I am a grandmother paddling alone over 2,500 miles from Maine to Guatemala. Along the way I will be:
- telling the story of the children who live in the Guatemala City garbage dump community
- honoring their entrepreneurial mothers
- talking about the success of the Safe Passage model school and
- raising funds for additional grades for the school.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Paddle Day 61: Fighter Jets, Live Bombs and Kayak Sinking

George is blazing!
It was an exciting day with military activities, and then heading to shore with a sinking kayak!
Dropping into the kayak on a grey morning
It started as a grey morning, with the occasional spot of sun lighting up an area.  It certainly made my kayaking companion, George, get all ablaze!  This was a first for George - his first time in a plastic kayak.  He usually paddles one of the skin on frame kayaks he has built.

There was a great full page article in the local newspaper about the expedition.  When we paddled past local fishermen, they talked with us and said "We are so proud of you!"  All of the support is so heartening!

George checking my chart to point out some landmarks
It's always great to paddle with someone who knows the area.  Right before noon, there were tens of fighter jets that zoomed over us to land at Langley.  George said it mist be lunchtime for the pilots.  He also pointed out a sign...
Danger: Live Bombs!
George told me about the stories of young boys who had their legs blown off when they played on the beach we were passing.   The beach had been used as a bombing range some time ago.  George says he fishes here a lot, but never goes ashore.

Peggy and Tina joined us on a sit on top
As we neared the end of a long day of paddling, we were greeted by Peggy and her friend Tina paddling out to meet us.  George and I were both dressed for the water temperature (56 degrees) in our drysuits, but were quite steamy and damp from sweat on the inside.  The girls were dressed for the air temperature of 68 degrees, but quite chilly from having been through the surf waves to get out to us.  Right after they turned back towards Tina's house, they had to paddle against the current, which was more of a challenge.  Then I heard Tina exclaiming that they had to head for shore, as their kayak was sinking!  George and I accompanied them towards shore, but then Tina realized it would be very hard to get by car from her house to the beach they were heading for, and decided to go ahead and paddle across the inlet and the mile back to her house.

I left my kayak at Tina's beachfront house in Malo Beach, and we had a great time sunning ourselves on the deck with drinks and munchies.

Tina, Deb and Peggy on Tina's deck
Kayak happy to be on the dune and out of the little surf
Paddle Day: 61                                                        Date: Nov 12, 2014
Start: Yorktown                                                       End: Malo Beach
Distance: 19 miles                                                   Total distance: 832.4 miles
Max speed:  5.2 mph                                                Moving ave.: 3.4 mph
Kayak storage:  Tina Deibler Soper                            Host: Peggy Morrison

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