The day was as memorable as any other. We paddled across Arrowhead Lake to the delta formed where the Little East River enters the lake. The deep, soft sediments there are packed with organic material providing the perfect environment for rapid decomposition. Jamming our paddles deep into these sediments rapidly released bubbles of carbon dioxide produced by bacteria as they gobbled up the organic bits.
Below is Canoe in the Mist for July 20, 2008
Early in the program we raft up canoes in a bow to bow star formation. While new canoeinsts make they’re way to the gathering, I am able to assess skills and give feedback. Once rafted we can practice paddle strokes, recap safety procedures and objectives of the trip as well as socializing for a minute before breaking formation and staring our tour.
A tenacious leech that we affectionately named Leroy, is seen here on my paddle. He (also she, as leeches possess both male and female organs) stayed on my paddle for at least 15 minutes as I paddled back to shore!
Below is the post trip photo.
Canoe in the Mist group for July 12, 2008
We’re not a crazy as we look, we were just trying to get the upper hand on a cold and wet July and first few days of August.
A hot muggy morning…just like August should feel on the 16th of the Month. 2009 finally offered up a bit of summer and the lake finally felt nice and warm. The blue tinge in the air is due to smog. A smog alert had been issued a few days ago as the seasonal 30 degrees and high humidity is sometimes associated with. A wood Peewee sang out its Pe-a-wee song at one edge of the lake. Our paddlers tried out a tandem canoe portage as well as this quinta-portage in which we posed for the photo.
Our experience for Sunday, August 23, 2009, consisted of a trip down the Little East River to Stubbs Falls. A highlight of the river trip included a baby muskrat who swam across in front of our canoes. The little critter was toting a big fern leaf which I’m assuming was for some purpose only a muskrat could fathom…or perhaps it was for building a muskrat lodge. At Stubbs Falls we almost lost an empty canoe! It slid off a steep, rocky portion of the river bank where it was resting, the momentum of which shot it offshore several meters where it began drifting toward the brink of the falls! Level -headed-quick- thinking-teamwork saved the canoe from its watery fate.