When DH and I committed ourselves to a second ride with Northwest Navigation,
we knew there would again be a challenge to get into those sea kayaks. It wasn’t so much the boat or even the threat
of cold salt water as much as it was the fear of being upside down underwater
with no way up. I’d been there during a white
water rafting trip and probably only survived thanks to my life jacket.
Even though
Captain Jeffrey assured us in all the time they‘d been putting passengers in
kayaks, the only time anyone ended up in the water was when a guy actually
stood up in the cockpit; I was still spooked.
Yet, there I
was, forcing a smile while DH shot photos from his safe spot on the deck. Jeffrey made sure I was tucked in with a
place to brace my feet and Christine took the back seat and the job of keeping
me in line.
This was a good
thing because all I seemed to be capable of doing was paddling in circles.
In spite of my
inept flailing we were soon off with the other passengers to explore the quiet
waters of the cove where the David B
was anchored for the evening.
I didn’t have
enough confidence in staying dry to bring along a camera so I’ll just have to
tell you it was almost magical to silently slide across the surface of the
clear water and watch the sea life going about their lives below us. We saw crabs, urchins, fish and other swimmy creatures
plus all kinds of plant life. Christine pointed out a variety of birds in
the cedar and madrona trees on the granite cliffs above us, and swimming by on
the water around us.
As we returned
to the boat we went through a school of transparent moon jellyfish swimming
along to their own pulsing rhythm.
With Jeffrey’s
assistance I made it back on board and the only wetness I wore was splashes
from my own paddle.
I told DH he had
to go with me next time. He’d gotten out of
this trip by saying he had to stay behind and help the captain work on the
refrigerator compressor. Uh, huh.
It was only two
days later that the kayaks went in the water again. This time DH came along.
I’ve heard a
double kayak is sometimes called a divorce kayak. But we both grinned to show we were just
happy to be here.
DH kept
squirming around behind me which made my butt muscles try to grab for a tighter
grip. There was some curt discussion
about how deep to dip the paddle and complaints about splashing before we
finally found some kind of system that got us under way.
and there were plenty of things to
see. Since I’d given my point-and-shoot
camera to Christine, and DH didn’t have the confidence to bring his along, I’ll
just tell you we cruised right under a bald eagle scoping out a mother
merganser and her brood hurrying for cover across the water in front of us. We could have come right along side the
little parade of nine fuzzy ducklings and their mom with her wild hair and
sharp beak, but we kept our distance.
Soon the eagle lifted off to find his dinner elsewhere and we continued
on our way in spite of my awkward paddling.
After dinner
that evening I got out my sketch book and recorded, with some help from
reference material on the boat, what I remembered of the duck parade. Not as good, maybe, as an actual photo. But drawing a picture helped me learn more
about the details and features of mergansers.
Video shot of my climb into the kayak and the dance of the moon jellies.
OBSERVATION--Inside Passage part 8
ILLUMINATION--Inside Passage part 9
EXHIBITION--Inside Passage part 10
ILLUMINATION--Inside Passage part 9
EXHIBITION--Inside Passage part 10
