More On Sunday's Paddle
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. . . WELCOME PHOTOGRAPHERS, PADDLERS AND DREAMERS If there be magic on the planet, the magic is in the water (ANON)


After loading up yesterday, I drove to the South Shore site only to find it frozen over. So, back to the north shore and the McKinley Beach area. It was a gloomy day as I dragged the Cetus over the snow and inside the snow fences.
The pictures don't show it, but there was a surf to 4 feet running in on an onshore wind of about 15+ knots. I only had to share the site with a fellow with a metal detector and what must have been well insulated boots (note the flag).
The Cetus performed well, and the skeg worked just fine. I only came in when I did because the fine sleet in the air was peppering my eye balls when I went to windward. I did manage to do some mini surfing and practice some low braces. It wasn't a bad way to end the paddling year.
I hope you all can be with folks you love as we celebrate the new year/decade. I wish you good health.

As you know, I recently took delivery of a Cetus which, as it turned out, had a defective skeg control. Brian Day and P&H immediately set out to make things right. We picked a time and met at Rutabaga about a week ago and, in very little time, Brian had the old control box out and a new one glassed in place.
Many of you will be getting clothes for Christmas, and a whole lot of those clothes won't fit quite right. Some will have pants legs way too long and some sleeves to short. Why? Because those garments will have been made for someone else. In fact, this some one else seems to be so important a person that more clothes are made for him (her) than any one else in the universe.
I've often shown the view above on this site, and it is obvious that winter has begun here. Last Sunday I went to meet the group for coffee and took this shot of Sweet Sue as she came ashore all iced over.
A few of the paddlers assumed she had splashed a lot and that that explained all the ice. Maybe so. Maybe not. I went out alone yesterday (dry suit back from Kokatat, but I digress) in perfectly calm water and returned in a similar state of mimicking a Popsicle. There were some problems of which I was unaware while on the water; problems that could have been a real danger to me:
Or, maybe it was just glad to see Sweet Sue.
add the bottle which locks into place (so I am told) with or without the (optional) ball bearings. And, there you have it. I am told by users that it stays in place, even when rolling; and it is never permanently attached. You may want to give it a try.
A pleasant, but not spectacular image was the result. I over-saturated the greens and yellow in PhotoShop and desaturated the entire image. Adjusting brightness and contrast resulted in this image:
It's okay, and not every image is a Rembrandt. Anyway, back to the college to straighten out the grades.
Now You Don't
Time for my annual post of Sherri dragging her boat away from Lake Michigan. It some how personifies the drudgery of winter, short days, lethargy and often clouded skies. Still...
...there is beauty to be found.
Not all the frost is on the pumpkins.
You know, there is a Santa. In fact, I know him on a first name basis, and here's a pic I took to prove it. Thing is, he isn't too happy with some of the behavior he is seeing out there. "They don't always wear their pfds," is a common complaint I hear from him. He is also saddened and upset that, "...they don't practice their rescues in conditions, and they don't ask me for the right equipment to be put in their stockings."