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  1. Edited a screen shot of my IcomM88 owner's manual, found on-line:
  2. I've got a number of bags (ratings of 40°[synthetic], 35°, and 20°[both down])and employ a simple calculation that considers lowest of the lows predicted for any trip. I subtract15°F for the predicted lowest low to choose the right bag. On the recent Jewell multi-day, predictions were for ~50°, so I brought along my 35° down bag, and slept the best that I have ever slept camping. However, I must admit to bringing Hubba's big sister for the first time, giving me more room to stretch and ?dream. I also confess to wearing my merino wool 1-Z from Stoic, well worth the most expensive piece of non-coat clothing I've purchased. This previous post includes tent in the title, but discussion entails bag, mostly.
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    Jewell 2020

    Skip report; go straight to slideshow We were fortunate to have a party of eight willing to attend the annual Jewell outing, and the October make-up date did not disappoint. Yong and I departed late Thursday morning from East End Beach; the others planned to depart from Bug Light, noonish. We paddled north of Fort Gorges towards the southern tip of Lil Diamond Island and spied a group of three kayakers apparently headed for the same destiination. As we neared, it was obvious that Cath was one of the paddlers, her kayak and PFD unmistakable. Relieved that we were not in for a race, we identified Nancy and Jane–they were headed to Crow for a long weekend. We paddled and chatted, soon encountering some lively waters upon entering Hussey sound, 3-4 foot rollers and light wind from the southwest. The trio took the V. Island inside route, while we preferred going outside, keeping an eye on the broadside rollers. At length, we landed at the beach near the old wharf site (#3). Yong, a self-proclaimed creature of habit, pitched his tent at the end of the wharf, and I struck out to investigate sites 1, 2 and 4, the latter a pleasant surprise since my last visit there some years ago, complete with scattered tent spots and the perfect fireside gathering spot for our gang. I pitched my tent in a premium spot, southernmost, and near cliff–side. I was delighted to find a downed maple tree, not far from the fire ring, and made short work of procuring numerous long branches with my buddy Sven. After a delayed start, the six stragglers landed around 1630, and reviewed the different camping options. Liz and Doug opted for Yorktown, Jordan joined the Yongville site, and Pablo, Beth, and Karen squatted on site #2, a very Pablovian response. Site #1 would remain empty until the following night. We all enjoyed the fire, sunset, full moon, and each other’s company before retiring early. We expected to see some rain the next day, but that did not affect our plans to paddle, and a clockwise route around Big Chebeague was entertained. Young, Pablo, Jordan, and I were game, and we launched around 10 o’clock to cloudy skies, light wind, and flooding tide. Our first stop was on Lil Chebeague, to check out the campsites, which I had never done, believe it or don’t. I appreciated why this is a popular spot during the summer months, requiring a caretaker. Post-lunch we slogged around the nearly 4–mile length of Chebeague, enjoying a nice northerly push as we proceeded to diminutive Crow to check on the campsite and our lady friends. Crow is a very charming small island, with its wraparound, inviting cove and beach on the eastern side. Although no tents were set up inside the somewhat derelict building, Cath made good use of the covered porch next to her tent, set up on the grass nearby. Historically, a meal at the Dolphin Marina Restaurant is always on the radar, and that was our plan for Saturday’s paddle, With a slight modification. We launched at 10 and made our way through Brown Cow Ledges, gray seals aplenty, to Admiral Peary’s Island, where we rested, and related the story of the party that landed here many years ago (here). We would delay lunch until having explored the MITA and MCHT sites westerly. Upon resuming our voyage, I met a woman who was anchored nearby, and it was soon revealed that we were neighbors in a previous life, when I grew up not far from where we were chatting. This day was glorious on our 14-M paddle-flat seas, sunny skies, and negligible wind as we turned the corner towards Dolphin. Having witnessed a helicopter land on the grounds of the restaurant, the crowd, and unruly kids, we realized we were not the patrons that the restaurant was looking for, so we followed Jordan’s lead, and landed at Erica’s Seafood Shack, enjoying various fried entrées, the most popular being the scallops, which resulted in post-prandial comas for a few. By the time we be arrived back at Jewell, Cocktail Cove now had six anchored vessels, and two more would nestle in before the night was over. Karen, Doug, Liz and Beth had happily remained on this aptly-named island, as I am wont to do most years, and Doug had somehow been able to log 8+ miles on his journeys on and off trail. We repeated our nightly routine, and bid farewell to one another the following day, full of happy memories of this supreme outing. P.S. The caretaker's cabin on Lil Jewell is in fine fettle, and the first acquisition for the future museum is on display:
  4. Now I’ve never been a big fan of dams you know, but d**n, somehow this flood control project resulted in a quite spectacular, almost wilderness-like boating and camping experience. My daughter had found a website that listed this locale as one of the “secret“ camping spots in Vermont, and she needed to get away for Nature Therapy. It was halfway between us, and I would happily arrive early Friday to try to secure a campsite before the potential crowds arrived on this beautiful September weekend. The camping here at Chittenden Reservoir is listed as dispersed, with some 27 sites along the shore, including day sites, many with shoreside fire pits. I decided to paddle straight across the lake and work my way in a clockwise pattern, looking for potential base camps. Seems I lucked out on my first landing, and decided the spot would be hard to beat, nestled in the spruce and hardwoods with a spruce needle floor, fire pit, and room for multiple tents. I gathered firewood and erected my tent before it got too dark, then paddled back to the launch to meet M. A party of six people and two dogs had arrived from Brooklyn in the parking lot just before sundown, and were quickly inflating their 2, 3-person rafts. M arrived at civil twilight, and we quickly packed up her kayak and launched for the campsite, two LED lights serving as beacons for the crossing to Base Camp. This would be her first time kayaking, so this particular venue was just right, and we paddled lazily across the still water, stars emerging above in the cloudless sky. Amato's sandwiches from Woodstock ,Vermont, of all places, were second rate, though there were no leftovers. We shared time between the sputtering fire and the tiny beach before retiring to hammock and tent for a well needed rest. Hiking, if possible, is always included in the plans for any trip I organize, and we decided that we would connect to a trail that led up to a shelter just off the Long Trail. We paddle a short distance, left our boats, and bushwhacked in a fairly straight line to the trail/road, an easy trip through hardwood forest. We hiked on this warm day up to the David Logan shelter, enjoyed our lunch, and read the latest few entries of the logbook. M’s best friend Brett had finished the Long Trail a year earlier, and we turned the pages hoping to find a possible entry. Sure enough, M recognized his writing, and we photo-captured his entry, to share with him when we returned. The day was still young, so we opted to paddle close to the shoreline, clockwise, to check out any of the empty campsites. Beyond the biggest site we recognized Brooklyn, who had managed to secure a campsite in the pitch black, following last-minute advice from a local. Without signage to indicate the different sites, we relied on small paths or cairns for landmarks. As night approached, we paddled back to the campsite to enjoy a (better) fire and simple meal. On our last day, Sunday, we paddled back to the ramp to unload our gear, then proceeded to check out the remaining coastline before sadly departing in different directions. Reflections: -Try to arrive early, if on a weekend, to secure your base camp. No maps are available that designate tent sites, so rely on the locals around the ramp for advice. -Take advantage of the numerous hiking trails that circle around the lake and up to the Long Trail. According to a local, North Pond is not to be missed. -I suspect that it must be very crowded during the summer; consider visiting during the spring and fall paddling seasons.
  5. I may be an ass-ta-risk (*) it,........
  6. FWIW, Ed/others, just reviewed my "kayak receipts" file, and determined the radio with original battery is 15 years old! During this past weekend's Jewell Annual, I had the radio "on" for each day trip, for a total duration of ~ 20h, with multiple transmissions/receptions. At the start of the WE, the battery indicator displayed a level of 8.2; at the end of the WE 7.9. I may be an * it, but you already know about my attachments to boat/car/ wife.
  7. Webmasters: Is there a way to create folders in the "Downloads" section? It would be nice to keep charts separate from other docs. I'd like to suggest "Southern", "Midcoast", or "Downeast" for simplicity, or follow the MITA guidebook index which is divided into "Southern Coast", "Casco Bay", "Western Rivers", "Muscongus Bay", "PenBay", "Deer Isle", "MDI", "Downeast", "Bold Coast", " and "Cobscook Bay."
  8. When weeding out the kayak locker, I came across this reflective marker. Anybody know where the stash of these car/kayak decals are?
  9. I know you are looking for the western shore parking, but for readers of this post, I have had luck parking overnight here many years ago:
  10. I only charge my battery once a year, in the spring before paddling season, and have depleted it to ~0 once, purposely, having read that it might be good to do from time to time. My Icom M88 is still going strong after 10 years. g
  11. Joe and Bob: though I haven’t had a chance to join y’all for the Wed sessions, THANK YOU for offering these numerous paddling opportunities to the NSPN audience! g
  12. Funny how people identify us through our boats, though I have heard that some people actually own more than one boat-how confusing for the audience, Prudence! I would wager that I may have the record for kayak loyalty-16 years and X nm. Not surprising, if you compare to my car of 14y, and my Susie for 43y! g
  13. Hmmm. Wonder how Ed knows details of a trip so long ago?
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