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  1. I've been on line to get NOAA chart 13301 for Muscongas Bay in Maine. When I've gone to web site of places that sell them (and when I've called) some, I haven't been able to clarify whether the charts of the waterproof/resistant ones that we use (not laminated). Can anyone advise me the best web site for purchasing NOAA charts?

    pru

  2. Having rooted for the change to fri, for the second fri in a row I can't make it - have friend coming in from out of town. Also, impossible ever for me to be there at 4:30 -but I'll look forward to seeing you, Les (?and others) on Sat at Pavilion launch.

    pru

  3. It's a hard to start writing a trip report immediately after reading Kate's fabulous account of her solo adventures in Nova Scotia. But even smaller journeys have great pleasures, as well all know from journeys of only a morning or an afternoon messing about in boats.

    This weekend, Warren, Barry and I joined Ed - whom we'd all met in various classes with John Carmody - for several days of paddling around the Deer Isle Archipelago. We arrived at Old Quarry on Friday afternoon. Comfortable quarters from which to launch, but a rather unnerving night for me in that immediately after heading into my tent to sleep, there was a great crashing sound: a tree that in the morning I saw was rather close by, had decided to go to ground at that precise moment in its long life. My little Marmot would have been no match for it had it been not many more feet closer... Thoughts of that tree stayed with me as I selected camp sites on subsequent nights!

    After a horrible stretch of weather (remnants of tropical storm Lee and Hurricane Katia), the weather gods smiled: we had bright sparkling skies predicted for the next three days. We launched on Saturday morning into the sun and wind. We had hopes of doing an Isle au Haut circumnavigation, but it was pretty immediately clear that that wasn't going to happen given the conditions. Having tentatively decided on a first night's island destination, but having been discouraged by Captain Bill at Old Quarry's reports of a large mosquito presence there (but I guess nothing like what Kate faced!), we moved on to island choice #2 off of Isle au Haut. But on approaching, we decided that it might be too exposed with all the wind, so moved on to option #3. Our plan was to unload there, set up camp, and then head off for an afternoon of exploring. Island Option #3 turned out to be...a...really...bad...choice: poor landing conditions, a not particularly attractive "beach," and a voracious population of mosquitoes. We hastily set up camp and headed over to Isle au Haut.

    We enjoyed a respite from the wind passing between Isle au Haut and Kimball Island, and then back out into it until we reached the shelter of Moore's Harbor - a really beautiful place. It was nice listening to the water against the pebble beach, and then nice to stretch our legs. I looked for a few little rocks to bring back and put on my desk. Found two beauties! We poked along the shore of the harbor and it turned out that that was as far as we got that day, and we headed back to Island Option #3 (sorry - trying to pay attention to the MITA rules about not discussing MITA islands on public forums). The tide was lower now, and our original landing spot was now hopelessly unusable, so we continued around until we found an acceptable cove and beach. The only problem being that our campsite was now some distance away. While I stayed down at the water's edge, Barry and Warren started hauling the boats above the high tide line. They returned from the first carry with swarms of mosquitoes around their heads and blood on their legs. Charming! We then did the quarter mile slog with our mosquito friends over rough terrain back to our campsite. It was only the wind that made being on the beach bearable, and when evening arrived, the wind dropped, and the mosquitoes came on down to join us. This drove Warren and me into our tents early. We didn't even bother with a cooked supper because of the bugs, while Barry - blissing out with mosquitoes forming a halo around him - cooked up his meal and sat up and watched what he later reported was a pretty spectacular red sunset. We had agreed earlier that this would be our only night on this island (although original plan had been to stay at the same place for two nights). It was a cold night, and we got up earlier than the mosquitoes and broke camp. Again, Barry sat with his coffee and orange juice, seemingly oblivious to the bugs who by then had risen out of their beds in the grass with the rising sun, while Warren and I decided breakfast would be Anywhere But Here, aka Mosquito Hell Island. We started the long trip back to where we'd left the boats, each loaded down with all our gear, determined not to have to make the trip more than once.

    We headed out on Sunday morning with the plan to meet up with Ed (who was overnighting at Old Quarry) and a friend of mine who lives in Blue Hill) on Russ Island at 10 am. On the way, we stopped to check out an island that Warren - with his urge for solo voyaging in the future - had marked as a good possibility for a future trip. He reasoned that any island that was described as being shaped like an amoeba had to be a pretty good island, and was he ever right! It was a tiny beauty with several inviting white shell beaches, pretty campsites and best of all: no bugs! We immediately and independently decided that this was to be our home for the night. We hastily unloaded our boats and set up camp, and then paddled out to meet Ed and my friend.

    My friend had in years passed guided out of Stonington, so armed with some ideas of our own and with her deep local knowledge, spent the day hopping from one island to another - each one more pleasing than the last. And all like little pockets of heaven after our first night's experience. We had a somewhat sporty crossing to one island, which was perhaps the prettiest of the lot, got out, took pictures, and marveled at the beauty of the day, the conditions, and our luck at being where we were.

    Then we all headed back to our island campsite, where we waved goodbye to Ed and my friend, and settled in for the kind of peaceful evening that we'd all imagined when we planned the trip. We sat looking over the water back at Stonington, and reflected on the fact that it was the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and here we were, far from everything. We all recalled where we'd been that day and what it had been like, and were glad to be missing what must have been an intensive weekend of media bombardment of memories of that day. The wind blew strongly on the other side of the island, but we were protected and calm. We stayed up to see the sun set and beyond (but not much beyond). The wind blew all night, keeping some of us (me!) awake a good deal of the night, and just as the wind dropped at 4 am, the first lobster boats were out to do their work. I rather enjoyed being kept awake by both.

    So Monday dawned clear and not terribly breezy. A giant cigar shaped cloud hung over the horizon, then slowly dispersed as the wind picked up again. We took our time looking at different parts of the little island, enjoying the comfortable accomodations, and appreciating that after having found and camped on what must certainly be The Worst Island in the Deer Isle Archipelago, we were now on one of the best. But the little beach where we'd landed was shrinking as the tide came in, and we had to load up and head out. It was a too-short trip (with wind and tide pushing us along) back to Old Quarry. While we'd all been thinking of how nice it would be to take a shower and what we enjoy about being at home, as we approached the ramp, none of us wanted to get out of our boats. Another beautiful day, and we'd have to spend it driving south.

    I expect that reluctance to get out of one's boat at the end of a trip is the mark of a successful experience.

    (I would post pictures of the trip but haven't become clever enough to upload them to this post - if I can figure it out, I'll do so later. And if any MITA member would like to know The Island to Never Go To, any of us would be glad to let you know!)

    pru

  4. Hello Everyone,

    I will be at Walden tonight for my final Wednesday night skill session. After this week, I will be going to Walden on Friday nights to practice. I don't know if the water temps have changed but just in case, please bring extra clothing if you think you will get chilled.

    Please post here if you pan on attending tonight's session.

    Les

    I'll be there tonight, and I've heard from Julie that she will be, too.

    I'm all for changing the night to Friday after this week that works for other people - I remember we did that last year and it seemed to work out. Maybe we could discuss on the water tonight, or those that can't make it could post their thoughts here.

    pru

  5. Yes, I'd agree with both those things. The "knees up" technique as I understand it is to wind yourself toward one side (say the left), squirming in the seat so that your right hip is a bit forward and you feel like your belly button is pointing off the left side. Bending the right knee helps enhance the effect. Taking your right foot momentarily off the footpeg during the windup helps keep your feet from going numb. Then plant your paddle close to your toes on the right and unwind while pushing on the right foot (and paddling, of course). This squirms you back the other way, pulls the left hip forward, bends the left leg a little, and gives your left foot a little circulation.

    Needless to say the downside of knees-up paddling is the need to get your knees back under the cockpit for the roll in the event of a capsize, so it's reasonable to only do it when the bump is manageable.

    So you're NOT doing opposite side pushing, correct? Paddle in water on right side, right leg/foot pushing on right side... or am I missing something here?

    pru

  6. Hey,

    I am on vacation this week and am looking forward to joining you all Wednesday night.

    Can someone provide me with an address so I can plug it into my GPS. I the put-in place easy to find?

    Can't wait!

    And make sure you pay the $5 entrance fee (unless you already have a dcr pass)because they do ticket. You get the parking pass at the main entrance (Not the boat ramp) and then return to the boat ramp to unload and park.

    pru

    ps I wont be able to be there tomorrow

  7. Does anybody have a good source for new 1.5-2 liter bladders that fit in to the kokatat PFD hydtration pockets? I can't seem to keep mine even two years as the develop pin holes. I just store them empty and haven't attempted to freeze one yet.

    Thanks -Jason

    I don't - but just use NRS bladder and don't fill it all the way so it fits in just fine and works great (and now is less yucky thanks to all the good suggestions!). pru

  8. Yes, I will post one there within the next 2 weeks.

    Doug

    Hope it will be any September weekend OTHER than 9/10-11... I'm hoping to be up in Maine (again) then, but would really enjoy doing a lake trip at some point. The Squam lake one early in the season sounded like a lot of fun.

    pru

  9. Last year we continued into September as I recall. People got there when they could, and the time on the water was just shorter. I think that they end up ratcheting back the boat ramp closing time in increments of 30 minutes. Wouldn't be surprised if after Labor Day it went to 7pm - but we'll see. Also, I think that we ended up changing the night to Friday at some point because people (including Les) couldn't make it on Wed. anymore. We could see whether another night works better for people and plan accordingly. But no need to plan for the end, yet!

    pru

  10. OK, so now I have a nice kokotat hydration bladder holder (thanks, Rick!) that I'm using with an NRS bladder. Sure works better than a water bottle bungied to the deck... Except for its propensity for providing a nice growth environment for... things other than water.

    I've looked on-line for cleaning advice, but would be interested in what your experience has been. Bleach? Baking soda? Detergent? All of the above?

    pru

  11. I'm glad they caught one of them. I'm kind of surprised that the police were actually able to put in the time to stake out a car. That's kind of cool. I guess it's time to get some locks for my rack.

    Ah, the joys of small town living. I can guarantee you the Boston or Cambridge or Lowell police wouldn't have been staking out any stolen roof racks!

    pru

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