Monday, July 13, 2009
Battling the high seas ...
It was a lovely, sunny day today on Cape Cod, so we decided to take the kayaks out at about 5 p.m. for a bit of an evening paddle/nosh/tipple. This is something we've done several times over the past few years, often with our friend Julie in her little paddleboat.
We put in at West Falmouth Harbor, just a few miles from the pottery, and immediately discovered that the breeze that appeared to be blowing about 20 mph (whitecaps on the upwind end of the harbor, pennants straight out on the sailboats at their moorings) was indeed doing just that. So we got out of the launch area, turned our backs to the wind and fairly flew down-harbor, under a roadway bridge and into the marsh north of the bridge. It made for a pleasant little paddle, chatting with the mallards and Canada geese, but turning back into the wind to get back to the launch ramp was a chore. It was a slog back into the teeth of the wind, through oncoming and splashing waves, but we made it with little damage to the salad, cheese and salami in my boat, or the two beers, or Julie's white wine. All of which we consumed after hauling out the boats and finding a friendly rock near the ramp. Followed shortly after by ice cream at Whistlestop. A lovely, if strenuous, evening.
I'll attach a few photos from the full moon paddle a week ago in less breezy conditions. This one started off the beach at Chapaquoit and went south down the Buzzards Bay shore to a tidal creek flooding into Great Sipewissett Marsh. Nine boats and ten paddlers ... or eight boats and nine paddlers ... I can't remember. But a still, beautiful night, cloudless and a nearly-full moon rising in the southeast while we traded bug spray, white wine, Spanish Cava and single-malt Scotch boat to boat. And then paddled out on the falling tide and home beneath the Big Dipper.