Starting the long crossing |
I was anxious as I set out for the seven mile crossing of the Potomac. It was the best weather window, but not optimal, with a moderate wind was in my face. I used my standard calming techniques as I paddled out into the waves. Instead of thinking of falling down into the rough, dangerous, scary water, I thought about the supportive water actively holding me and my kayak up.
The waters in my hometown in the Shenandoah Vally in Virginia end up in the Potomac, so I also thought about one of the earliest poems I wrote. It was a celebration of the little rapid I passed by every day as I walked to school. That rapid fascinated me, especially after lots of rain, when it grew to what seemed to me an amazingly forceful flow. With hind sight it was only a class I rapid at best, but to an adventurous little girl, it was so exciting. Now in crossing the Potomac I was crossing over water that had flowed through my home town: friendly water that would remember my early admiration, and now keep me safe as I crossed. (Okay, I know this is weird thinking, but it works for me.)
Once on the other side, I passed a "pound net" set to catch fish. The many poles were covered with pelicans! I have arrived in the south. I've seen loons in their winter plumage, who come from Maine and other northern areas to winter here.
Circled by pelicans |
It was a challenge rounding Smith Point. As I approached a kept seeing small fishing boats come out between the break walls of the harbor there, and then immediately turning around and returning between the break walls. What did they know that I didn't know. Once they saw me, some fishermen stayed out to watch to see if I could make it around the point. It did take reaching deep into my energy bank to pull out the power to get across the currents and waves. Right around the point I decided it was too rough to continue, but told myself I could make it to the next house, then the next bay, and then things calmed down enough that I made it all the way to Reedville.
Standing on shore to meet me was Linda, a childhood friend I hadn't seen since high school! What a treat. She had driven miles to meet me and take me back to her home for the night. She is restoring a grand plantation home, with the circular drive, the formal gardens and the sweeping views of the countryside. I can't wait to see the finished home!
Linda and Deb in Reedville |
The next day Francine and Kathy, two other high school friends, arrived and we stayed in Reedville. at Ted's cousin's house It was so much fun to catch up with old friends!
Kathy, Francine, Linda and Deb |
Paddle Day: 56 Date: Nov 4, 2014
Start: Point Lookout End: Reedville
Distance: 19.5 miles Total distance: 752.1 miles
Max speed: 5.0 mph Moving ave.: 3.4 mph
Kayak storage: Ted and Kathy Hosts: Linda and Neil, Ted and Kathy, Francine
Start: Point Lookout End: Reedville
Distance: 19.5 miles Total distance: 752.1 miles
Max speed: 5.0 mph Moving ave.: 3.4 mph
Kayak storage: Ted and Kathy Hosts: Linda and Neil, Ted and Kathy, Francine
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