) is to remind everyone of the limits of CO2 (in parts per million, I think) that we might aim at achieving for the planet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkOBSOR3feI/AAAAAAAAEJA/aPpzq1QCeLs/s1600-h/350x.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkOBSOR3feI/AAAAAAAAEJA/aPpzq1QCeLs/s400/350x.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351262932316945890" border="0" /></a>Neat, don't you think (and to available in poster form soon)? And people think we paddlers can't spel.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-8040702397969510779?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-39493153380552404772009-06-24T05:44:00.005-05:002009-06-24T05:58:22.721-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Man, Himself</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkIEOSEU_cI/AAAAAAAAEIY/scp3gmilCrE/s1600-h/gangof4.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkIEOSEU_cI/AAAAAAAAEIY/scp3gmilCrE/s400/gangof4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350843950684241346" border="0" /></a>One of the attractions to head up to Washburn for the kayak symposium was to meet the one and only Nigel Dennis, the designer of NDK Kayaks, the British prototype of what a lot of companies are putting on the market today. Above, l. to r., is JB, Nigel, What's his name and Ken Ring outside a new store that will handle NDK boats (more on that another day).<br /><br />As it turns out, Nigel is a soft spoken individual with a ready smile and a good sense of humor. Pretentious, he is not, and one would not even know he was in our midst at most gatherings except for when he was the speaker. He did give a few talks including one on an expedition and another on tides. His understanding of the paddling environment around the U.K. is extensive, and his in-depth talk was a tour de force.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkID1pcGFyI/AAAAAAAAEII/gFXdISNJ7_k/s1600-h/nd2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkID1pcGFyI/AAAAAAAAEII/gFXdISNJ7_k/s400/nd2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350843527461213986" border="0" /></a>But nothing was more impressive (at least to me) than watching how smoothly and efficiently he paddled...yes, in an NDK boat. What's going on behinds Nigel? More on that later.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-3949315338055240477?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-61909100423986276942009-06-23T08:49:00.002-05:002009-06-23T09:17:30.469-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Post 2 for today: An editorial</span><br /></span></div><br />I love teaching...any thing...and, like many like me, I have my favorite techniques and methods. What works for one teacher may not work for me. I am intuitive and trust my guts. I listen and watch and get a feel for what the student wants and needs and make every effort to meet that need. Not one size fits all, and there are students with whom I quickly realize I will not have success. I recommend them to other instructors. That said, this past weekend's symposium has brought up for me an axe which I continue to grind: how to teach rolling.<br /><br />This episode started when an instructor told the rolling students not to expect to roll that day and that it might take a few summers to learn the technique. I could not believe what I was hearing. Translation: you will not roll. Nice mind set for students.<br /><br />I asked only to work with those students who had never had a rolling lesson or, at least, not a lesson to learn the C-C roll. There were 3 assigned to me.<br /><br />Right off, I told them that I expected them to roll that day. "It might not happen," I said, "but I expect it to...and, I expect it to be within the hour." I then gave my spiel about how you cannot roll up a kayak and to not use the term hip snap. Then I did my thing with them. Within the hour, all 3 had a roll (one fellow barely, but he could do it if he lay back). I was delighted for the students, and they seemed amazed and pleased with how easy the process actually went. Then, a fellow paddled over, and I heard his wife say, "You should spend some time with him (me)."<br /><br />The man said he was exhausted. I asked why, and he said it was from the rolling lesson he had just taken. It was to learn the C-C, which he didn't learn. I spent 5 minutes introducing my style, then told him to stay away from any rolling lessons for a while so that his brain could forget what they had been showing him.<br /><br />I believe the C-C tradition comes from the white water paddlers and that those who teach it tend to be younger and more athletic paddlers. Furthermore, I feel that that roll carries an increased risk of shoulder injuries. Why even bother with it when the modified sweep roll can be learned in 20 minutes?<br /><br />So, there's my piece. That's what works for me with most students. I realize that others have other effective ways of teaching as well.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-6190910042398627694?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-33604256044246143072009-06-23T06:02:00.005-05:002009-06-23T06:14:43.180-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Instructor Update:<br />Down to </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Serious Business</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This business of instructor updates and maintaining skills is a serious business, so we wasted no time getting into the nitty gritty of it all...starting with physical fitness.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC3ptw39BI/AAAAAAAAEH4/bMFNpHYCfs8/s1600-h/me.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC3ptw39BI/AAAAAAAAEH4/bMFNpHYCfs8/s400/me.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478284603257874" border="0" /></a>Once warmed up, the gaggle of instructors made a slow, coordinated (almost military-like) march to the sea (Lake Superior) where they readied themselves for complicated drills.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC32OdnkDI/AAAAAAAAEIA/eBL394JF1ME/s1600-h/launch.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC32OdnkDI/AAAAAAAAEIA/eBL394JF1ME/s400/launch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478499539292210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC3e6Cw3JI/AAAAAAAAEHw/1CAsM4HNS3I/s1600-h/update3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC3e6Cw3JI/AAAAAAAAEHw/1CAsM4HNS3I/s400/update3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350478098920955026" border="0" /></a>In no time, the universal rule of "boys and girls will be boys and girls" took over as chaos and alpha behavior became the syllabus for part of the afternoon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC3XNEZhhI/AAAAAAAAEHo/yPbnx3SBWj0/s1600-h/update2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SkC3XNEZhhI/AAAAAAAAEHo/yPbnx3SBWj0/s400/update2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477966589134354" border="0" />More to follow.</a><br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-3360425604424614307?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-7743035376001491432009-06-22T10:29:00.005-05:002009-06-22T10:39:33.905-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Back from Inland Sea</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sea Kayak Symposium</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Just back from the symposium and over 900 miles on the road with JB. Fantastic time but, as I am still swamped with class and exam prep, I will just give a taste here.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kY4qFBFI/AAAAAAAAEHg/VTEq9jTa-IM/s1600-h/launch.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kY4qFBFI/AAAAAAAAEHg/VTEq9jTa-IM/s400/launch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175629772129362" border="0" /></a>I want you to know that we instructors work harder than anyone else to hone our skills. So, we started a day and a half early for an instructors' update workshop presented by Living Adventures who puts on the symposium. We discussed new teaching techniques and the ones we need to let go. Then, fearlessly, we launched for an on the water/land navigation exercise.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kQVcmx0I/AAAAAAAAEHY/C32z63pAgAw/s1600-h/fog.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kQVcmx0I/AAAAAAAAEHY/C32z63pAgAw/s400/fog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175482881427266" border="0" /></a>Braving all, we went about finding notes located by headings given to us. Each note took us to the next until we landed on an island and followed instructions there.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kGaFp7AI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/fSbf5ermubc/s1600-h/rest.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kGaFp7AI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/fSbf5ermubc/s400/rest.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175312328649730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sj-kGaFp7AI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/fSbf5ermubc/s1600-h/rest.gif">Unfortunately, some suffered severe blood loss from the misquitoe attacks on the island.</a><br /><br />More as the week goes on.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-774303537600149143?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-50282297580964934252009-06-15T07:30:00.001-05:002009-06-15T07:32:43.512-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm back...I'm gone</span></span><br /></div><br />Just back form giving my cardiology seminar in San Francisco. Eye dr. appt. this a.m. and exam preparation for the two classes I will be missing this week. Then there some packing and shopping that must be done before JB and I leave early Tuesday for the Inland Sea Kayak Symposium. I probably won't be posting all this week.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-5028229758096493425?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-71758911155088897332009-06-09T07:46:00.002-05:002009-06-09T08:04:07.082-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taking a break in here somewhere sometime</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Si5bDMeIWTI/AAAAAAAAEHI/20oYzvydXz4/s1600-h/meq06QAJAQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Si5bDMeIWTI/AAAAAAAAEHI/20oYzvydXz4/s400/meq06QAJAQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345309918180694322" border="0" />(me at QAJAQ a few yrs. ago)</a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm feeling the pressure of the schedule I've set for the next few weeks and think, perhaps, I need a break. But from what?<br /><br />Tonight I am giving a getting into kayaking type talk at a local shop. Tomorrow, as with all Wednesdays, I teach all day. I teach two courses at a nursing school. Normally, each course would consist of classes on two days, so I am giving the equivalent of four lectures each Wednesday. That requires prep time, lots of prep time.<br /><br />Friday I leave for San Francisco to do my cardiology seminar for Physician Assistants, Nurse practitioners and generalists. I hate the travel, but I love doing the gig and meeting the people.<br /><br />I will get home late on Sunday and have a few days to prepare second quarter exams for my classes. I will also need to get the exams set up and the material sent to another instructor who has graciously agreed to cover me next week. Why?<br /><br />JB and I (and some others) are headed to the Inland Sea Kayak Symposium on Lake Superior, about 8 hours north of here (by car). We will likely leave Tuesday evening to cut down on the driving time Wednsday as we are going early to participate in an instructor update led by Nigel Dennis who is coming from across the pond. That will get me back home late that Sunday at which time I need to start prep for that Wednesday's two double lectures.<br /><br />Bottom line is that I might not have time to post as often, but I shall return once things get back to what we call normal around here.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-7175891115508889733?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-5147004960083894612009-06-08T07:28:00.005-05:002009-06-08T07:34:59.675-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Because It's There</span></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Si0EGc9FYuI/AAAAAAAAEGw/VGE53SEtrAY/s400/window.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344932841656771298" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Si0EGc9FYuI/AAAAAAAAEGw/VGE53SEtrAY/s1600-h/window.gif"></a><div style="text-align: left;">Last weekend, sitting with fellow paddlers outside of Sven's, yakking about this and that, I noticed this window on the adjacent building. Having taken some photos on the water that morning, this attracted me by its color and geometry. So, I photographed it, just because it was there.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Si0E85_zJHI/AAAAAAAAEHA/fPdhYB82yNg/s1600-h/cake.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Si0E85_zJHI/AAAAAAAAEHA/fPdhYB82yNg/s400/cake.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344933777165722738" border="0" /></a>Had Joe's second birthday party, had my other camera around and he was there as well. If he had it to do all over, he'd do it all over you.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-514700496008389461?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-23248933079504497672009-06-05T07:25:00.004-05:002009-06-05T07:36:03.781-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Little Help From A Friend</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SikO2Ht5RXI/AAAAAAAAEFw/qyhonv2Fp4c/s1600-h/push.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SikO2Ht5RXI/AAAAAAAAEFw/qyhonv2Fp4c/s400/push.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818755799074162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Time was that when someone offered to help me lift my kayak onto the Blazer I would tell them thanks, but I can handle it. I felt I needed to be able to do that by myself in order to maintain my independence, especially since I often paddle alone. That was then.<br /><br />Now, I am only to happy to have someone help me make the lift. Oh, I can do it just find; and sliding the boat off the car onto my shoulder still goes well. I guess it's now more about minimizing the stress on achy joints in order to maximize the length of my paddling life.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SikQUXudlaI/AAAAAAAAEF4/JVd6XGVhBjM/s1600-h/valet-parking.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SikQUXudlaI/AAAAAAAAEF4/JVd6XGVhBjM/s400/valet-parking.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343820375004124578" border="0" /></a>Having help available, especially for the heavy lifting, is one of the benefits of paddling with a partner or a group. So, from now on, I'll go with the song lyric, "...I get little help from my friends."<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-2324893307950449767?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-29570792509434730722009-06-04T08:11:00.005-05:002009-06-04T08:22:34.437-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting for the Mailman</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">&amp;</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Secret Decoder Ring</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SifI1dIIi1I/AAAAAAAAEFo/kzmIPkLqc0U/s1600-h/walk-mailbx.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SifI1dIIi1I/AAAAAAAAEFo/kzmIPkLqc0U/s400/walk-mailbx.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343460303575747410" border="0" /></a>Okay. I think I've done everything right. I saved up some coins, tore off the tops of a lot of cereal boxes. put it all in an envelope, sent it all off and am sitting here waiting for the mailman to bring my new secret decoder ring. Kind of. If you are over say 40, you remember doing this...I hope.<br /><br />Well I actually did save up my coins, but there were no box tops involved. I did, however, have to fill in some paper work and give up my secret decoder credit card number (that brings it into present times...but I digress). And, in fact, I am waiting for the postman, UPS guy, Fed Ex or a call from Madison to tell me that my stuff is here. In this case, however, I am waiting for a paddle and...yes...a new boat.<br /><br />Which boat? You'll see when the postman guy gets here. After all, no one likes waiting alone.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-2957079250943473072?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-70330644884424353762009-06-03T06:17:00.003-05:002009-06-03T06:24:10.149-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Meet The Paddler</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Rick</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiZb9Mf7wUI/AAAAAAAAEFY/dlyn3BO0a68/s1600-h/rick.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiZb9Mf7wUI/AAAAAAAAEFY/dlyn3BO0a68/s400/rick.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343059114806985026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It was good to see Rick on the water this past Sunday. He is relatively new to paddling, and chose to go outside (the breakwater) into 1-2 foot chops. More over, they were on the beam, something that a new paddler might find a bit scary.<br /></div></div><br />I've actually known Rick for years. He is a gerontologist and was, for some time, my mother in law's doctor. He and his wife are avid bicyclists and usually do a long pedal on Sundays. They are both people you would enjoy being with as they are upbeat and friendly.<br /><br />Rick and I paddled the second half back together, and I asked him if he had been comfortable on the outside. He said he had, but relaxed and let the boat do its thing. Perfect. As soon as the water warms a tad, he's going to learn to roll; and, I suspect, he will do so quickly.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-7033064488442435376?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-41306494598407190162009-06-02T07:28:00.004-05:002009-06-02T07:34:51.120-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's Looking Good</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiUbONtG5DI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LFTjDqW4aY8/s1600-h/idw1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiUbONtG5DI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/LFTjDqW4aY8/s400/idw1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342706463955936306" border="0" /></a>The future of any organization, sport or otherwise, depends on an active pipeline. New folks entering the arena and, just as important, present players stepping up to help keep things moving. With this in mind, I was happy to see a vigorous IDW class on Lake Michigan this past Sunday. It brought back memories of my IDW and ICE on these very waters.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiUbG7kRbjI/AAAAAAAAEFI/aSd_qvTCGkU/s1600-h/idw2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiUbG7kRbjI/AAAAAAAAEFI/aSd_qvTCGkU/s400/idw2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342706338827955762" border="0" /></a>It was also the first time my friend and mentor, JB, acted as an instructor-instructor with oak leaf clusters. Everyone on the scene was growing in knowledge and skills, and that should bode well for seeing more safe paddlers on the water.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-4130649459840719016?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-8255182843177804592009-06-01T09:41:00.003-05:002009-06-01T09:50:35.767-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here Come's The Judge</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiPowUD6VhI/AAAAAAAAEFA/vpE0YONa8yE/s1600-h/paddles.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/SiPowUD6VhI/AAAAAAAAEFA/vpE0YONa8yE/s400/paddles.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342369499708020242" border="0" /></a><br />There's the old story about a Chicago judge who after hearing the district attorney's argument says, "You're right." The defense attorney immediately objects and states his argument on behalf of his accused client. The judge responds with, "You're right, too." At that point, a reporter says to the judge, "You have just told two people with exactly opposite arguments that they are both right, and that is not possible." The judge simply answers, "You're right, too."<br /><br />Stay with me. I have had more than one posting on paddle length and the arguments for short v. long paddles. I indicated that I have ordered a 230 low angle paddle to use in place of my 220 low angle paddle (same blade). Well...I was at a local shop the other day because I had a gift certificate and, to get right to it, I walked out with a 210 high angle blade (Tybee). The surface area of the blade is on the small size and lessens the shoulder loading of paddling high angle. Sometimes it feels great, other times not so much. Only time will tell as I spend time with each.<br /><br />In the mean time, I want you to know that, no matter which side of the argument you come down on, you're right, too.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-825518284317780459?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-60742347607606861122009-05-29T08:49:00.002-05:002009-05-29T08:55:31.567-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's All Clear Now</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sh_oE5JibSI/AAAAAAAAEE4/ZMNqydxqUTs/s1600-h/jb2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sh_oE5JibSI/AAAAAAAAEE4/ZMNqydxqUTs/s400/jb2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341242853842644258" border="0" /></a><br />I'm headed out to paddle in a few hours, and everything looks clear. Oh, there's a chance of rain, and clouds hover above; but they are clear as well.<br /><br />A few years ago I had cataract surgery during which artificial lenses were substituted for the cloudy ones. A few years later, and again a few months ago, one eye got fuzzy. What happens is that epithelial (lining) cells begin to grow on the back of the implant and diffuse the light. The treatment?<br /><br />A drop to numb the eye, a drop to dilate the eye and a lens to focus a yag laser beam. 3-4 zaps, a few hours for the meds to wear off and Shazam. Beautiful, crisp vision restored. What a world.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-6074234760760686112?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-54057110109513576932009-05-28T07:59:00.002-05:002009-05-28T08:08:37.595-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >After</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sh6K5IptQeI/AAAAAAAAEEw/z6cd4GzDzIo/s1600-h/sven1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sh6K5IptQeI/AAAAAAAAEEw/z6cd4GzDzIo/s400/sven1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340858922287579618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We have a great and eclectic bunch that paddles here in the Milwaukee area on Sunday mornings. Lake Michigan has its many moods and, depending on how she is acting, different folks enjoy different challenges. So, on some of the rougher days some folks don't paddle. It is after the paddle when we all get together.<br /><br />We often stop at Sven's coffee cafe located a few minutes inland of our launch site. The coffee and food is very good and the camaraderie is superb. Here stories about the paddle, past paddles and future paddles are discussed. Equipment is critiqued, and wish lists are enumerated.<br /><br />It is here that we keep each other apprised of how our families are doing and how one of our ailing paddlers is coming along. In the end, it is a community of fine folks of varying backgrounds and beliefs each of whom thinks he/she is the best paddler in the group (and <span style="font-style: italic;">they</span> are all wrong).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">We miss you, Doug.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-5405711010951357693?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-65551226471988584542009-05-27T06:07:00.003-05:002009-05-27T06:10:50.317-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It is Cold, Gray</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There is Drizzle Outside</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sh0fR8OM1_I/AAAAAAAAEEo/QNvq4FgTWLo/s1600-h/jb3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/Sh0fR8OM1_I/AAAAAAAAEEo/QNvq4FgTWLo/s400/jb3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340459126215202802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Besides, I have to teach all day (college, not kayaking...but I digress). Still, the day deserves at least one picture, this one from our paddle this past weekend.<br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-6555122647198858454?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25407346.post-37695218384018935612009-05-26T07:05:00.005-05:002009-05-26T07:29:38.596-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Yellow<span style="font-style: italic;"> Is</span> (supposed to be) Heavier</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/ShvbMJkunoI/AAAAAAAAEEY/kSoq1atIruw/s1600-h/mayPaddle.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/ShvbMJkunoI/AAAAAAAAEEY/kSoq1atIruw/s400/mayPaddle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102784952737410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I started to repaint an old chair for my grandson. My intention was to make some of the structure red and some yellow. Well, the red went on and covered nicely (enamel paints), but the yellow didn't cover the old wood even after two coats. Apparently it takes more yellow to get the job done. More paint, more weight. Besides, everyone knows that yellow gel coat is heavier than other colors.<br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/ShvbRf8lLCI/AAAAAAAAEEg/s2AMpxyAgMo/s1600-h/jb5.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPgceAZgiNE/ShvbRf8lLCI/AAAAAAAAEEg/s2AMpxyAgMo/s400/jb5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102876857707554" border="0" /></a>This being true, then why does JB's blue Romany (with two suitcases, 3 Irish Whiskey bottles, 42 aerial flares, a 5-day water supply, a tent and a sleeping bag) weigh more than my yellow Romany (with a water bottle and first aid kit)? See, physics is not an exact science and clearly does not explain everything (except the hernia I got helping JB load his boat onto his car).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Doug, we miss you)</span><br /><br />Paddle safe...<br />DS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25407346-3769521838401893561?l=silbs.blogspot.com'/></div>Silbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561606347525787459noreply@blogger.com0