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Coach Gollum

Ramble On, And now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I’m goin’ ’round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I’ve been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Got no time to for spreadin’ roots, The time has come to be gone.
And to’ our health we drank a thousand times, it’s time to Ramble On.
-zepplin

There’s a lot of information in there!  I sit in my cockpit with my paddle over my lap as I look out at the new faces waiting for me to impart some new bit of knowledge that in theory will help them get started in their own kayaking adventures.

Of course those little moments are measured in micro-seconds, but the often seem much longer. That moment for the coach is the one where they hit the search button on their organic computers and pull up the outline for the next lesson; “Forward Stroke”. . . “Search”. . . In that micro-second all the information you’ve collected over the years pops up in a page ranked Google format. .

1. Forward Stroke: Outline
2. Forward Stroke: Brent Reitz DVD
3. Forward Stroke: Chicken Wing; See Brent Reitz
4. Forward Stroke: Push/Pull, good or bad?
5. Yoga 101 – Yoga & Shamanism, The Mulabanda
6. Variations on a theme
7. Modern Religions & Paddling Atheism
8. Forward Stroke: Outline (1978)

While all this information continues to roll up on your internal screen, your mouth launches into the outline (ranked #1). . . “Simply put “The Forward Stroke” is an officious way to say, getting from here to there. . .”. . .

Of course we don’t teach the “Forward Stroke”. Anyone from their first day in a kayak can go forward. What we as coaches do is really just help the student to make it more efficient. It’s hardly worth breaking into a lecture about motivating forces, drag coefficients and the like. They just want to paddle, and we want to show them how to do it without getting tired too quickly or ending up with some odd injury.

Once I click on “Forward Stroke: Outline” and my voice begins the introductions by memory I’m again examining in the background each highlight from the lesson:

1. Demonstration
2. What we did
3. Paddlers Box, square shoulders, sitting upright, hand placements
4. Planting the blade – Spearing not Slapping. . Clean, efficient
5. Stroke powered by Torso not arms – what’s going on inside the boat, legs, feet. .
6. Blade exit, point where blade changes from power, to drag, clean exit, loose hands, chimney flu effect, exit sets up for stroke on the other side. . .

Within each of these simple ideas are all the details. Again the details are in new lists of weighted information from the primary points, to secondary points, to interesting, to vaguely related, to stupid things that you’ve heard that just mess people up when they are trying to learn. With each step in your mental outline you again sort out that information picking through those nuggets as it were to for the bits that are most appropriate to the particular group or particular student. . .

Of course this is the progression that often creates the monster from that famous 1958 Classic. . “THE COACH THAT WON’T SHUT UP!!” Ahhhhhhh!!!! “Run Away!! Paddle for your lives! “. .

Funny how even when you accept the notion that paddling is not rocket science, you STILL can find ways to make it sound like rocket science! One of the hardest things for coaches, and people in general is to understand that just because they have vast amounts of information stored away on a subject, there is no reason, in fact it can be detrimental to share it all. Teaching kayaking should be much more akin to teaching a child to ride a bike than lecturing on molecular biology. The problem is we ENJOY the subject so much! Like that kid on the phone with grandma about her trip to Disney land, we just ramble on. . .

REWIND. . .

So still captured in that micro-second as the students look on, I hit the big red X in my mental browser and close all the screens and power off. I twist the ring round my finger and look across at the faces and feel the breeze come across the water and sun warming my face. I  take over from from automatic introduction, wrap it up and simply demonstrate. Quickly, yet clearly I hit a couple points that will help the student be a bit more efficient and let them go. . .After awhile, a good while that seems like forever, I gather them back. I re-emphasize those main points, offer a few moments for discussion and move forward. Saving all that advanced stuff for another class and often a more qualified coach. . .

ReelWaterProductions.com

Hey, here’s a new website worth checking out. Reel Water Productions is of course the home of Bryan Smith creator of the Pacific Horizons DVD, 49 Megawatts and more. Bryan and I have been working on this site for a bit of time now and we’re both happy to finally make it available to everyone. Once I got the template down, Bryan took over. . . and I have to admit I was amazed by the amount on content. You’ll find video clips, bios, past production history, a large gallery of pictures and no less than 3 blogs! Yeah, well 2 of them have been around for awhile but now they are all living in the same home. So check it out at www.ReelWaterProductions.com. Congrats Bryan on the new site!

Balancing act


Found out this morning
There’s a circus coming to town
They drive in Cadillacs
Using walkie-talkies, and the Secret Service
- talking heads

This week I had my first two sea kayaking classes of the new season and both of course had their own personalities. The first was loose and laid back. We covered a lot of the points I wanted to cover and yet, driving home I could pinpoint bits and pieces that I wanted to do differently or that I felt I overlooked.

The second class just two days later was a bit of an over compensation. I had refocused on my learning points and covered everything in more detail. The downside of that was that the students were not ready to go on time and since we had started late, we ended late as well. Sometimes that’s ok though. If the class is going well, and everyone is having a good time (and still in a learning state of mind) there is no reason for the instructor and the class not to agree to extend the session.

In the end you come to realize that when you jump back in after the winter it’s a lot like standing up in a kayak for the first time in awhile. You know how to do it but your balance is a bit off. You lean a bit too much one way, then lean a bit too much the other until you once again find center.

* By the way, the kid in the photograph is performing at Tommy Bartlett’s Ski, Sky & Stage Show in Wisconsin Dells. I was up doing some promotional shots for them last year and had a great “face making” session with the little chap right before he went on. Soon as he jumped up on stage he got as focused and serious as anyone his age could possibly be.

In the shuffling madness


In the shuffling madness- of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping — steam breaking on his brow –
old Charlie stole the handle and the train won’t stop going –
no way to slow down. – tull

It’s probably the nature of the moment; The media screams of politics, the opinion battles of guns, gods, activists and naysayers, the wind tunnel nature of my own little world of late, the sound of heavy trucks passing by on the highway. . . Whatever the reasons and likely for all these reasons and a multitude others that have so easily woven into the din, the tenor, the beat, the drums, the bells, the noise seems slightly overwhelming. Even the birds seem strangely loud.  An oppressive atmosphere seems filled with acrid odors aloft on a racing wind.

More simply put its coping with stress. The naked ape was designed for the world as it was created, not for the world created by the ape. Of course the race was afoot some thousands of years ago. Even then some noticed. Somewhere along the way an occasional eye would see beyond the dust of the great migrations to the forests at each side the open plain and wonder why they don’t just turn left or right. “Why not just get out of the flow and go sit under a that nice shady tree?” As history passed these few lost souls would ask, “Is there something more than this?” Why do we do the things we do? The head long rush of progress demands the occasional philosophical reconnaissance mission. Someone has to look over the ledge and ask, “Do we really want to go here?”. “Maybe,” they’d ask, “Maybe we need to stop and think about this awhile.” More often than not they would find themselves crushed under the hooves of the stampede and relegated to a lost corner of history. Today their words a stored away in dusty stacks of fading books on lost library shelves. Who has time to read such antiquated drivel?

It seems to me we’ve entered an age where snarky opinion and a rush to polar battle have become parasitic. The faster we move, the quicker our decision making, the less time we have to consider those decisions. Our own minds inner working mimic the relentless speed of a 24 hour news cycle. With no time to consider, we think in sound bytes and over simplifications. We choose sides and regurgitate talking points of perceived authorities. We have to. Thinking takes time. Who has any of that? Time is a precious thing that we dare not waste.

These days it seems the voices are too loud and too pervasive. We live in the torrents of calls to action. What to buy, what to wear, what to watch, who to vote for, what morality to support. The voices demand we choose a product or buy an ideal. Each voice serving their own best interests. They collect us like baseball cards, as a signature on a petition of their own validity; a party role call, a blip on a profit graph. We are market share. Majority rules. Volume the logic goes, manifests reality. On someone else’s racing locomotive we are the passengers that justify the line. For my part I often feel caught on a train that keeps flying past the stops.

Wouldn’t you know the phone just rang! I need to get back to my real job. I have to build an advertisement. Go figure!

best foot forward. . .


Oh the minute I put them on
I knew I had done something wrong
All her gifts for the dance had gone
Its the red shoes, they cant stop . . . .dancing
- k. bush

Experience is a funny thing. It puts education in perspective. You learn that some things you were taught as rules are really guidelines at best, and many things you were never exposed to should have been part of the program. In religion it’s sometimes suggested that a young minister will focus on the law and the old will focus on forgiveness. Such is the nature of experience. This of course is why teachers need experience with their subject, and not just experience teaching. Such are the thoughts that come to my mind as I get ready for my first class of the new season.

As a matter of preparation, I took time to get out and paddle on the flat water yesterday and play a bit with all those “techniques” we teach in our kayaking classes. I realized that my experiences of the last year have changed the way I do things. My strokes have become muddled. Of course instructors have a more positive definition, they call it “blended”. Forward strokes, draws, rudders, prys, sweeps and the rest are no longer distinct actions but bits of motions strung together resulting in taking your kayak where you want it to go. I found myself needing to stop, take a deep breath, and then replay the method from an instructor’s point of view. A couple times I really struggled to remember how the method went again.

Learning strokes is akin to dance instruction. Each new stroke is like a step. Right foot here, left foot there, and so on. When you first learn to put each step together, it still looks nothing like the dance you’re trying to learn. Your movements are ridged, you’re flat-footed and always a bit out of sync with the music. Over time, as the steps become more natural you suddenly find yourself dancing. Yet if you examine the movements of a good dancer you will realize that they are rarely doing those steps “correctly”. Once they’ve learned the dance, they pass over and through the moves only casually noting with a flash or a tap where that move fits in. If you didn’t see the final product you’d be tempted to suggest they did everything wrong. Still when it’s all put together it’s obvious they did everything right.

I’ve been really lucky to have been able to watch some great paddlers in action. It’s humbling if not downright humiliating to see how easily they move through the water. It’s also pretty common that when you ask them how they did this move or that one, they have to stop and think about it. Sometimes they actually forgot, others they never consciously learned, it just happened through time and experience.

Of course it’s impossible to teach the fluidity of experience. Yet I think I’m understanding a perspective. When we teach kayak rolling a student has their eyes to the final ballet, rolling the boat. With that in mind we show them each step along the way and lead them toward their vision. In the same sense teaching strokes I think, should not be seen as an end to themselves, but a series of steps leading to the dance we call boat control. The obvious question is, “ How do we do that?”, or “How is that different than what I do now?”. I don’t know exactly!! My sense is that it means more emphasis on 2 things;

First is simply reframing the strokes instruction method. Moving from teaching a “stroke” as primary to something more akin to teaching how we accomplish something. The highlight being on the big picture. The BCU has put some good focus on this recently. Instead of a draw we are, “moving our boat sideways”, or learning how to get our boat “over there”, and so forth. Putting the focus on what we are trying to accomplish and not on the move itself. Children learn to walk, not because they want to walk, but because they want to get something!

Second, I think it has to do with feel. The advantage of experience is that we come to naturally feel how our blade acts and reacts in the water. We don’t think about it. The fluidity comes from freely moving our blades about in the water with little resistance. That’s how we combine our strokes so easily. Beginner’s often fight the blade and the water all the while trying to learn a stroke. Removing the stroke from the equation and creating blade motion experiences is probobly key. I use two methods. First I often have students just stand in the water and we go through a few “hand out the car-window” games, sinking and skimming our blades, often with eyes closed. The other I learned from watching Shawna Franklin was simply having students moving their blades through the water without causing their boats to move. Both offer opportunities for students to “feel” their blades without the complication and confusion of learning strokes at the same time.

A new season of instruction starts today. Let’s see what we can figure out. Time to strap on dem red shoes!

easy skankin’


Excuse me while I light my spliff

Good god, I gotta take a lift

From reality I just cant drift

Thats why I am staying with this riff

Some days you just stop whatever you’re doing and load up the kayak and head to the nearest bit of water you can find.

Well, that’s the FIRST thing you do. . .

birdbrain

The day went haywire.  Of course the plan was to get out and paddle. I’d been quite looking forward to it.  The local lake is flooding and for the first time in quite a few years I’ll get a chance to paddle on the road! (Something I hope to get at today.)  So when it didn’t work out yesterday I was sort bumming and sitting out by the dining room window when Mary noticed something big landing out in the pasture across the road. We see turkey vultures there regularly so it was quite a surprise to see 3 Bald Eagles instead!  2 adults and one yearling.  When you see nature from the cockpit of a kayak it somehow feels much different. In a sense it’s like living in a nature film, yet at the same time it seems somehow “correct”.  When these amazing creatures decide to stop by the house, it’s oddly surreal. (More pictures after the jump)

This is as close as I could get with my little 300mm lens. I stood back quite some distance as to not disturb them. The adult’s distinctive white heads stand out from quite a distance. The younger eagle still sported the brown and white patchwork of youth. Seeing these guys is pretty exciting.  Bald eagle numbers in the lower 48 had been dwindling for years. Only recently have they begun once again to expand their range out from the various last stands around the country. One of those being just south of here. (read more about Bald Eagles in Wisconsin) We now have a nesting pair at the local lake and obviously a few curious explorers checking out the rest of the area as well. What’s truly fantastic is that  the eagles are just the latest in a list of big birds that seem to be re-discovering our little part of the world. it was only a few years ago when Sandhill cranes began again to spend their summers here.  Each morning we awake their their boisterous calls. It was not so long ago when seeing a crane was something you did by visiting the International Crane Foundation located here in Baraboo. Not by just looking up! These days they’re everywhere!

In addition other big birds have also seemed to have come out of nowhere.  We now have loons at the lake and over the last 2 years cormorants have been showing up as well. It’s been about 3 years now since Osprey’s have become local residents. Osprey’s are listed as “threatened” in the state. Earlier in the week we enjoyed hanging out at the lake and watching the Osprey fish from the high cliffs.  They shoot out over the water to do a reconnaissance run, and if they see something they will dive with amazing speed and explode into the water.  Osprey are not afraid to dive right in after a fish.  Then after a split second of calm, they blast back out of the water and to take off once more into the sky.  I’ve noticed these guys are pretty shy.  On a quiet day you’ll see them out and about.  If the park is busy, the are no where to be found.

I’m not sure if it’s real or just an impression, but it seems I remember a time when Canada Geese migrated.  They would stop by Wisconsin on their way somewhere north in the spring or south in the autumn.  These days you’ll find them here year around.  The pair in the picture held let me get quite close before finally deciding to head off a bit.  As soon as I passed by they returned to their dry log and cursed me for disturbing their day.

All this bird life really stands out if you’ve been here long enough to remember when the skies were empty. It shows that since those environmentally bleak days of the 70s we must be doing something right. On the other hand, you see all the folks moving into the area fighting for their rights to seemingly undo the good that has been done.  That’s the problem with nature.  Everyone wants a peice of it.  And many will slash and burn that very land to put their feet or their house upon it. Never realizing they are destroying exactly what they came here for.



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