lessons learned
My first attempts at learning a kayak roll!
So yesterday I was off to Rutabaga to do a little traditional rolling instruction. I’m not sure why, but in the southern part of the state it seems like traditional rolling is very slow to catch on. Not like up north or in Michigan for that matter where there is a fire in the sport. I would think that has to change in time. This part of the state is 2 hours from big water and is a land filled with lakes. prefect for future champion rollers.
I think as instructors we need a way to incorporate traditional rolling into kids classes. Something to think about for the future. IF someone starts making decent gear for young people!! Oh well, one class at a time. Continue reading
Jack in the Green
With his long tail hanging down.
He sits quietly under every tree —
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground —
signals the snowdrops it’s time to grow.
It’s no fun being Jack-In-The-Green —
no place to dance, no time for song.
He wears the colours of the summer soldier —
carries the green flag all the winter long.
Jack, do you never sleep —
does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times,
motorways, powerlines,
keep us apart?
Well, I don’t think so —
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today.
The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
are the charges left for you to groom.
Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green.
Oh Jack, please help me through my winter’s night.
And we are the berries on the holly tree.
Oh, the mistlethrush is coming.
Jack, put out the light. – Ian Anderson
Welcome to summer! I’m off to teach traditional rolling today. Cya.
the fine art of noodling

Riding along in my automobile
I was anxious to tell her the way I feel
So I told her softly and sincere
And she leaned and whispered in my ear
Cuddlin’ more and drivin’ slow
With no particular place to go
-chuck berry
There was another crack of thunder. Still off in the distance. No time like now for rolling practice. For the next half hour or so under the darkening skies I just rolled and played with my old warhorse. We hadn’t played in some time and it was pure joy. . As the wind began to pick up I stowed my paddle and hand rolled the explorer for a bit. Wow. . it went well. Usually I have to muscle the big Explorer, but for some reason it was simple and fluid under the clouds.
I pointed the boat out toward the place I had planned to go. Lightning struck out among the trees. I snapped this picture, then turned around and paddled back to the jeep. As my kayak slid on the sand, a small wake followed and crashed along side me. It was a good day. A day where I went absolutely nowhere.
Ikelos Arrived

Until tomorrow it’s all I can say.
Take the time to find the world another way.
I wanna be more than yesterday and somehow find a way to this new religion.
- polyphonic spree
Thanks to the personal attention of Christie Dobson at Werner Paddles, my new Ikelos paddles arrived today. The Ikelos is a full sized, high angle blade generally designed for folks with some decent conditioning. I’m not sure I qualify as “well conditioned” but I love the connection a big blade gives you with the water. The blades are amazingly buoyant which gives you a great feel in the water. Beautiful for braces and rolling. These are the big dogs I’ll be using in Puerto Rico in 39 days. The 4 piece is available as a special order. It does add a bit of weight to the paddle (standard is about 26oz), but it’s not bad and the convenience for travel makes up easily for the couple extra ounces. I really recommend that when you look at new paddles you should give one of the “Performance Core” paddles a try. If you’ve never tried them before that extra buoyancy will be a big surprise.
In other news, I’m sure you noticed the site was down today. I started yesterday moving KQuixotica over to a new server and there was a bit of a delay in the switch. But it’s all worked out now and we are back up and running. Sorry for that.
rough waters of the internet
Hey all. Well today I’m working on updating our web server. Joy.! So pardon the mess, it’s cleaning day. . .
Now THIS is COOL!

How is it I never see
The waves that bring me her words to me
for though unseen they drift around
they catch my breath and knock me down
- phish
“I started filming Pacific Horizons out of the passion I have for sea kayaking here in the Northwest. With the outer coast, protected inland waters, tidal races, wildlife, and people it seemed like a natural starting point for my first full length sea kayaking film. I set my goals really high right from the start and wanted to focus on one geographic area, giving the film a solid theme that carried through every segment. The film has been shot in High Definition and I have been super excited on the overall quality of the images. I’ve also concentrated on capturing the spirit of the paddlers as well and tried hard to bring out the humor and personalities that make the sport of sea kayaking so much fun.”
Check it out at www.pacifichorizonsfilm.blogspot.com Heck, just the trailer is going to make you want to sneak out of work and go paddling! Go ahead. . . . You KNOW you want to! It’s ok. . . just go. . Get up right now. . .Sneak out the side door. . . . Go on. . . go. . .
*Photos courtesy of Bryan Smith. Used by permission. Thank you!
I sat down and wrote my obituary . . .

Man it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisperin’ words that will melt everyone
But you stay so cool
- rob thomas/santana
It was a hot and steamy night. I had kept having visions of the house as Salvador Dali would have painted it. My clocks were oozing down the walls like the trunk of a strangely over endowed elephant. The most comfortable place to sleep was on the floor surrounded by fans. (no, not the rockstar type fans. . . . one could only hope. . . .) I was sleeping quite well until there was a tug at my foot. I tried to ignore it. . tug. . . . . tug. . . . I rubbed my eyes and looked to see Lizzie our black lab. Instantly she saw I was awake and walked on top of me and stared down at me from above. . Slurrrrrrrrrrrp! Time to get up!!! “Ok, already” I said. I sat up and put my arms around her as she sat in and leaned against me. We sat there in a quiet house watching the clocks melt together for a few moments. Then I got up and put her outside. . . It’s going to be another hot one.
I was flipping through the new issue of paddler magazine. My eyes still almost to blurry to read. . I read a small bit about Roz Savage. .” Roz has a plan to row from San Francisco to Australia in a time frame of 3 months. .
Well, I’m back from the symposium in Washburn and I think it might take a day or two to get my head back on straight. As always it was a good time. Yesterday our final rolling class was stopped by lightning and we had to call it an early day. To bad too, cuz I was sure we were going to have another new roller. All we needed was another 10 minutes!
Watch here the next couple days. I have some pics from Hadas and Tomer that arrived while I was gone. . I’ve got info about an exciting new DVD coming out and a few more tidbits as well. Now I’ve got to try to get my eyes unstuck so I can get some work done!
Happy Monday, and as always Thanks for stopping by! I may not always mention it but I certainly owe all of you guys a lot for your readership and support over the years. THANK YOU!
Now, how do you get melted clock out of the carpeting?



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