John Browning

Today

Today is Wednesday, August 10th, 2011.  The heat wave that has gripped my little part of the world has broken.  Well, It’s changed anyway.  The Costa Rican humidity has passed and average high temperatures is back around 80 degrees Fahrenheit.  Today I’m meeting a new rolling student who’s driving down from LaCrosse for a bit of coaching. I love private classes.. I also feel a bit humbled by the fact that someone would drive so far to hang out with me for a couple of hours.  I’ll tell you one thing, I want to see her rolling before the days out.  Now here’s a few more thoughts that popped into my crazy head this morning…   Continue reading

Be Still My Beating Heart

Birds on the roof of my mothers house, Ive no stones that chase them away Birds on the roof of my mothers house, Will sit on my roof some day They fly at the windows, They fly at the door, Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore? – sting

It’s been a rough year when all is said and done. Family illness has certainly taken the wind out of our sails on more than one occasion recently and I’m not one who suffers hospital environments well. Too many hours spent bedside to too many leaving faces has used up my tolerance for whites & pastels. I’m certainly looking forward to the summer season allowing me to grab moments oblivion out on the water. Tomorrow I get to go have my semi-annual physical. (Bet cha didn’t see that one comin’) The “semi” wouldn’t be there if the doctor had his way of course. I thought I had better get in for a physical before I take on some long paddles that tend to take you out past any real help or hope. I certainly don’t feel like I’m going to keel over any time soon, but being a full blown hypochondriac (see paragraph 1) I’m not prepared to bet the farm on it either. Hypochondriacs can find reasons to worry in a stick falling from a tree. I’m especially talented in this regard. Then as if that’s not enough, I just read the story of Broc Bebout yesterday. That’s certainly enough to get the heart skipping.

I wonder if this is a good spot to talk about first aid kits & managing catastrophic events on water?Last Saturday I was reminded why it’s always good to sit in on someone’s intro to kayaking lectures even if you feel you’ve heard it a million times before. Sometimes little things you haven’t heard jump out at you, even from people you know. During the REI paddlesports demo event Mr. B offered a quick overview of his PFD gear and took a moment to present his “On Person” First aid kits which he had developed after taking the BCU 5 star class a couple years back. Hmmm, on person first aid kit? Why didn’t I have one of those??

Imagine paddling with one other person and in an instant they injure their shoulder, get a nice cut, or have some other issue on the water. Imagine too that it’s not an option to immediately duck back into shore. What if the weather is nasty as well with choppy waves, swell, wind, etc.? One thing that seems clear, you certainly can’t ask the injured person to dig through one of your hatches for first aid equipment. In fact, opening your hatches in conditions is just a BAD MOVE in general. So logically your first aid kit goes in your day hatch. Right? What, you don’t have a day hatch? Even if you do what if you are involved in supporting the other paddler as well? You may not be able to easily get into a day hatch. I can hardly pry mine open on a good day. I can’t imagine trying to support a victim in any kind of conditions while trying to dig a bag out of a day hatch and then sorting through it all to get to what I need, can you?

The solution has to allow you to manage these sort of catastrophic events on the water without opening a hatch. Let’s look a little more specifically at the potential events we could likely face and the “on-body” solutions. At this point I’ll steal directly from John. . . ” Injury to paddler Dislocated shoulder; laceration, blister, PNB (no not peanut butter)–pulseless non-breathing. So, my “on-person” first aid kit contains a Velcro strap to wrap around a wrist/forearm and a large safety pin (aka blanket pin or diaper pin) to secure the arm of the injured shoulder, much as a sling would do. If a swath was also needed I would use my rescue stirrup to secure the humurous to the body. I carry a couple of 4×4 gauze pads, duct tape strips, couple of band-aids, and a piece of moleskin–all for the management of the laceration or blisters. I also carry a CPR face shield and a pair of nitrile (non-latex) exam gloves. This is all packaged in a small waterproof zip-lock envelope and fits in the pocket of my pfd. (Some would say that you don’t need the Velcro strap–I say it is a small item to carry so that you don’t have to make two holes in a dry-top or dry suit.) “Injury” to boat, or paddle Carry a spare paddle and a repair kit. What events could happen to a boat that would require on-water tending? A lost hatch cover, or a hole in the hull/deck. My “on-person” repair kit contains a large plastic garbage (aka “rubbish”) bag and a piece of bungee cord–the bag is placed over the open hatch and secured by the bungee. Note: The bag could also be used to provide shelter to a hypothermic paddler. I also carry a piece of plumber’s epoxy that can be applied to wet surfaces and cures under water–this works well in plugging small holes and leaking cracks in the hull/deck. Additionally, I carry a piece (approximately 8″ x 8″) of plastic (a 3 or 4 mil. thickness) that can be cut to size (you do carry a knife for something other than salami and cheese) and taped over a larger hole with some duct tape that is also in the kit. I also carry a small piece of that special chamois like toweling to dry the area before taping–duct tape won’t stick to a wet boat. Finally, I carry a small multi-tool that is about the size of a book of matches that has a phillips/star head and a flat/slot head screw driver, as well as small pliers and wire cutters on it. Yes all of this fits into a doubled ziplock baggie (heavy duty). I have been known to carry a special denzo tape–a tarry impregnated cloth tape that adheres to wet surfaces–it’s a UK specialty and the BCU freaks go gonzo over it. However, it is very messy, goes bad before you are likely to use it, and has some environmental issues, and you generally can’t buy it in this country (I did do some research for a US based product last year, and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t worth it.)

For my part, I’ve always kept a good first aid kit & repair kit in the hatch of my boat, but it hadn’t occurred to me to keep a few things on my body at all times. It was a bit of an epiphany. As an instructor you are most often fairly near shore and you can have a pretty basic “on-person” kit. For myself I think I’m going to toss in a couple immediate need pills as well to cover allergy, migraine, & sea sickness as well. We each have to customize our kits to best fit our needs. It’s important to remember this is not your primary first aid kit, just some quick solutions when things go wiley on the water. Then you can get to shore and address things properly. So. . . What other gear would you carry on your PFD? We’ll save that for another post. I’m much to busy sweating out the last day before my physical. You know how us men are. . . Total Chickens! They fly at the windows, They fly at the door . . . -dm

The Power Plant & A Green Bell

A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood,
Somehow that always just made me feel good,
I can put a spare bulb in my hand, And light up my yard – Bare Naked Ladies

Saturday I had a quick paddle on Lake Columbia with another local kayaker. We had not really met before so there is always that funny space where you try to find a comfort zone with a stranger, but all in all I think we had a good time of it. Although I’m glad the power-plant is near by and keeps the winter water warm, I ecstatic that I no longer need it to get my fix. See you next year LC!

Sunday it was up early for a quick 2 hr drive south-east to Milwaukee for a day paddle with JB. Now, it was going to be 65 F here at home (our first really comfortable day of spring) and maybe 54 F on the lake in Milwaukee. So it had crossed my mind to stay here and go hiking, but in the end the siren song of the urban shore drew me to the beach. John and I met as we had last time, (in February) near a place called Bradford Beach. For strangers to Milwaukee this is an easy to find destination. You just drive on the interstate until you can go no further. It literally comes to an end at a stoplight along the shore. You turn left and drive past an art museum (why are they always on the water??), past a yacht club (of course), and within a couple miles you find the park. Easy peasy!

Before we had unloaded the boats we met a couple from Michigan who were over exploring the town. Everything in Milwaukee is in a “Ward” just like a hospital so the conversation was all about finding a “ward 3″ which is here, and “ward 4″ which is over there. . . . When I think of “ward” I’m looking for “Walley and the Beav” As it happened, the couple we had met were members of the West Michigan Kayakers group and I hope to see them again at the symposium. One of the great things about sea kayaking is how the web of paddlers is constantly making new connections and everyone seems to be just one connection away from everyone else. That’s very cool.

After a year or so we launched out into the freshwater sea. (It takes me about a year to get geared out.) We paddled south a bit then straight out to a monstrous green bell buoy which was about 3 miles off the coast and about 5.5 miles from our launch. We had a relaxing 2 ft roll out of the north east and an irritating south-west wind just strong enough to mix up the lake surface a bit. As we approached the buoy and the wind turned south-easterly we discussed a silhouette that started out as a kayak, then changed to a fishing boat, then to a canoe as we approached. In the end it was a big brand-new green guide boat. These are sort of like canoes only wider, with oars and whicker chairs. Now if you own one, don’t email me and say it’s nothing like a canoe. C’mon, a kayak is like a canoe with a top on it depending who you ask. I have been getting this feeling guide boat folks are a little sensitive about their watercraft. In my story it looked just like a canoe until we got up close enough to see the owner’s hair blowing in the wind. We had made it within maybe 10 yards of the buoy but as we chatted with the GB, we slowly drifted south east until we were some 75 yards or so from the green bell. Being caught up in a conversation about drysuits and VHS which were notably absent from the guide boat, I was being pulled away from our initial goal.

I’m sure John was at least a little disturbed that I wanted to paddle back out to the buoy instead of turning back, but I needed to “touch” a place I hadn’t touched before. Yes, maybe I’m a bit “touched” as well. So be it! When my oldest kids were little I used to have them stop as we walked through town to touch a tree, a rock, a leaf, or some other object. I wanted them to stop in the middle of the mundane and make a connection, just for a moment with something more meaningful. You often miss a big beautiful timeless oak if it’s growing between a sidewalk and a road. I wanted them to be able to see it hidden in an urban camouflage and think of it there 250 years ago in open oak savannah.

So. . . it’s “STOP, LOOK, TOUCH. Ok, let’s go. . . “

The point is I do this myself all the time. Often when I hike I want to take a moment to make some minor little connection with a rock-face that has stood long before any of us was a “chocolate bar in our father’s back pocket” and will stand long after we’re all ash. In this moment I touch eternity. Then I lift my fingers from the stone, turn away and turn to ash. Life is fleeting. On a much more basic plane touching a big green bell tied 3 miles off shore is still a magnet for me. However, when you are in a bit of a rolling sea you will be content to paddle around at a safe distance! Wow are those things big!

As we paddled back I noticed I was having momentary lapses of vertigo. I think I must not have eaten enough. I would set my focus on the compass and regain my equilibrium but it’s still a pretty funky feeling. Like you could just fall right over. My two big, fattening, frosted, kwikie-mart donuts seem to NOT have been the best pre-paddle snack! I’ve got to watch that next time. I think I will dose up on a little Dramamine next time as well.

So now it’s back to another work week. Maybe later today I’ll paddle. Maybe I’ll go hiking. Then again, who knows what I might do!

- dm

Quick Note: New Pics

Hi,

Not much to report today other than we are AGAIN being buried in a snowstorm. I updated the February Lake Michigan Ice gallery. John B. was kind enough to send me the pictures he took. So now there are actually pictures of me as well. Wow that roll woke me up! Fun, Fun!!

. . That’s all he said and nothing more. . .

-dm





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