Fall 2006 Volume 6(2) Ebb & Flow
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The Newsletter of Kayak Newfoundland and Labrador Fall 2006 Volume 6(2) Ebb & Flow In this issue: Round the Rock Scottish Rivers Close Call in Labrador Surf Kayaking Ocean Waves and more ... KNL Board: President’s Message President: Ty Evans Vice-President: Peter Noel Secretary: Leslie Wells Treasurer: Sue Duffett Past-President: Neil Burgess Directors: Sea Kayaking: Paul Benson Changes at the Helm ... Whitewater: Andrew Stewart Safety: Marie Wall As your new president I want to thank the outgoing members of the KNL Conservation: Barbara Young Board (Darren McDonald, Mark Simpson, Louise Green, Ian Fong and At-large: Dave Ennis Deanne Penney) for their contributions in making our club the success it is today. I would also like to welcome our new board members (Paul Benson, Chapter Representatives: Andrew Stewart, Marie Wall, Dave Ennis, Barb Young and Ray Dunphy). Central: Cathy Peddle I would like to thank our outgoing president Neil Burgess for all his efforts. West Coast: Ray Dunphy During Neil’s leadership a lot of big ticket items have finally been put to bed. Things like the Constitution, Strategic Planning and the Environ- Ebb & Flow Editor: mental Code of Ethics, just to name a few. This hard work leaves our new Neil Burgess board in a position to muster our energies and focus more on our member- ship. We look forward to hearing your thoughts and ideas — it’s the key to Letters to the Editor: our success. So please feel free to contact any of our board members with Address your letters and comments your suggestions, comments or concerns. to [email protected] I would like to thank Peter Armitage for all his hard work as editor of Ebb We encourage members to submit and Flow. This publication speaks volumes for the efforts of Peter and his their suggestions and concerns. group. Peter has now stepped down as editor and has handed the torch off to Neil Burgess. Neil will soon be hot on the trail for new stories, trip re- Cover Photo: Wendy Killoran on ports and such, so please think about making a contribution. her Round the Rock expedition Sue Duffett has done a great job organizing a well rounded Calendar of Events for the winter and I hope it has something for everyone. Thank you Newsletter Submissions: Sue. Kayak Newfoundland & Labrador This winter will see some of us honing our skills and socializing at the pool is the provincial club for recrea- sessions. Some paddlers will venture out for a paddle on a nice winters day, tional kayaking, both sea and and I encourage paddlers to practice safety first. whitewater. Ebb & Flow is the club’s newsletter and is published 2 See you on the water, - 3 times a year. Ty We welcome your submissions to future issues of this newsletter. We Message from the Editor can’t publish all submissions and reserve the right to edit submis- Peter Armitage recently stepped down as the editor of Ebb & Flow. KNL members can thank Peter for transforming this newsletter over the years into sions for style, spelling and length. the high-quality source of paddling information, news, and local photos that we enjoy reading. I will do my best to maintain the high standards Peter has Kayak Newfoundland & Labrador set. I also want to acknowledge the hours of hard work done by Louise P.O. Box 2, Stn. C Green and Richard Alexander in laying out and proofing past issues of Ebb St. John’s, NL A1C 5H3 & Flow. My new role as editor is a challenge I look forward to. This news- letter plays a vital role for our club, which I hope to foster. www.kayakers.nf.ca Neil Burgess 2 Kayak Newfoundland & Labrador Newfoundland A place in my heart by Wendy Killoran Wind whistles again through the vast expanse of this aqueous realm. cockpit, and in my dry suit, I have tree tops on this August day, a re- I have found it unbelievable in this learned to endure discomfort and to lentless reminder that I’m a sea paddling paradise, that I have not accept these lengthy days as an op- kayaker practicing patience and met a single paddler in a kayak on portunity to extend my own per- respect for the sea. A tempestuous the water unexpectedly, after more sonal limits. Hour after hour, I have sea rolls wave after strong, white- than three months of paddling. I paddled with a rhythmical cadence capping wave in a spray of unfurled have tried to comprehend why. along cliffs of rock tumbling into power onto the gravel beach. It is a the ocean like a fortress’ protective land day. Again the sea is too om- Is it because I have paddled walls. I paddled with urgency, nipotent. I am chomping at the bit amongst cliffs and ledges exposed never quite relaxed, always aware to complete this journey with 165 fully to the powers of the sea, offer- that the conditions could change in kilometers remaining to be paddled. ing no respite and protection for the wink of an eye from a placid dozens of kilometers? Paddling place of contemplation to a fury of How does one summarize a 3,000 “round the Rock” has given me a unrelenting power, challenging my kilometre circumnavigation of the genuine appreciation for this unique skills and strength. I gazed in con- “Rock”, Newfoundland’s moniker? place on the eastern edge of Can- stant wonder at the stark beauty of The experience has transcended ada, jutting out into the vast North the towering mountains, and the deep into the core of my being. Atlantic Ocean, from my unique ledges of limestone, always anxious point of vantage. The solitude on the water has been that the whisper of wind rippling profound. With the exception of the The challenges have come at me the water could become a full-blast fishermen mainly focused on their fast and furious. With lengthy pad- gale. More than once I found my- frenzied work and not some anoma- dling days allowing no possibility self paddling with all my strength lous paddler, I have only met birds, for safe landings for often at least and courage to reach the sanctuary (Cont’d. on page 4) Newfoundland whales, fish, and porpoises on this eight hours of confinement in my Ebb & Flow 3 Newfoundland (Cont’d. from pg 3) of a cove or harbour. Always I ar- rived relieved and humbled. It often felt like I played a risky game of Russian roulette, and as the journey progressed, I found it increasingly difficult to muster more strength, courage and motivation to risk an- other day upon the unpredictable sea. The weather conditions have been as vast as the new vocabulary I have learnt from the Newfound- landers I have had the opportunity to meet. I have been blessed with calm, comfortable, sunny days, but I have also paddled through pouring rain that stings the flesh with its cold, needle-like assault, covering the water in bouncing pop-corn ker- of extremely limited visibility. I use Along the south shore, I’d paddled nels, leaving an artist’s canvas cov- only topographic map and compass with my new friend, Freya Hoff- ered in pointillism dots. I hunkered to navigate. I started to appreciate meister, an accomplished, exuber- bent far forward, reaching low, the merits of a GPS. I learned to ant German paddler, who less than head buried in my Gore-Tex hood, trust my navigational skills and to a month later became Greenlandic relishing the downpour showering remain confident where it was easy champion in Sisimiut, Greenland. everything it fell upon. I have pad- to become disoriented. Confidence We shared laughs, challenges, and dled in fog so utterly dense, that I is mandatory when paddling “round each other’s companionship, but could not see ten meters beyond the the Rock”. I have experienced idyl- when she left to return to her home- kayak’s bow. I was ensconced in a lic paddling conditions throughout land, I continued paddling solo, first blind world with a 360 degree view the day only to be challenged by a admittedly with a sense of appre- of water far from land, sometimes strong blast of wind as fatigue was hension, then with growing confi- for over an hour. This particular setting in. I was watching a line of dence, and finally with a feeling of time in Exploits Bay, hopping from white approach me across the Strait loneliness as the weeks flowed into island to island spread at least five of Belle Isle. Within minutes, I felt months. A friend provides support, kilometers apart, not even a hint of like I was sitting on a bucking horse emotionally and physically. I learnt wind blew. I was in a silent world in a rodeo, paddling the last two the value of a compatible paddling kilometers across Pistolet Bay for partner and was recognizing the all I was worth. I was yet again magnitude of my journey. To pad- … I felt like I humbled when I set foot ashore on dle solo “round the Rock” was in a the outskirts of Cook’s Harbour different league from paddling with was sitting on a near the northern extremity of the a partner, yet being solo, opened Northern Peninsula. doors literally, as I stepped ashore. bucking horse The excitement and newness of an As the journey progressed, I felt the expedition eventually wears away fatigue. To paddle eight hours a day in a rodeo, pad- to the reality of the monotony and or more, day after day, took its toll.