Paddling Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge, Sand Bridge, VA

While in Tidewater Virginia for my sister Kim’s wedding, my uncle Cliff and I headed off to Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge (NWR).  Cliff meandered about amongst the dunes birding while I tried to do the same in my kayak out on the water.  Unfortunately for me, bird sightings were few and far between…thankfully, so were the bird droppings.  I did get a great paddle in a very beautiful area.

Also unfortunate for both Cliff and me were the chiggers.  I never got them before and do not want to get them again.  These little arachnids burrow into your skin and hang on until you can asphyxiate them by covering the bites with nail polish or toothpaste.  The bites itch like crazy.  I thought I had poison ivy and was somewhat relieved to find it was chiggers.  I am still up and down, now, about which affliction was worse.

Using the map I got I was not sure exactly how much water I covered but I think it was minimal.    I have no idea at what rate I paddle and surely cannot judge distance on the water.  I bet one could spend days paddling around Back Bay before seeing everything.  I have included a few pictures.

View from a sheltered spot after a decent open water paddle:

Paddling Back Bay NWR

Is it my treet?

A different perspective:

Back Bay NWR

Right…….

Paddling Back Bay NWR

Even the trees are asking to be bored to death.

Up Bennett’s Creek with My Paddle

I was in Suffolk, VA, early last month for my sister Kim’s wedding (more on that later).  For those of you who don’t know Suffolk, it is in southeastern Virginia…often called Tidewater Virginia…and water is everywhere.  Kim lives just a block or two from the Nansemond River and a few miles from Bennett’s Creek.  I have put my kayak in the at Bennett’s Creek Park and at Bennett’s Creek Marina.  When I put in at the marina last year, I paddled out to the confluence of the Nansemond River through the salt marsh where I saw numerous Osprey, herons, gulls, and terns.

This year when I put in at the park, I paddled upstream against the tide.  That did not seem too strenous but when I turned around to paddle back and found the journey to be nearly effortless, I realized I must have been working pretty hard to get upstream.  I went as far up the creek as I could until I ran out of deep enough water.  En route I encountered numerous Great Herons, a couple Green Herons, many Osprey, and two Kingfishers.  On the way back down to the park I snapped a few pictures which are included here.

Great Egret Taking Flight

Great Egret Taking Flight

River Views

Paddling Bennett's Creek

Paddling Bennett's Creek

Postal Delay

I have some posting to do and will get that done within the next week.  I just don’t have the energy now.  I will touch on celebrating, just two weeks ago, my parents 50th anniversary and my sister’s Kim’s wedding.  Both were most enjoyable and moving experiences.  I also have, I hope, three sets of kayaking pictures including some from Back Bay, VA, Bennett Creek in VA, and Mason Neck, VA.

To those of you who have contributed to Special Olympics, VA, due to my email, www.firstgiving.com, or the link on my website, thank you!  On September 6, I and 19 of my coworkers will see how long it takes us to pull a Boeing 737 12 feet.  On that same day, in case you weren’t aware, we’ll be celebrating Ed’s 50th birthday.  Should you wish to attend either event, contact me for details .

Riding the Storm Out

I went out to kayak on Bull Run Creek early yesterday afternoon and got caught in a wicked thunder and lightning storm. I saw it coming but have not been out paddling much this summer and felt the need. Plus, I had packed everything up and headed off to my launching point without paying any attention to the weather. I figured I owed it to myself to get totally soaked for not thinking ahead and checking it out.

I had a really great paddle…but as soon as I first got on the water, I realized I needed to get close to the shore where the tall trees were so I wasn’t sitting in the middle of a body of water like a lightning rod. Once I got to the shore, on which I really could not land because it was too steep, I pulled in under an old derelict dock which protected me from a good part of the downpour.

I still got cold and wet and had to soak up the water accumulating in the bottom of my kayak with a towel and wring it out over the side. I have found that having a small towel on board can come in handy for things like that.

This is what my view was for at least 30 minutes.

Raining on Bull Run

Rain On You Crazy Droplets.

Downpour on the Occoquan

Truly in my elements.

On the inside looking out.

The weather got better. I was in and out of sprinkles for an hour or so after I broke out of my shelter but eventually the sun came back out. It worked out perfectly for me since I never got too hot. I didn’t see a single person during my adventure accept for two guys in ponchos on a fishing boat coming down the river in the pouring rain. I am not even sure if they saw me hiding out underneath the dock. No waves were exchanged, other than those on the water and their wake. No catfish or dolphins were hurt.

I saw numerous Great Blue Herons, a few Green Herons, some Ospreys including an immature, Kingfishers, Killdeer, Great and/or Snowy Egrets, deer (which I rarely see from the trails in that area), and the always present Mallard Ducks and Canadian Geese.

I saw one Turkey Vulture flying up to its perch high up on a tree on the way up river. (The tree was not on its way upriver, I was.) On the way back down I saw two more sitting in a tree branch high above me. I guess they figured I was a goner. Wrong!

The calm after the storm.

Calm after the storm.

Great Blue Heron on the run.

Great Blue Heron on the fly.

And, on this muddy reflecting pool, we have the Bull Run Memorial Tree.

Bull Run Memorial Tree

Another Toronto Trip

I spend part of last week working in our Toronto office. I rode my motorcycle up and back which was generally good. The way up was better since I broke it up into two parts. The way back was a pretty long 550 mile, 10 hour ride. I was feeling a bit saddle sore….

On the way up I took Route 15 most of the way up to Corning, NY, but cut off to the east to sneak into Elmira, NY, from the south. I have taken that route before. It is a beautiful trip…especially on the motorcycle. I stopped in Horseheads, NY, where I spent the first 12 years of my life. I checked out the old neighborhood. That, and the house we lived in, looked much smaller than I remembered!

From there I went north on Route 14 to Watkins Glen located at the southern end of Lake Seneca. Lake Seneca is part of the Finger Lakes which are prominent in central upstate New York. The whole area is mostly rural and very scenic. It makes for some good bike riding. Sunday was the last day of an Indy Car race yet the town seemed pretty mellow and their actually were hotel rooms available right downtown.

I grabbed a room overlooking the laundromat:

Watkins Glen Motel

and hung out at the Crooked Rooster Brewpub

Watkins Glen Motel

where I enjoyed a few summer wheat beers but no Hefeweisen which they were out of, unfortunately.

In the morning I loaded the ZRX 1200 back up with my newly acquired luggage…wore the last set out…and head north up the western shore of Lake Seneca on Route 14. At the top of the lake, after passing by a number of old, gorgeous lake houses, I picked up Route 20 west to Buffalo. I could have taken the NY State Thruway but why pay the tolls, eh? I wanted more of rural small town America without the mindlessness of the super highway.

So I hit Buffalo and headed for Port Erie and the Peace Bridge. I crossed over into Canada without any hassle for the first time in over two years. Unfortunately, it is a fairly boring 120 mile major highway drive on the QEW and the 401 to the east of Toronto where our facility and my accommodations were. NTL, I had a nice suite with kitchenette at the Hilton Suites Markham so I was happy.

Work was a mostly intense training and orientation for a new network administrator that my boss hired for the facility. The previous guy was long gone to Kenya to deal with parental matters so we had to make do with what we had. Since I, of all my team, had spend the most time up there over the last four years, nearly five months total, it fell upon me to bring Sahib up to speed as best as possible in four days.

I think I did a pretty good job but then I also had a very experienced, easy-going guy to work with. My feelings are that he will work out very well. I hope that time will prove my feelings to be true.

On the way home on Saturday, I saw much more of rural, small town America. As I noted, the Canadian side of the trip is particularly boring less the barely alive geese and dead bears on the highway. It didn’t help that the first part of this journey home I was in a fog for about 100 miles. Since the 401 and the QEW wrap around Lake Ontario on the north, west, and south sides, I guess the route is susceptible to fog. It was a bit chilly and damp but I drove out of it into decent weather.

Driving down 219 on the east side of the Allegany State Park was one of the nicest parts of the ride for a biker. The coolest town I saw on the trip home was Ellicottville in NW New York. There were beautiful old homes on shady tree lined streets. In breaks in the trees I could see the ski runs of Holiday Valley Resort. The runs looked like they were practically in the backyards of some of the homes in town.

I cannot say that there was that much more thrilling about the ride home but it was well worth it. I picked up 322 in PA and followed that to State College and back to Route 15 in Harrisburg where I headed back south to Centreville. 322 was a mix of older road, super highway with 65 MPH limits, and construction. As I said, I was a bit road weary by the time I got home, but then…ride to live…live to ride!

Weirdness in Threes

On my way home from Toronto on Saturday I saw a couple of things on the QEW that freaked me out. One was a goose that had been hit by a car. I though it was dead until I saw it feebly lifting its head. I always feel badly when I see an animal on the road that has been hit but is still alive. Then, I was cruising down the road a bit further when I saw what was definitely a dead creature off the inside lane near the divider. I think it was a bear! I am not sure what else it could have been.

The third of the the eerie things I heard about today. I have been working with a friend of mine who has a house he rents out a couple of blocks from my apartment. We were trying to see if we could find a compatible roommate for me to share the house with. My friend, Dan, thought that a salesman at his company would be a good match but I hadn’t met the guy yet. Dan called me today to tell me he had been killed in a freak bus accident this past weekend.

Apparently, he was standing on the upper deck of a double decker shuttle bus going from RFK to the Nationals’ ballpark to see the ball game when the bus went under the 11th Street bridge and he and another guy received fatal head injuries from hitting the bridge. See the article here.

Time to Return to Our Roots

In the Washington Post OpEd, “End of the Open Road -The Land of the Perpetual Frontier Meets $4-a-Gallon Gas,” dated 23 June, 2008, by Bill McKibben, Mr. McKibben discusses a few of the impacts of the high price of oil: automobile use is down, airlines are cutting routes, food costs are higher, and more people are gardening, presumably, growing vegetables. He notes that “local farmers markets are the fastest growing part of the food economy” and “in many areas the number of small farms is on the rise for the first time in a century.”

I have been thinking for years that I would like to get out of the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. Ideally, I’d like to relocate to Upstate New York or Vermont. I would like to live in a smaller community where we provide more for ourselves rather than relying on huge chains of grocery and department stores to which goods have to be shipped from the four corners of the globe. We, as humans and communities, have to become more self-reliant and less dependent on “world-trade.”

I don’t have the sources immediately at hand to prove what I am about to say but, though it may not happen in my generation or the next, fossil fuels will soon become so scarce and so expensive that the mobile life we now know, be it in our own cars or in planes, trains, and ships for vacation or transportation of goods, will not exist. We may be able to maintain some semblance of the life we currently know through nuclear, solar, wind, tidal, and geothermal power but that is likely to provide power only for homes, businesses, and telecommunication systems…not transportation. Accordingly, we will have to be able to provide sustenance for ourselves and each other locally and regionally.

The bottom line for me is that beginning next year…should have started this year…I will try to grow some of my own vegetables wherever I might find myself. And if I have more than I can use, I’d be glad to trade them for some local product or service that someone else can provide for me.