tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490368696342443482024-03-18T21:25:50.812-07:00Pat and Patty's PlacePat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-86121094139143324292013-01-31T07:02:00.000-08:002013-01-31T07:03:50.543-08:00My New Passion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This little guy is a Mountain Ocarinas Polycarbonate inline ocarina tuned in the key of C. It is about 5.5 inches long, and has a range from B4 (low B) to E6 (high E), and with some coaxing, it can play A4 to F6. It is fully chromatic, although I generally choose the easy keys! Although it seems like a limited range, there are thousands and thousands of tunes that fit. Virtually all folk music and traditional tunes can be played on an ocarina with this range, as well as the vast majority of popular tunes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ocarinas are "pocket flutes" and are actually ancient instruments found in one shape or another in most cultures. Most people are more familiar with the sweet potato style ocarina, but the inline ocarinas are also a traditional shape. They can be made of clay, wood, ceramic, or any number of other materials. This polycabonate material is injection molded and is very inexpensive by comparison to the others, is virtually indestructible, and has a great tone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I first got interested in the ocarina while looking for something to play for double tracking with my Taylor guitar, since my singing leaves - ahem - a bit to be desired, and I just stumbled across ocarinas. Then I found Mountain Ocarinas, ordered one, and was hooked!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got my first ocarina back in September 2012, a polycarbonate MO-G (considerably smaller, and tuned in G, a fifth higher), and was off and running in a matter of minutes! I am still not a great player but am just having a blast, and have a couple of YouTube videos posted. The first one, Amazing Grace, was recorded on an iPhone on our deck at Birch Bay, but the later ones, like Frosty and Snowman and Finnegan's Wake, were recorded with Audacity with a condenser mike and videoed on a Canon SX-20, so the quality is a tad better, even if my playing isn't! My channel is <a href="http://youtube.com/user/2anderson5420">Pat Anderson</a>. There is also a recorder duet there that Patty and I did a little while ago, as my renewed interest in playing tunes rekindled my interest in the recorders that we used to play together 40 years ago!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The polycarbonate C ocarina cost $25, and I don't go anywhere without it in my pocket. I am accumulating a massive collection of sheet music for it, and and getting more and more tunes that I know by heart. Mountain Ocarinas also makes ocarinas out of different materials, including hardwood, but I am waiting for a very special one that is in development, the ProRange, which will have a two octave range. It will be made of hardwood, by hand, and will be pretty pricey little instrument, but there is no turning back! I must have it!</span></div>
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Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-57564855942777636402012-08-03T10:23:00.001-07:002012-08-04T07:08:08.401-07:00Blaine to Comox Summer Vacation 2012 - Days 11 - 15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We left Comox at 6 a.m., and had absolutely glassy seas all the way to Nanaimo! Our first stop was the fuel dock at Nanaimo Marina for gas and ice, and then over to Newcastle Island. We took 51.8 gallons, which added to the 30.5 used since Blaine, means we have used 82.3 gallons so far.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About 60 Ranger Tugs of all sizes (25, 27, 29 and 31) were coming into Nanaimo and I heard Jeff Messmer and Andrew Custis of Ranger Tugs, so I gave a call, and let them know we would like to come over to say hello. Jan and Stacy (Stacy flew into Comox Friday to join Jan) and Patty and I each loaded into our dinghies and motored across and tied up to <i>Willie's Tug</i>, owned by our friends Herb and Willie Stark of Port Isabel, Texas, who have been based in Anacortes for the past four months. It was an incredible sight to see all those tugs, representing 10s of millions of dollars!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After we returned to Newcastle Island, we had drinks and appetizers on the dock followed by flank steak and grilled peppers. Our new friend Marv Glover, was still there, and he came over to our boats and we chatted a bit, then finished a very pleasant evening with a nightcap and converation on the dock with Jan and Stacy.</span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 12 – 7 -30-12 – Monday – Newcastle Island to Maple Bay</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After showers and breakfast, we headed out at about 7:45 a.m. to catch slack tide through Dodd Narrows, which is just south of Nanaimo, and really the only way back south, unless you want to run outside in the Strait of Georgia. We caught Dodd Narrows just before slack, and the current was actually pushing us through. Had we waited until much after slack, we would have been fighting the current, which at its height would be an 8.3 knot current against us. A 9 knot boat would just be making headway at less than 1 knot, and slower boats would actually be going backwards! Even with our 20 knot C-Dorys, it would not be comfortable for us, even though we could power through it. Knowing something about the currents is very useful in a place like Dodd Narrows!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were originally going to meet Garry and Vicki on <i>Amy Marie</i> at Cowichan Bay, but they were uncertain of fitting three boats in together, so they called for reservations at Maple Bay Marina. It took us just over two hours to reach Maple Bay Marina, and get settled into our assigned slips. This is the most expensive place we have stayed so far, and the docks are in a bit of disrepair. But the dock boy was there to catch our lines, guide us in and get us tied up, and provide the extension cords and adapters we needed to connect to shore power, so it is all good I guess.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shortly after we arrived, the Seattle Yacht Club flotilla began to arrive in mega-yachts! They have pretty much filled up the Marina, and we felt a bit like the poor relations! But, as we say, the gin tastes just as good on a C-Dory 25 as it does on a 75 foot mega-yacht! And our fuel stops are in the hundreds of dollars while theirs are in the thousands or even 10s of thousands!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had a nice dinner in the Maple Bay Marina Pub, and retired to our boats – the Seattle Yacht Club folks were having a grand evening, talking, laughing and singing until the wee hours. We got a good night's sleep nonetheless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One distinctive feature of Maple Bay Marina is all kinds of old boat engines painted red and white all over the grounds - very nice touch really!</span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 13 – 7-31-12 – Tuesday – Maple Bay to Tod Inlet (Butchart Gardens)</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had a leisurely breakfast on-board and then departed Maple Bay Marina at 10 a.m. - the water was glassy, and we cruised comfortably to Tod Inlet, where we anchored up. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tod Inlet was an unexpected jewel as well – a protected anchorage with room for quite a few boats, and an undeveloped shoreline where we could land Baxter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After lunch, we all headed to the Butchart Gardens Cove dinghy dock and spent the afternoon enjoying what must be the premier formal gardens in the Northwest. This is best shown in pictures rather than trying to describe it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After supper we decided to go back to Butchart Gardens for a ballet performance in their performance venue – big mistake! It started at 8 p.m. and was still going on when we decided to leave at 10 p.m. Jan fell asleep and the rest of us were wondering when the pain would end...it was a mishmash of classical and jazz and it mostly seemed pointless. But maybe that is just me. We walked a bit more around the gardens which are lit up at night and give a different view.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A bit of a change in plans, as we had intended to spend the night at Sidney Spit. Garry and Vicki decided to clear customs at Roche Harbor early and then head for Sucia so they could get an early start to Blaine to retrieve, as they need to be in Oregon on Friday for their granddaughter Gracie's 4<sup>th</sup> birthday. That is a whole other story, as Gracie is one of the bravest little girls alive, having fought off flesh eating bacteria and coming through some major surgery with just an “Angel Kiss” (her barely perceptible scar).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we had lunch at Sidney Spit and said our goodbyes to Jan and Stacy, and then headed to Roche Harbor after lunch. Jan and Stacy are headed to Victoria before they go back to Seattle. We suggested to Garry and Vicki that they might want to go to Matia Cove rather than Sucia, and so they did, and we joined them in time for drinks and dinner. They had anchored up, and we anchored a short distance in front of them and then let out enough rode to raft up. Then after dinner, we separated and pulled in our rode. This is a technique we learned from our friends Bill and El on <i>Halcyon</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Matia Cove is truly an undiscovered jewel. It is not named on any chart, or written up in any cruising guide – I wrote the Active Captain review, and we are actually glad that it remains substantially overlooked as an anchorage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We left Matia Cove early, and immediately hit some heavy water right outside the cove, limiting us to about six knots, and for the first time in a long time, I got seasick. I think the last time was in Mexico in 1984 on a tour boat. The water shortly improved and we ran back most of the way at 12 – 14 knots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But about 6 miles out of Blaine, the engine alarm came on, so we shut the engine down. Checking the Honda manual, we quickly determined that it was the alternator alarm. We confirmed this when we turned the key back on and the red charging system malfunction light came on and did not go off. So we put the tie rod on between the main and the kicker so Patty could steer from the helm, and I ran the throttle and shifter at the kicker. The alternator does two things – it charges the batteries, but first and foremost, it provides the power for the spark plugs to fire. We might have gone some unknown distance using the batteries in emergency parallel mode (we have one engine and two house batteries) but did not want to take a chance on running on the batteries. So we covered the last 6 miles at 4.5 to 6 knots.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we got back to the ramp, there were two Lummi fishing boats tied up, one on each side of the float, and the guy was working on the engine on one of them! Bad manners to say the least. Eventually they moved the second boat around to the other side so we could get in and load the boat on the trailer, but we had to stand off for what seemed like an eternity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now our cruise is over but we have a couple more days of vacation! We got back to Birch Bay, had lunch, unloaded the boat, flushed the engines, and pretty much just chilled. Friday we will wash the boat and take it in to West Coast Marine in Bellingham. Saturday hopefully we will relax, and then head back to Fall City on Saturday evening. We need Sunday in Fall City to decompress!</span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 6 - 7/24/12 – Tuesday –
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We left
Ladysmith Harbour after breakfast headed for Pirates Cove on DeCourcy
Island. The water was as close to dead calm as it could be and we ran
just under 7 knots, with no wind or current against us – ideal for
fuel economy!
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We love Pirates
Cove, checking my log book, we were here in 2005 and 2007. In 2007,
Austin was in the dinghy and did everybody's stern ties – very
helpful!<br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pirates Cove is
fairly small and tight, so to maximize the use of the available
space, boats set their anchors and then run stern lines to rings in
the rocks on the shore. That way each boat does not have to have
swinging space. A couple of sailboats that had been stern tied left
shortly after we arrived at Pirates Cove and we were able to get four
rings for stern ties next to each other. We did miss Austin
though – four years ago, he handled taking each C-Dory's stern line
to the ring on shore, this time is was every man for himself! We
finally all got our anchors down and stern lines tied.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We dinghied out
to the Maple Bay Yacht Club float for afternoon drinks and
appetizers, and then we took our hike around the island. Baxter loves
it because he gets to be off leash! There is another little bay on
DeCourcy Island directly across from the end of Pirates Cove with a
nice sandy beach. Today there were quite a few sea kayaks there.
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to our separate boats for dinner. We spent a pleasant evening reading
and turned in early, since we want to get out fairly early tomorrow
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Cove around 9 a.m., hoping to get to Dodd Narrows while current was
still favorable, almost made it! The current was running only a little
bit against us in Dodd Narrows, but when we came out the other side,
we were open to the Strait of Georgia, and were bucking big waves, 3-4
footers, never felt unsafe but definitely uncomfortable!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We fueled up at
the gas dock at Nanaimo Marina. The Navman fuel flow meter had us at
33 gallons used but fill was only 30.5 gallons. The Navman LCD
display has also become next to impossible to read, so not sure how
we will track this on a daily basis now. Baxter took a flying leap
from the boat to the fuel dock and missed, and took an unintentional
swim! Fortunately, the gas attendant was able to reach down between
the boat and the dock and pull him right back up. He was dog-paddling
like crazy, and we were afraid he might swim under the fuel dock.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was ample
dock space for us all to get tied up at the Newcastle Island dock.
The whole island is a marine park, and it is simply a great spot!
There are restrooms with showers, and a pavilion, which unfortunately
was closed today. We plan to stop here again on our way back down
from Comox.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The boat across
from us was a 25 Albin, which is fairly rare, and we talked to the
owner, Marv Glover, who is 93 and still cruising. Talking to Marv,
he is friends with our amateur radio friend Norm Lim, who has an
Albin 30. They are both in the Albineers club in Sidney, B.C. I hope
to be vertical and lucid at 93, and being able to cruise our boat
would really be frosting on the cake!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We took the
little ferry over to Nanaimo from Newcastle Island. We were on a
mission, Patty had mistakenly taken the wrong bottle of meds, so she
had her local doc call in a two week supply to a pharmacy in Nanaimo
– only problem, this pharmacy did not have the main med Patty
needed. They called every other pharmacy in town and finally located
it and faxed the prescription there, a drug store on the outskirts of
Nanaimo. It was a $30 taxi ride each way, but Patty did get her
meds. Bonus for me, I got a pair of suspenders in the same mall, so
now my shorts won't be riding around my knees!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We finally got
back to Newcastle Island just in time for drinks and appetizers.
Patty did not feel much like either cooking or eating, so I had a
couple of hot dogs and a beer and called it dinner. After showers (a
looney for two minutes) at the park shower facilities, we had a
nightcap with our friends at the end of the dock, and marveled at the
view before us of the water, the boats, the Nanaimo skyline and the
mountains – this is truly a beautiful spot!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our plan is to
take off for Hornby Island as early as possible tomorrow morning, and
if the water is smooth, to continue on all the way to Comox and
arrive a day early. The alarm on the iPhone is set for 5 a.m.! Garry
and Vicki will be heading back south to Ganges tomorrow on <i>Amy
Marie</i> for the Ranger Tug rendezvous, and the C-Dorys will head
back down south from Comox on Sunday, and hook up with Garry and
Vicki on Monday somewhere around Cowichan Bay, if all goes as
planned!
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">74.75 NM / 30.5
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 8 - 7-26-12 – Thursday –
Newcastle Island to Comox</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got up at 4:50 a.m., turned the alarm off and got the coffee going. It was still pretty dark, and I walked out to the Georgia Strait side for some sunrise pictures. Then a BC ferry sailed right into my viewfinder! Some times you just luck out!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After coffee and
cereal we were underway at 6 a.m., leaving </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amy Marie</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> on the
dock! We had a little chop in the Strait of Georgia, but pretty soon
we settled in at a comfortable 14 knots, and the water actually
smoothed out the farther north we got, about as good as the Strait of
Georgia gets.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we reached
the south tip of Denman Island, it was only 9:30 a.m., and so we
decided to push on for Comox. We arrived at the Government Docks in
Comox about 10 a.m. This is also a great facility, and I have WiFi,
so I can catch up on everything, add pictures to Days 1 – 5.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anna Leigh, Daydream and C-Change<br />Tied Up at Government Dock at Comox</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were the
first to arrive, so <i>Anna Leigh</i>, <i>Daydream</i> and <i>C-Change</i>
got tied up and registered, then as the day went on more boats
arrived – not too much room left on D Dock, and most of the boats
coming have not arrived yet! Although it seems there is plenty of
room here, we may be spread out a bit. We spent the day on the boat
and on the dock, helping others with their lines as they arrived.
Per usual, drinks and appetizers on the dock at 5 p.m. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The highlight
was the shrimp boat's arrival at the dock at 6 p.m. - a pound of big
shrimp tails (head already removed) for $10! Most everybody bought a
pound and immediately sauteed them in butter and garlic – we all
shared, but we still have a big bowl of shrimp for today! These
shrimp are really fresh and just melt in your mouth!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we were
cruising here, our Navman 3100 fuel flow meter LCD display became
completely unreadable, it had been marginal before but now it is
completely useless, so I can record distances traveled but not our
fuel economy. I will miss the display of fuel remaining the most,
and will probably try to fuel more frequently now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">124.6 NM
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 9 – 7-27-12 – Friday - At
Comox</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lazy day! More
C-Dorys arrived this morning. A lot of talking with everybody on the
dock, and a walk up to the town. Replenished liquor stocks, we are
enjoying lunch time gin and tonics, and sundowners have been
Manhattans for me and a martini (big glass of cheap gin) for Patty. I
still have some Bowen Island Pale Ale from Nanaimo, and I bought some
Strongbow dry cider here as well, which is very tasty!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A grand
surprise! Our C-Brat Head Nerd, Bill Giese, walked down to the Comox
dock in his motorcycle gear. He has recently moved up from
California to the Port Angeles area, and took his Triumph Tiger from
PA to Victoria on the Black Ball Line MV <i>Coho</i>, and then up the
island highway to Comox. C-Brats exists because of our web site,
<a href="http://www.c-brats.com/">www.c-brats.com</a>, founded by
Mike Barber (<i>Tyboo</i>) and Bill (<i>DaNag</i>). Bill is the bona
fide techie who built the site, has kept it running and continually
improved it over the years.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been
using our Edgestar ice maker here at Comox, since we have shore power
– it has been working great, better than we seem to remember in the
past, and we have basically filled our round cooler with ice we have
made on board. We bought this with Lake Powell in mind, where ice
may be hard to come by. Ice is readily available here, and we have
been buying block ice for the big cooler.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had our first
official function, a meet and greet in Comox Marina Park, which is
(as you might guess) just above the marina, and is a wonderful park
with two pavilions, lots of well kept lawn and flower beds, a little
trailer that sells fish and chips, and nice restroom facilities. Our
host, Martin Bridges, had a grill set up, and we enjoyed hamburgers,
chicken burgers and hot dogs. Baxter enjoyed being off leash in the
park for a little while and running crazy with dogs from many of the
other boats. He is a great boat dog!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We bought
another pound of big shrimp tails for $10 and 5 pounds of smaller
shrimp at a dollar a pound! We boiled up the little shrimp and will
saute the big shrimp with butter and garlic tomorrow morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This CBGT
(C-Brat Get-Together) is off to a grand start!</span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 10 – 7-28-12 – Saturday –
At Comox</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got up early
after a great night's sleep, and took Baxter up to Comox Marina Park
for morning duty. Then I shaved and showered and did laundry – all
activities that pretty much require a marina (or a much larger boat
than a C-Dory!). Bill Geise headed back to PA around 11 a.m., and so
will miss the major event today, our traditional Saturday afternoon
potluck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We walked up to
town again, and bought a few more things, and fortunately we did not
need to contribute any more to the BC Liquor Store system!
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Martin Bridges, Our Host<br />at the Comox CBGT</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The potluck, as
always, started at 5 p.m. Our hosts, Martin and Andrea Bridges,
really outdid themselves for the potluck program! They raised the
bar for all subsequent C-Brat potlucks, with a speaker on the Royal
Canadian Marine Search and Rescue program in Comox, an 11 year old
virtuoso guitarist, and a lot of great prizes, which were awarded by
drawing boat names and letting the owner pick. There was at least
one prize for each boat. Martin had not even purchased his C-Dory
when he volunteered to coordinate the Comox CBGT. Patty was at first
a little reluctant because she thought Comox was just too far to go
for a CBGT – I think her mind has been changed, and we will be the
first to sign up again the next time this one comes around!</span></div>
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<br /></div>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-31822153312128684982012-07-23T17:05:00.000-07:002012-08-04T08:26:05.598-07:00Blaine to Comox Summer Vacation 2012 - Days 1 - 5<br />
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 1 - 7/19/12 – Thursday – Fall City
to Blaine</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been
really looking forward to this two week cruise from Blaine to Comox,
B.C. and back on our CD25 Cruiser <i>Daydream, </i>and
are anxious to get started! There is a C-Brat Get-Together in
Comox, B.C., next weekend, so we have decided to take a week
cruising up and a week cruising back down. We had a fun planning
session at the Taproom and we have a tentative itinerary that
includes a lot of our old favorite spots and a few new ones. We are
going with Garry and Vicki Anderson on their Ranger Tug R27 <i>Amy
Marie</i>, Jan Risheim on his new-to-him CD25 <i>C-Change</i>, and
David McKibben on his CD25 <i>Anna Leigh. </i>While
we are in Comox, Garry and Vicki will go to a Ranger Tug rendezvous
in Ganges, and we will hook up again south of Ganges after the
weekend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today's plan was
to go to up to Birch Bay for the night with Garry and Vicki, and
launch early Friday morning at Blaine. We got off to an inauspicious
start, I hope this is not an omen! I came home from work at 3 p.m.,
and we were ready to leave Fall City for Birch Bay at 6 p.m. with
Garry and Vicki Anderson. Pulling out of his driveway, Garry hit the
brick pavers at the end of the driveway and took out the sidewalls of
both port side trailer tires. Thank heavens for AAA and Les Schwab
emergency road service! Garry got two new tires, and we were ready
to leave now shortly after 9 p.m., a little later than planned!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had an
uneventful trip up to Birch Bay, arriving shortly before midnight.
We decided to put <i>Daydream</i> on the grass and <i>Amy Marie</i>
in the driveway. It was a little more difficult than anticipated
backing <i>Daydream </i>onto the grass in the dark but we finally got
her tucked in. Then the darn trailer ball would not release from the
coupler. We struggled with it for an hour, and it finally came
loose. We didn't get to bed until after 1 a.m., definitely not what
we had planned for an early start!</span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 2 - 7/20/12 – Friday – Blaine to
Cabbage Island</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baxter got me up
at 5:30 a.m., so I got a total of four and a half hours sleep. I
picked raspberries from our 20 foot row at Birch Bay while I was
waiting for everyone else to get up, the canes were just loaded! We
put a couple of trays in the freezer that we will bag up when we come
back after the cruise, and we all got a nice bowl with our breakfast.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Patty and Vickie at<br />dock in Blaine</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We were all kind
of dragging after the late night, and it was about noon before we
were able to get going. We launched at Blaine and cleared Canadian
Customs at White Rock. We ran most of the way to Cabbage Island at
about 7 knots. There were some pretty good sized waves in the Strait
of Georgia but we just slogged our way through them – the boat
handled them fine but we were a tad uncomfortable ourselves! <i>Anna
Leigh</i> and <i>C-Change</i> were already at Cabbage Island on
mooring buoys. <i>Daydream</i> and <i>Amy Marie</i> snagged the last
two available buoys, and so we are set for the night. I got the
Alaskan Series dinghy down and put the little 2 horse Mercury
outboard on it – and amazingly, it started right up. I took Baxter
to shore, emptied the water out of the dinghy and pumped it up, and I
think we will probably get a lot of use out of it on this cruise.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have great
memories of Cabbage Island from a prior trip, where <i>Anna Leigh</i>
and <i>Daydream</i> met up with our amateur radio friend Norm Lim from
Victoria on his Albin 30. We picked oysters, and Norm blanched some
oysters he had picked and tossed them in a hoisin and cilanto
dressing that was just fabulous. I was not sure whether oyster
season was open in July or not, but there were “toxic shellfish”
warning signs all over, so we did not take any oysters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We had drinks
and appetizers on <i>Amy Marie</i>, now dubbed the "party boat”!
Jan is aces with those Maker's Mark Manhattans! It is dead calm
right now, and drop dead gorgeous here but cold – we had the
Webasto heater on this evening turned up to high. Looking forward to
a good night's sleep tonight for sure!</span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 3 - 7/12/12 – Saturday – Cabbage
Island to Montague Harbour</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baxter got me up
at 5:45 a.m., after a good night's sleep! I rowed him ashore and
back and then got the coffee going. Not much better than the first
cup of coffee in the cockpit on <i>Daydream</i>! We are still close
enough to Mount Constitution on Orcas that I was able to do our
morning ham net with the little 5 watt Wouxun handheld.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After breakfast,
we hiked around Cabbage Island – not too strenuous, it is a very
small island! Leaving Cabbage Island in the dinghy, the lens shade
fell into the water, and I thought it was gone, gone gone. Then we
went over to Tumbo Island to take a look around but had to leave as
the tide was going out rapidly, and we didn't want the dinghies
stranded. We went back over to Cabbage Island, and found the lens
shade in a couple of feet of water and were able to retrieve it!
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We decided to
head for Montague Harbour before lunch. Active Pass was running
strong against us, but we saw two pods of Orcas coming right down the
center! It was a wonderful show, but unfortunately I did not get any
pictures.</span></div>
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all grabbed mooring buoys while we anchored. We are all pretty
close together near the dinghy dock. <i>Daydream</i> was the “party
boat” for drinks and appetizers today, it is pretty tight with six
on <i>Daydream's</i> cockpit but we managed it!
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, the
highlight of Montague Harbour, the Hippy Bus to the Hummingbird Pub!
We caught the 6 p.m. bus up on the road above the camping area, and
true to form, Tommy Transit, “Bus Driver on a Mission,” was at
the wheel of the old bus. This is hard to describe, it has to be
experienced! Tommy has the stereo up loud, and is drumming on the
steering wheel and cymbal mounted over the driver's seat, keeping up
running patter that has everybody laughing. In the old days, the bus
used to have a pole, and on the trip back, Tommy would be up on the
pole steering the bus with one finger on the wheel, but the “new”
Hippy Bus does not have the pole. We surmised that perhaps a few
people felt a bit unsafe with the bus driver swinging around the pole
although we never felt unsafe. The food is OK at the Pub (actually
pretty good) but the trip back with Tommy is the best part because it
ALWAYS features “Blueberry Hill,” and everybody singing along,
clapping, and tapping toes. This is an essential part of the Gulf
Islands experience not to be missed! Sorry, did not get any pix of Tommy Transit or the bus!</span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Day 4 - 7-22-12 – Sunday – Montague
Harbour to Conover Cove</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We slept in
until 8:30 a.m. and headed out for Conover Cove about 10:30, cruising
6.5 – 7.0 knots.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At Conover Cove,
all four boats were able to tie up to the dock – a sign of the
times! In past years, Conover Cove, which is quite small, would not
only have the dock full but boats would be anchored and stern tied on
both sides, and you would be lucky to find a place at all if you came
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magical not only for what it is now, which is pretty special, but for
what it once might have been. It was going to be a resort for
Hollywood movie stars, and some of them once came, including Marilyn
Monroe. A few of the cabins still stand and in the open dance
pavilion you can still perhaps hear the strains of the swing bands if
you have a vivid imagination. Now everyone puts their boat name and
date of their visit on a piece of driftwood and hangs it in the
pavilion – we memorialized <i>Daydream's</i> visit on driftwood in
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walked to Sunset Point, and were treated to just another spectacular
vista over the water. We were a bit too early for the actual sunset
but we did not want to be walking back in the dark. This is a great
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jan called the Ladysmith Maritime Society Marina in Ladysmith from Conover Cove and made reservations for our four
boats. Our assigned spot was barely longer than our boat, but Patty did a great job bringing <i>Daydream</i> in, and with our friends to catch lines, we got in fine. This is a first class marina! We have power, water and free showers! We have never
been to Ladysmith before, so this is a first for us. We usually anchor out but after a few days, you realize a hot shower is exactly what the doctor ordered!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We walked up to town and got some Canadian money from an ATM - up to now, we really had not needed any, but better to be prepared! Then we went to the Liquor Depot - wow! BC prices for anything alcoholic are outrageous! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are headed for Nanaimo and trying to decide where to stay between Nanaimo and Comox to break the trip up, but if push comes to shove we are thinking of making the trip, about 50 miles, in one run at, say 14 knots - not a long day, but we will just have to see. Our main issue anchoring out anywhere along the way is getting Baxter to shore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we were sitting on the dock for our sundowners, Bob and Marilyn Hale (</span><i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Waggoner</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Guid</span></i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>e</i>) wandered by, and we chatted a bit. Bob took a shot of our little group, maybe it will show up somewhere, maybe not. Bob was no help in finding a spot to spend the night between Nanaimo and Comox! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had a great communal dinner on the dock, but it is still doggone chilly for this time of year - or as we say, it is really mild for December! Except it is in fact the middle of July.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After last year's “Vacation from
Hell,” we are ready for a great vacation this year! We love cruising on <i>Daydream</i>, and we love the Gulf Islands, so </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a C-Brat Get-Together in Comox gave us the idea to build our 2012 summer vacation around another Gulf Island cruise.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We have such great memories of past Gulf Island cruises with good friends! We are launching in Blaine, WA, and taking the first week to cruise up to Comox, and then the second week to cruise back down. I am making daily notes, and will post as we have an internet connection along the way or back home. The adventure begins!</span><br />
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<br /></div>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-13057856625929854752012-03-28T06:18:00.014-07:002012-04-02T22:09:18.936-07:00Our New Toy!<i>You're alive. Do something ~ </i>Barbara Hall<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmUM66hBKhv0Sdaih5_mbdTvJBCBpIk7FMcIZtQdoJZWJB85nr3g5jicvFdSiXn1EbAHmP6teLkJVsl6_7BVBHfKcTE3a_GiP-5H4xpJ-VmmAVQ51bV5ma_khQerMY0bUN1aA4up2s88/s1600/Baby+is+Home+3-25-12.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmUM66hBKhv0Sdaih5_mbdTvJBCBpIk7FMcIZtQdoJZWJB85nr3g5jicvFdSiXn1EbAHmP6teLkJVsl6_7BVBHfKcTE3a_GiP-5H4xpJ-VmmAVQ51bV5ma_khQerMY0bUN1aA4up2s88/s200/Baby+is+Home+3-25-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724958203162173666" /></a></div><div>We have gone through a few stages of our lives, graduating from high school, graduating from college, our Peace Corps years, our New Jersey sojourn, starting our working careers, having three kids, getting kids through college. Now the kids are (mostly) out of the house, and we are looking forward to the retirement stage, and thinking about what we want to do. <span style="font-size: 100%; ">Of course we will live in Birch Bay in the decent part of the year. Boating will be a big part of what we do. And we think RV'ing will be too.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Many years ago we enjoyed RV'ing in an old but comfortable Automate travel trailer. A couple of years ago we bought a "disposable" fifth wheel, a 1991 Alpenlite that came with a 1993 Ford F250 tow vehicle, both in excellent condition, to keep in Omak so we would have a place to stay when we visit our daughter Lydia and precious granddaughter Harper. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6yK2XsaN70/TMGHccqa5II/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZH4199z79eM/s640/Andersons_RV_2_Sized.jpg"><img style="float:center margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U6yK2XsaN70/TMGHccqa5II/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZH4199z79eM/s640/Andersons_RV_2_Sized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We discovered we really liked staying in the fifth wheel at the Omak Stampede Ground RV Park, and that traveling in a fifth wheel to sunny climes when the weather is rotten here is likely to be a big part of our retirement. So we were planning to buy a new fifth wheel just before retirement.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, we went to the Tacoma RV Show a few weeks ago "just to look." We did that for a couple of Seattle Boat Shows too! I had sort of zeroed in on the make and model that seemed just right for us, a Fox Mountain 265RLS by Northwood Manufacturing from LaGrande, OR. Sumner RV is a local Northwood dealer, but they did not have the 265RLS at the show, so we asked the salesman. He said they had one, a brand new left over 2011 model, at their lot in Sumner, and he would call over and tell them we were coming. And most importantly, he wrote the RV Show "Special" price on a piece of paper! It was a great price.</div><div><br /></div><div>The long and short is that we drove out to Sumner and signed the purchase order about a year and half before we had planned to. A trip the following Monday to the Sno Falls Credit Union, and we owned a new RV! We brought 'er home last Saturday, and we are headed out to Dash Point State Park for our shakedown trip this weekend. We think a lot of long weekend trips are in our future in the next year and a half. </div><div><br /><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7xM-Y4kWylA/T2_ByXOodtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZdGMBi0x4tw/s800/New%2520Fox%2520Mountain%2520265RLS%2520in%2520Driveway%25203-25-12.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7xM-Y4kWylA/T2_ByXOodtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZdGMBi0x4tw/s800/New%2520Fox%2520Mountain%2520265RLS%2520in%2520Driveway%25203-25-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuvkxcckeNhSHGmfGuFOGXtJFWRfyBCewZvUtsnYZHhZxAOH9IHDUYjt_Dm-dO3PXcGe-HmXR6oF5l4BkrYagfmPgEd0EPL8h1YUOwANsFozHic6x1Mim5N1aBpkiDB99WRptF7n5k44/s200/Pat+in+Dining+Room+of+Fox+Mountain+3-25-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726157564035605810" /></div><div>But what we are really excited about is when we retire, and take off in the fifth wheel, no Monday we have to be back for! There is a country out there to explore, and that is exactly what we plan to do!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-15985547109733607682011-11-29T10:23:00.000-08:002011-11-29T11:12:23.568-08:00Sayulita Mini-vacation<p><span style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: 17px; color: #333366; line-height: 18px;"><i>How beautiful it is to do nothing and then rest afterward ~</i> Spanish proverb</span><br /></p><p><span style="line-height: 18px; ">We first came to Sayulita, Mexico, for a wedding in 2008. The marriage didn't last, but our fond memories of this place did. So we decided to come back for a mini-vacation over Thanksgiving. This chronicles our all-too-brief stay in Sayulita between November 24 and 29, 2011.</span></p><p><span><span style="line-height: 18px; ">The Anderson family has had a tradition of "Thanksgiving anywhere but here" for some years. It started when my parents were both around the bend and the big family gathering no longer made any sense. We always run to the sun, because the endless November drizzle on the Upper Left Coast is just starting to get us down about Thanksgiving. Tucson, New Orleans, and San Diego all fit the bill. This year Patty decided we ought to go back to Sayulita, a small fishing village about 20 miles north of Puerto Vallarta. We used to take all the kids and their spouses or boyfriends / girlfriends, but this year, we only brought Austin and girlfriend Kristi, since Barrett and Laurie now live in Barcelona and Lydia, Conor and granddaughter Harper live in Omak and it was the Hamiltons' year for Thanksgiving.</span></span></p><p><span><span style="line-height: 18px; ">We had a 9 a.m. non-stop from SeaTac to Puerto Vallarta Thanksgiving morning - the airport was like a ghost town. Four and a half hours later we landed at Puerto Vallarta Aeropuerto, changed some dollars to pesos, walked across the street and caught the bus for Sayulita. It is about a one hour ride to Sayulita. By 6 p.m. Central Time (we lost two hours traveling east, which we will gain back going home), we were settled into our apartment at Xocotla, Mariposa Calle No. 2, a short distance up Gringo Hill.</span></span></p><p><span><span style="line-height: 18px; ">Xocotla is a private house on a steep hillside in which the owners have the top floor and there are three guest apartments on the two floors below. All the guest apartments have a fully furnished kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, and the kitchens all are open and daylight on the downhill side, above a pool, patio and jungle-like grounds.</span></span></p><p><span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7170/6426192989_53ffa491e4.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Xocotla 11-27-11.jpg" /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6215/6426201321_215f018093.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Xocotla Bedroom 11-27-11.jpg" /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6426194237_5460798268.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Casual Seating Area at Xocotla 11-27-11.jpg" /></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); "> </span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6426193659_c6ccc60c37.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Pool at Xocotla 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7153/6426196415_995116fc7e.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="BBQ Area at Xocotla 111-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span">Thanksgiving dinner was wonderful - street tacos and beer! The street taco stand was not a complicated thing - a big pan on concrete blocks with some kind of flame under it, beef, pork or tripe in the pan, and a cutting board for chopping onions and cilantro.</span><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6426197629_10ba617ddf.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Patty's Thanksgiving Dinner 2011 - Street Tacos in Sayulita.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6426197027_e7d1f86afd.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Pat, Austin and Kristi - Thanksgiving 2011.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6426195577_3d1fe9c61c.jpg" width="480" height="319" alt="Our Thanksgiving Chefs 2011.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Time really runs together when you have nothing to do and then get to rest afterward! I could not tell you what we did on one day or another! We divided our time between reading and relaxing at Xocotla and being out and about, with the edge to relaxing! Patty read a couple of novels. I am obsessed, as Patty will tell you, with boating the Great Loop, a 5,000 mile circumnavigation of the Eastern US and Canada, so I spent a lot of time buried in some Skipper Bob Guides and entering routes into the Navionics iPad navigation app - which is absolutely awesome, by the way.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Sayulita is a very colorful little t</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">own, so we did the usual sightseeing and shopping.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7025/6426202117_0e8690ac37.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Patty in the Street Bazaar in Sayulita 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6426204023_c770b9fbb7.jpg" width="480" height="319" alt="Patty at the Farmers Market 11-25-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6105/6426194975_45c290b024.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Austin and Patty Shopping in Sayulita 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sayulita is a bona fide fishing village. The fishing boats come in early in the morning and you can buy fresh fish right off the boats. I soon discovered the chances of being up early enough for that were slim to none! We also thought we might rent some ocean kayaks, but being down on the beach, with the surf pounding, it suddenly did not seem like such a great idea.</span><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6231/6426202763_360dc98a8a.jpg" width="480" height="319" alt="Fishing Boats on Beach in Sayulita 11-25-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span><p><span><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6046/6426200659_1383b1ce10.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Beach Umbrellas at Sayulita 11-27-11.jpg" /></span></p><p><span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6426191757_34de181d46.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Beach at Sayulita 11-17-11.jpg" /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Back at Xocotla, we had a bit of pool time too! The first two days were really hot and we needed the pool to cool our core temperature down (not really, but that is how it felt). The next couple of days it was a little cooler, and since the pool was not heated, it was actually a bit of a challenge to get in it! Once in the water, however, we quickly got used to it and enjoyed it a lot. We probably would have used the pool more, though, if the last three days had been as hot as the first two!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6426198261_7222cc8891.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Pat and Patty in Pool at Xocotla 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6211/6426192349_0dd9e007c8.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Pat in Pool at Xocotla 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">We bought eggs, bacon, chorizo, hot sauces, bread, butter, jam and tortillas at the grocery store, fruit and vegetables at the fruit stand, meat at the butcher shop, and wonderful cheese and fresh salsa the the Farmer's Market, and cooked breakfast and supper in our kitchen most days. We bought a case of Pacifico Clara at the deposito, tequila and gin at the liquor store, and margarita mix at the grocery store.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6211/6426203383_dafefc88cd.jpg" width="320" height="480" alt="Pat Cooking Breakfast Burritos 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /></span><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6103/6426200019_953f16908d.jpg" width="480" height="334" alt="Pat at Kitchen Table at Xocotla 11-27-11.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); " /><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /></span></span><p><span>We had most lunches out, mostly tacos and burritos. Burrito Revolucion seemed quite expensive, but was really quite good, and so big that we all brought the second half home and had it for lunch the following day.</span></p><p><span><span><br /></span><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6426198809_28f67d1440.jpg" width="480" height="319" alt="Pat and Patty at Burrito Revolucion 11-25-11.jpg" /></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6053/6426199425_b723b88661.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Austin and Kristi at Burrito Revolucion 11-25-11.jpg" /></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span>The owners have thoughtfully left a brief guide they have written, including information about the local doctor, emergency services, things to do in Sauyulita, and some restaurant recommendations. Two of their recommendations particularly deserve mention. Sunday night we dined out at Antonia's, a very authentic and inexpensive restaurant. The food was just excellent! I had chicken mole and Patty had chile rellenos. The other recommendation we tried this morning was Rollie's for breakfast. What a kick! Rollie's is run by - what a surprise - an ex-pat American named Rollie. Rollie and Jeanne are wonderful hosts, and Rollie is always "on." Right from when we walked in and said "We heard this place is good" and Rollie hollers back to the kitchen "Oh, oh, these people heard we were good - we better step it up back there!" The food is American with a distinctly Mexican touch, the portions are huge, and Rollie will NOT let you go away hungry. Both these places are h</span><span>ighly recommended if you ever visit Sayulita! m</span></span></p><p><span>Thus ends this chronicle, we need to be out of our apartment by 1 p.m., and there is not a whole lot more to tell anyway. Sayulita is a great place, Xocotla is a wonderful place to stay, and we are pretty sure we will return again some time! You can find out more about Xocolta <a href="http://www.sayulitalife.com/xocotla" title="Lind to Xocotla">here</a>.</span></p><p><span>OUT</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></div>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-46248389784742119172011-10-23T16:12:00.001-07:002011-10-23T21:52:27.370-07:00The Vacation from Hell - Days 11 - 15 and Postscript<p><u>Day 11. Monday, September 12</u>. We pull out today. Rimrock Lake is a reservoir in the Yakima River system, and the water level has been dropping a couple of feet a day while we have been here, just like somebody pulled the plug out of the bathtub! So prudence dictates we retrieve while we still can! We spend the night on the hard at Rimrock Lake Resort.</p><p><u>Day 12. Tuesday, September 13</u>. Jim and Laurie tow us back to Valley Nissan today, I buy Jim one more tank of gas, and then they head home. Naturally, we have a flat tire on our boat trailer on the way home, so we put Jim's spare on our trailer and buy him a new spare at Les Schwab. Then they call to say they had had a flat on their way home, too. So that's how things are rolling!</p><p><i>Daydream</i> is now sitting on the hard at Valley Ford, which is next to Valley Nissan. At least we have electricity. For sure, not in any of our vacation plans though.</p><p>Due to colossal incompetence, maybe the dealer's, maybe the freight company's, maybe the Nissan parts warehouse's, the parts have still not even arrived at Valley Nissan yet. Now Michelle is telling us the parts will not be here until this Thursday and the truck will not be ready until Friday! Well, at least we can still have a good breakfast!</p><p><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6040/6274032349_8330385732.jpg" width="358" height="480" alt="Breakfast at the Ford Dealership Lot 9-14-11.JPG" /></p><p><i>Breakfast at the Ford Dealership Aboard Daydream</i></p><p>We spend a bit of the day looking at new Ford F350 diesel trucks. We are sorely tempted but reason prevails - it would not be prudent! But damn that truck is nice!</p><p><u>Day 13. Wednesday, September 14</u>. We have internet and lots of reading material. We have beer, wine and gin. And we have an ice-maker (OK, talk about want versus need NOW), so we are toughing it out. We are spending the last part of our 2011 vacation on the hard in a dang car dealership!</p><u>Day 14. Thursday, September 15</u>. The end is in sight! The parts arrived today, and they are working valiantly to get them installed so we can go home! Here is our view from Daydream's cockpit for the last three days:<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6274557172_34fd09f375.jpg" width="480" height="358" alt="View from Daydream for the Last Three Days 9-14-11.jpg" /> <div><i>View of Ford Dealership from Daydream's Cockpit</i><i><br /></i><br /></div><div>But then the horror story continues...about 4 p.m. Michelle calls me in, they have found a second wiring harness under the first one that also has been sliced and diced or mouse eaten or whatever, and it will now be another week before they can get THAT part. Michelle says we might as well rent a car and head home. She takes pity on us and has her boyfriend tow <i>Daydream</i> to her own house so it will not be sitting unattended in the car lot.<br /><br />We go to Enterprise, and all they have that they can rent one-way is a Ford F150, but we get the dealer rate on the rental and a big discount on the one-way drop charge. I-90 is a parking lot at Easton. But we finally get home, only to discover that we had both left our keys on the boat! So late at night, in the dark, I have to do a second-story job on my own house. Fortunately, Patty had left the upstairs bathroom window cracked. It is actually three floors up due to the daylight basement, and I hate heights, but I sucked it up, scaled two ladders, and somehow managed to get in the bathroom window. We slept the sleep of the beaten that night, wondering how we were going to get our Hyundai going so we could return the rental truck.<br /><br /><u>Day 15. Friday, September 16</u>. Technically, the last day of the Vacation from Hell. We spend the morning going to Kirkland Hyundai to get the key code, then to Bona Fide Lock and Safe a few blocks away to get two keys made, all of this adding up to $48. Then we head back to Fall City, only to discover the keys do not work. We head back to Bona Fide's Issaquah store, where certified locksmith Michael Wick puzzled it out for about an hour, and finally was able to make us keys that worked. We get the rental truck returned, but we are still without the Titan, and really do not know when we are getting it back.<br /><br /><u>Postscript</u>. Michelle called to tell us they got the second wiring harness in, the truck was running, but they had found a third wiring harness for the ABS system and taillights that got fried when the tailpipe fell off. This harness is in, the tailpipe is fixed, and all is good. The bill is $5,100. I had a conference in Coeur d'Alene October 5th through 7th, so we told Michelle we would retrieve the truck on our way home on the 7th, which we did. So we headed out for Lake Powell, and never got east of Yakima. Our truck broke down on September 2nd and we didn't get it back until October 7th. We are out $5,100 for the repair. We are still kind of dazed by it all. I think we need a vacation...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-80589404923611485372011-10-23T15:24:00.000-07:002011-10-23T16:05:18.134-07:00The Vacation from Hell - Days 6 - 10<p><u>Day 6. Wednesday, September 7</u>. We play leapfrog boats yet again, and I am buying Jim a lot of gas! But we are grateful Jim and Laurie are willing to hang with us. We get to Rimrock Lake, drop <i>Laurna Jo</i>, go back to Toppenish for <i>Daydream</i>, and then finally head back to Rimrock Lake with <i>Daydream </i>in tow. We get launched and are on the water at last! We launched and parked at Rimrock Lake Resort, which has a primitive but serviceable and very protected launch ramp, as it is tucked in behind a little peninsula and well-sheltered from the wind. A little surprise, while we were launching, my cousin Abel, who lives in Yakima, came strolling up from the Rimrock Lake Resort dock, and we had a nice little visit, Abel says the fishing is horrible, it has been the whole summer.</p><p><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/6273882907_7377126221.jpg" width="358" height="480" alt="On the Water at Last - Sundowner in the Cockpit.jpg" /> .</p><p><i>On the Water at Last - Patty Enjoys Her Sundowner on Daydream's Cockpit</i></p><p>Rimrock Lake, we learn, is less than a mile wide and about seven miles long. The lake is calm, like glass, except for the little bit of wind that was blowing while we were launching. We get anchored up behind the big peninsula at the east end of the lake, where there is a nice sandy beach, very convenient for dog duty in the kayak! Jim and Laurie raft up on <i>Laurna Jo</i>, and we are on vacation at last! The weather here is great, and the scenery is very nice as well!</p><p><u>Day 7. Thursday, September 8</u>. We do a little fishing today, casting off the bow, but no catching. Then we take a long kayak paddle and finish up with a swim. Patty bought a new float, and is getting to break it in here instead of at Powell, but what the heck!</p><p>The water is surprisingly warm for a Cascade mountain lake, it is a little bracing when you first dive in but it only takes short while to get used to it. Jim and Laurie try trolling, also without success. The parts for the Titan should be in tomorrow, and hopefully we will have some good news on Monday!</p><p><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6045/6274408782_594725434f.jpg" width="358" height="480" alt="Patty Enjoys Her Float 9-8-11.jpg" /></p><p><i>Patty Enjoys Her New Float</i></p><p><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6215/6274408382_975f94a733.jpg" width="358" height="480" alt="Baxter is Not Too Sure About This Whole Float Thingee.jpg" /></p><p><i>Baxter is Not So Sure About This Whole Float Thingee!</i></p><p><u>Day 8. Friday, September 9</u>. We decide to try trolling a bit and exploring the other end of the lake today, so we pull anchor. We have been anchored here since Wednesday, spinning on the hook. The windlass groans but comes up - with our anchor rode completely, and we think possibly hopelessly, tangled in this stump:</p><p><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6273884645_de7637e1cf.jpg" width="355" height="480" alt="Look What Came Up With the Anchor Rode 9-9-11.jpg" /></p><p><i>Anchor Rode Wound Around Stump</i></p><p>About an hour of patiently working on it from water level in a kayak, and amazingly, we are able to free the rode and save our anchor!</p><p>We try trolling for several hours without much luck. Pat snags a little Kokanee but decides it is too small and throws it back. We find a great spot to anchor at the west end of the lake right off a small island. The island is a Forest Service island, and Baxter loves the trails - lots of great smells to sniff! Baxter decides not to come when I call, so I just paddle off and leave him, he kind of watches with a puzzled look as I paddle away, then when I paddle back, he comes running down and jumps in the kayak. </p><p>We call Valley Nissan, the parts have not arrived yet.</p><p><u>Day 9. Saturday, September 10</u>. This is just really a great place for our little Pelican Pursuit kayaks! We paddle down to the west end of the lake and discover it is only about two feet deep! Glad we did not decide to try exploring in the C-Dorys!<br /></p><p><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6216/6274409546_72c452b250.jpg" width="358" height="480" alt="Patty Anderson, Ace Paddler 9-10-11.jpg" /></p><p><i>Patty Anderson, Ace Paddler</i></p><p><u>Day 10, Sunday, September 11</u>. No notes from today, just a picture, very pretty and calming. Not the way we intended to spend our vacation but Rimrock Lake has been a pleasant surprise, we might come here again for a three or four day long weekend!</p><p><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6240/6273883331_86c49e7f67.jpg" width="358" height="480" alt="Moon Over Rimrock Lake.JPG" /><br /></p><p><i>Moon Over Rimrock Lake</i></p><br /><p><u><br /></u></p>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-18431468739378930472011-10-23T13:19:00.000-07:002011-10-23T16:14:36.981-07:00The Vacation from Hell - Days 1 - 5.<p><i>"No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one"</i> ~ Elbert Hubbard</p><p>The past three years we have taken a two week vacation to Lake Powell, UT, on <i>Daydream</i>, our C-Dory 25 Cruiser, and we were looking forward to another relaxing vacation of fun in the sun with our friends Jim and Laurie on <i>Laurna Jo</i>. This is the chronicle of how in 2011 darn near everything went wrong. Each day is written looking forward, just the way I chronicled it on the <a href="http://www.c-brats.com/viewtopic.php?t=16603&start=0">C-Brat website</a>.</p><p><u>Day 1. Friday, September 2</u>. <span style="background-color: transparent;">We left Friday afternoon bound for Lake Powell, planning to make our first stop the Hermiston, OR, Wallyworld. We had plotted out the 1,100 mile trip from Walmart parking lot to Walmart parking lot! Unfortunately, the Titan broke down just west of Cle Elum. First the dash lights started acting weird, and the sucker just rolled to a stop, deader than a doornail, less than 60 miles from home. When we got out, we also saw the tailpipe had fallen off, pretty sure that was just a coincidence. Fortunately, there was a wide shoulder on I-90 where we broke down. So we called AAA, and upgraded our membership so the boat could get towed as well. Then we started looking for Nissan dealers. As it turned out, the closest one was Valley Nissan in Yakima. The service writer, Michelle, thought it sounded like an alternator. M</span>y guess is a computer control module. I hope Michelle is right and I am wrong!</p><span style="background-color: transparent;">After about an hour, a 1940s vintage tow truck from Cle Elum Towing showed up. The driver, Leo, was a fair match for the truck, but he was friendly enough. Leo towed the</span> boat to their Cle Elum storage yard, and towed the Titan to Yakima to the Nissan dealer. Leo was all excited about the trip to Yakima, since it meant he could go to Walmart for some new shoes. Since it was now after 5:30 p.m. and Monday will be Labor Day, the dealer can't look at it until Tuesday. Jim and Laurie were waiting for us in Yakima with <i>Laurna Jo</i>, but <i>Daydream</i> is back in Cle Eum. So we start looking for an RV park near Cle Elum, and are pleased to find that Eagle Valley RV Park in South Cle Elum has lots of spaces available. So we ride with Jim and Laurie in their Tundra back to Cle Elum, where Jim drops Laurna Jo at Eagle Valley, and we go retrieve <i>Daydream</i> from the storage yard and get her into Eagle Valley as well.<br /><br />In the morning we found out why there were so many spaces at Eagle Valley on Labor Day weekend - it is a campground supposedly just for members of the Eagles Club. The manager said not to worry, it was for Eagles and their guests, and we were their guests! In reality, they are open to the general public if they have space. We spent Friday night at Eagle Valley, and were glad to have any place at all.<br /><br /><u>Day 2. Saturday, September 3</u>. Saturday morning after breakfast at Eagle Valley RV Park in Cle Elum, we had to figure out what we were doing next. Since we would be stuck in Yakima at least until Tuesday, we started looking for an RV park there, and once again, are pleasantly surprised to find that Yakama Nation RV Park in Toppenish has space available. A big thanks to Jim Martinson for playing musical boats! He towed <i>Laurna Jo</i> to the Yakama Nation RV Park, then went back to Cle Elum for <i>Daydream</i>. The Yakama Nation RV Park is really pretty nice,<br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6222/6273980004_2d6ea20b4d.jpg" width="480" height="358" alt="Daydream on the Hard at Yakama Nation RV Park 9-6-11.jpg" /><br /><br /><i>Daydream on the Hard at Yakama Nation RV Park</i><i><br /></i><u><br /></u><div><u>Day 3. Sunday, September 4</u>. What do you in Yakima? You do winery tours! Today we toured Massett, Windy Point, Piety Flats, Claar and Two Mountains wineries. We had a great lunch at a Mexican restaurant near Toppenish, and finished off the evening with a swim in the RV park swimming pool, dinner and then bed. The pool is supposed to be adults only at certain hours, but it is overrun with kids! OK, we got lemons so we are making lemonade! Powell is out, so we are thinking of diverting to Lake Roosevelt, it is close enough to reach in one day, and we have boated there before and really enjoyed it. Actually boaterhoming in Yakima is a LOT more pleasant than the long drive to Powell anyway! The $64K question is, how long it will take the dealer to get us back on the road?<br /><br /><u>Day 4. Monday, September 5</u>. Today we went into Wapato for the Harvest Festival, where we saw the Filipino Youth Activities Drill Team from Seattle. It was just hotter than blazes! Back at the RV Park we took two dips in the pool, really refreshing. And the dang kids are finally gone! Tomorrow we will find out about the Titan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6103/6273456897_a2b4cefc54.jpg" width="480" height="358" alt="Baxter Barrett Anderson Dog of the Desert - er, RV Park 9-7-11.jpg" /><br /><br /><i>Baxter Barrett Anderson, Dog of the Desert - er, RV Park</i><i><br /></i><u><br /></u></div><div><u>Day 5. Tuesday, September 6</u>. In the morning, we head off to Yakima to Valley Nissan, where we get the bad news from Michelle - I was right, she was wrong, the main computer is fried. Not only that, the main wiring harness had either been sliced and diced by the prior owner, or had perhaps been mouse eaten, and had simply been taped up and covered with goo. The wiring harness finally shorted out, and that is what took the computer down. So now, we need the computer and the main wiring harness, estimate of $1,900. The parts have to come out of Sacramento, so they won't arrive until Friday and the truck won't be ready until Monday. Michelle suggests we go to Rimrock Lake on the White Pass Highway while we are waiting. We decide to spend one more night at the RV Park and head for Rimrock Lake in the morning. So now it looks like even Lake Roosevelt is out. This is definitely not going well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-70407913062810273362010-10-03T11:39:00.000-07:002010-10-05T05:45:54.911-07:00Lake Powell Postscript<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Thus ends this journal of Pat and Patty's (and Baxter's) Lake Powell vacation on the C-Dory 25 Cruiser <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span>!</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Due to the way Blogger works, if you are just coming on to this blog, this is the post you will see first.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Since I was not able to post each day as I wrote it, multiple days have been batch posted as our internet connection allowed. Some of the posts are under the September archive and the rest of them are under October.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">If you are a glutton for punishment, open the September archive and start down at the bottom with Day 1. If you would like to read the most interesting days with the most interesting photos, I would recommend Day 5, Bullfrog Bay to Slick Rock Canyon, Day 6, Smith Fork Canyon to Bullfrog Bay, Day 7, Bullfrog Bay to Slick Rock Canyon, Day 8, Slick Rock Canyon to the Rincon, Day 9, The Rincon to Oak Canyon, Day 10, Oak Canyon, Day 12, Oak Canyon to Iceberg Canyon, and Day 13, Iceberg Canyon.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Our Lake Powell vacation is over for this year, it was wonderful, and we have no doubt we will return to Lake Powell yet again next year.<span style=""> </span>The drive was just over 1,100 miles each direction, and the Titan averaged 8.3 miles per gallon towing <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span>.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">On the lake <i>Daydream</i></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> used 57 gallons of gas<span style=""> </span>over 176 miles, averaging almost exactly 3.0 miles per gallon.<span style=""> </span>Our average cruise speed was about 7.5 knots (8.6 miles per hour).<span style=""> </span>If we had been willing to slow down a knot, our economy would have been significantly better, but cruise speed and economy are always a compromise.<span style=""> </span>Our Navman fuel flow meter was significantly off, as it indicated we had used only 44 gallons.<span style=""> </span>Apparently we need to re-calibrate this puppy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We got the boat mostly unloaded last night, and today is our day to clean it – there is plenty to do in that regard!<span style=""> </span>I need to take the kayaks and the kayak rack off, and I think I will take the 15 watt solar panel off as well – I want to replace it with two 30 watt panels for a total of 60 watts, which should be able to keep up with the load on the house battery. The 15 watt solar panel for the Airhead fan worked perfectly for its intended purpose however.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We didn’t miss the Wallas (a diesel stove / cabin heater for those not familiar).<span style=""> </span>We cooked on a little<span style=""> </span>Gasone portable butane stove that we stowed under the galley each evening, and it performed wonderfully.<span style=""> </span>When we needed to take the chill off the cabin in the mornings, which we did a couple of times, our little propane-fired Mr. Heater Buddy did a great job.<span style=""> </span>But for extended cruising in cold climates, we definitely need a more robust cabin heater.<span style=""> </span>The solution seems to be to sell the Wallas, which is back from Scan Marine with a clean bill of health, and use the money to purchase an Espar forced air diesel furnace.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We had a couple of<span style=""> </span>issues on the boat. The Airhead, well, the odor was uncharacteristically embarrassing for much of the time, with a very strong ammonia odor that made Patty’s eyes burn.<span style=""> </span>We had not experienced this before during the five years we have owned it.<span style=""> </span>I think I fixed it.<span style=""> </span>I had blocked a hole that was apparently the air inlet, and the process probably went anaerobic, causing the ammonia odor.<span style=""> </span>When I removed the plug, the ammonia odor quickly went away.<span style=""> </span>Unfortunately I did not figure that out until our vacation was nearly over!<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Another big issue is that we did not have enough 12 volt power in the house battery to use our fridge. We had to use the cooler with block ice exclusively for anything we needed to keep cool.<span style=""> </span>I am not sure if this is the cheap Walmart deep cycle marine battery (two prior ones have failed and Walmart replaced them both, don't want a fourth) or if we have something drawing power in the boat that we are not aware of.<span style=""> </span>The voltage drop overnight with no apparently load is much greater than it should be.<span style=""> </span>Either way, we need to figure this out so we will have adequate power.<span style=""> </span>I plan on buying two new NAPA deep cycle marine batteries.<span style=""> </span>If new batteries don't solve the problem, I guess I will check out the boat circuits, one by one, with my little multimeter.<span style=""> </span>Also, I think beefier solar panels will help keep the house battery up for extended periods at anchor.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Little issues, the noodles on the boat-top rack don't stay in place when I put the kayaks up, and the noodles on the boarding ladder split.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">All in all, though, this vacation was everything we hoped it would be and more!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">OVER AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-60141868732908837502010-10-03T11:35:00.000-07:002010-10-04T13:24:04.091-07:00Lake Powell, Day 17. Ontario, OR, to Fall City, WA<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Saturday, October 2, 2010</span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Just a driving day, treated ourselves to a Mickie D breakfast, Sausage McMuffin<span style=""> </span>with Egg, hashbrowns and a small orange juice. It seems every Walmart has a McDonald’s either inside it or just across the street!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We were in Prosser, WA, around lunch time but the Prosser Rest Stop parking area for trucks and trailers was completely full, so we drove 50 more miles to Yakima and lunched in the Walmart parking lot where we had spent our first night!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">From Yakima, it was an easy drive home to Fall City, the I-90 construction at Easton didn’t slow us down, and we were back in our driveway, where the whole trip had started, at 4:45 p.m.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We got the cooler and our duffel bags off the boat, but tomorrow is the real heavy duty clean-up day!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-66794615223131262522010-10-03T11:29:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:46:26.547-07:00Lake Powell, Day 16. Price, UT, to Ontario, OR<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Friday, October 1</span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Our original plan was to spend the first night in Ogden, and make Ontario, OR, the following day.<span style=""> </span>Since we had only got to Price the first day, we<span style=""> </span>thought we would only make it to Caldwell, ID, and probably stay the last night in Yakima and get home Sunday morning.<span style=""> </span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Outside Tremonton, UT, we heard a loud pop, so I pulled over, and darn if we did not have another flat tire!<span style=""> </span>So put the spare we had just purchased in Price on and we went into Tremonton looking for a tire store.<span style=""> </span>Patty was able to find a Big O tire store using Google on her risen-from-the-dead BlackBerry. The new spare at Big O was only $116 – quite a bit less than Les Schwab had charged us.<span style=""> </span>We may become former Les Schwab customers!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We had lunch at the first rest stop across the Idaho border, and only stayed half an hour to make up some time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">After the excitement of the flat tire, I just drove and Patty knitted – she has been knitting the whole trip. Our future granddaughter Harper Eleanor Hamilton, due in November, will have more hand-knitted sweaters, hats, slipper socks and whatever than any other child every born!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">It was only 5 p.m. as we were passing through Boise, and it was only another hour and a half to Ontario, so we decided to push on.<span style=""> </span>We arrived at the Ontario Camp Walmart at only 6:30 p.m.<span style=""> </span>We calculated that we covered 502 miles today, our greatest distance ever, and it was a little tedious but not really too difficult.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Baxter has been a great traveler, both on the boat and in his crate in the Titan.<span style=""> </span>This evening though, to our surprise, he decided to jump off the boat in the Walmart parking lot and go exploring a bit on his own.<span style=""> </span>We looked around and noticed he was gone, and set out to look for him.<span style=""> </span>Our Camp Walmart neighbor, a guy in a VW Vanagon camper, brought him back quickly.<span style=""> </span>But now it looks like he needs his leash whenever he is out on the cockpit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Drinks and one of my favorites, Mabo Tofu, for dinner and off to bed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> OUT<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-86552034123633058822010-10-03T11:17:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:50:54.210-07:00Lake Powell, Day 15. Bullfrog Bay to Price, UT<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Thursday, September 30, 2010</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">It is early morning at Bullfrog Bay with <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span> still rafted to <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Katmai</span>, which is one of the original Cape Cruisers - this is a very nice boat! Last photos on the lake!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKYhL03Q5kdLuYVFmSq33m_i9WDrKzcekst7pF7wVydJpCQyDxa3goRj8LbchyphenhyphenNxqEskFMqgAO0ewrg1jrRuSUYWtiLpTtJeQta9pDV-SvuyxM0bMUPVJpdZjnuYqhofLiQgBvz7ahfY/s1600/Patty+on+Daydream,+Russ+and+Toni+on+Traveler+and+Casey+on+Katmai+Rafted+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-30-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKYhL03Q5kdLuYVFmSq33m_i9WDrKzcekst7pF7wVydJpCQyDxa3goRj8LbchyphenhyphenNxqEskFMqgAO0ewrg1jrRuSUYWtiLpTtJeQta9pDV-SvuyxM0bMUPVJpdZjnuYqhofLiQgBvz7ahfY/s400/Patty+on+Daydream,+Russ+and+Toni+on+Traveler+and+Casey+on+Katmai+Rafted+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-30-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524164628762898258" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPuKG8M2CUYX7nD4sxI0hORI-Ip5kxaV1Wrqhu4QR3mFPhfgZHseDzeCghEe28noaxUywX1R0KsqmEuzHkHCUfjfZNjY3MRE6vr2wgfbM8JrsbNnWj_AgcsPhwzQGN6WFIKEHZQaclKY/s1600/Katmai,+Traveler+and+Daydream+Rafted+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-30-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPuKG8M2CUYX7nD4sxI0hORI-Ip5kxaV1Wrqhu4QR3mFPhfgZHseDzeCghEe28noaxUywX1R0KsqmEuzHkHCUfjfZNjY3MRE6vr2wgfbM8JrsbNnWj_AgcsPhwzQGN6WFIKEHZQaclKY/s400/Katmai,+Traveler+and+Daydream+Rafted+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-30-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524164830879660866" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifMgbBgaVL_D_svxc2-0lzpJdEz-RSfexjhWvRo1JGfx0Og2zykzKKfR4Lf4K1oXjuXZrksh6pgh5zdwSGqopD6zW_pNq4h1aNuHgNYGywCZCf6M7hWdZBrwYJdy4GcdIx7zmAiYbfQQ/s1600/Casey+on+Katmai+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-30-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifMgbBgaVL_D_svxc2-0lzpJdEz-RSfexjhWvRo1JGfx0Og2zykzKKfR4Lf4K1oXjuXZrksh6pgh5zdwSGqopD6zW_pNq4h1aNuHgNYGywCZCf6M7hWdZBrwYJdy4GcdIx7zmAiYbfQQ/s400/Casey+on+Katmai+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-30-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524165029562606658" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Last coffee on the cockpit – coffee in the morning and sundowners in the evening in the cockpit are our two favorite times of the day!<span style=""> </span>A little Brendan’s Irish Cream in the coffee is a nice touch too.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We left for the ramp about 8:30 a.m. – retrieval did not go well, not one of my finer moments Patty tells me.<span style=""> </span>We tried to power the boat on, just could not get it on the trailer straight to save our souls.<span style=""> </span>We ended up using the electric winch manually, which I simply do not have the strength for when the boat has to come up a long distance.<span style=""> </span>We need to get a geared strap winch if we are not going to be powering on for retrieval.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>Also need to move the guides in so they actually guide the boat onto the trailer.<span style=""> </span>Also considering changing from rollers to bunks.<span style=""> </span>Or maybe we just need a new trailer! </span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We did not get away from Bullfrog Marina until about 11 a.m.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We stopped for lunch at Stan’s Burger Bar in Hanksville with Russ and Toni. Stan's is fun, an old time burger joint, with lots of corn, like the sign that says "Lost husband and dog. Reward for dog" and "Losing a wife can be difficult. In my case it was impossible." The “fresh lime” drink, really a Green River, was especially refreshing and did a fine job of washing down my bacon double cheeseburger!<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We had come down through Richfield and then through Loa, Bicknell and Capitol Reef National Park, which is very scenic, but we decided to take the Price route home.<span style=""> </span>Not only is it shorter, it also has better roads with fewer reduced speed limit areas.<span style=""> </span>We are pretty much settled on this route from here on in.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Our original goal was to get to Ogden from Bullfrog, but between Hanksville and Price, the driver of a passing car was pointing back to our trailer, so I pulled over.<span style=""> </span>The right rear tire was flat – the plastic<span style=""> </span>fender had come loose and had been rubbing on it, the tire wore<span style=""> </span>a<span style=""> </span>hole in the fender before self-destructing.<span style=""> </span>I did not even feel it driving.<span style=""> </span>Plastic fenders – another reason we<span style=""> </span>might need a new trailer.<span style=""> </span>So we pulled over, repaired the tire and used cable ties to hold the fender up, proceeded on to Price, found the Les Schwab store and bought a new spare - $167.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">I discovered in Price that my BlackBerry had died for no apparent reason.<span style=""> </span>Patty’s had revived after a couple of days, likewise for no apparent reason, so at least we had one working phone.<span style=""> </span>But these BlackBerrys just have to go.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Between the late start and the time spent dealing with the flat tire, we decided just to stay in Price for the night, so we parked <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> on the far edge of the Camp Walmart in Price – this Camp Walmart deal is really great!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Russ and Toni treated us to a Mexican dinner at Los 2 Amigos, and then back to the boats for the night.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> OUT<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-69427456883286979422010-10-03T11:05:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:55:00.170-07:00Lake Powell, Day 14. Iceberg Canyon to Bullfrog Bay<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Wednesday, September 29, 2010</span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">This is our last day on Lake Powell, since we decided to pull out early tomorrow (Thursday) morning and be traveling Thursday, Friday and Saturday. That way, we can have next Sunday to unload, clean the boat and generally sort of decompress.<span style=""> </span>It has indeed gone all too fast, but has been exactly what we wanted - sunshine, swimming, kayaking, hiking and just generally having a relaxing time, with no set itinerary or schedule.<span style=""> Recreation, pure and simple. </span>We have enjoyed Russ and Toni's company immensely.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span>The fishing was not nearly as good as last year but I caught my three good sized fish at Oak Canyon, so I am glad we brought fishing rods this year.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> Being out of cell phone and internet range most of the time has been kind of a mixed blessing!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Up early to write the journal and edit photos.<span style=""> </span>Breakfast of Mexican hash, and then underway for Halls Crossing Marina to top off water and buy ice, which we will need for the trip home.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span> rafted up in Bullfrog Bay after coming across from Halls Crossing. We had lunch and a swim, our usual routine!<span style=""> </span>Casey joined us on <i>Katmai</i></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">, and all three boats rafted up for our last night on the lake. </span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="">Patty and Toni took one last dinghy ride to fish, and Patty got her fish! A little smallmouth bass, but big enough for Russ to fillet - so she was not skunked after all!</span></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span>We finished the evening with a bass dinner, and lots of conversation over Casey’s port and a bit of Evan Williams!<span style=""> </span>Very pleasant evening, great ending to a great vacation!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-57140973223653595892010-10-03T10:26:00.000-07:002010-10-04T19:58:27.249-07:00Lake Powell, Day 13. Iceberg Canyon<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Tuesday, September 28, 2010</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Our anchorage at Iceberg Canyon was absolutely spectacular.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQVBZOcl1i2nnCiysOYP1tFkGGnX5t5IzaxbDuinDzvAFcen3grGrq72g9b0PX-8LJM53kBSEBZ1KSiAZenDHct5sihbjyKck9nVGgaMGVie3LeRhVSevQb75kfOiIpOM7BInrvy-Ei0/s1600/View+from+the+Boats+at+Our+Anchorage+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQVBZOcl1i2nnCiysOYP1tFkGGnX5t5IzaxbDuinDzvAFcen3grGrq72g9b0PX-8LJM53kBSEBZ1KSiAZenDHct5sihbjyKck9nVGgaMGVie3LeRhVSevQb75kfOiIpOM7BInrvy-Ei0/s400/View+from+the+Boats+at+Our+Anchorage+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523869872008182626" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicH3gHplWlv_YAsK2Qki7E1TCXnhz7moIpLZ1Jox4v05GSj8GdV0P5Bd-p9FCu2tbJhb4mM-f7x6uZurfS92QmRA84vFOzCeJc7MiIoVexjFTcRYInMGNoYlp1p6kfDUeUqthmkYrhndc/s1600/View+from+the+Boats+at+Sunrise+at+Oak+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicH3gHplWlv_YAsK2Qki7E1TCXnhz7moIpLZ1Jox4v05GSj8GdV0P5Bd-p9FCu2tbJhb4mM-f7x6uZurfS92QmRA84vFOzCeJc7MiIoVexjFTcRYInMGNoYlp1p6kfDUeUqthmkYrhndc/s400/View+from+the+Boats+at+Sunrise+at+Oak+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523880644433376450" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1io7iL5im0BGzM4z_1jblgmrXBfULgJeZjGpV1nSZB_7heoVqypLsWNQQ50zv0f-0XGODBywWDJZZIpqVPNMVB0D-nAPqPYQbyXZDcMVUCYueoGnD9XdAR0oMbv2OCSriEkRdj9xzstc/s1600/Daydream+and+Traveler+in+Iceberg+Canyon+Anchorage+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1io7iL5im0BGzM4z_1jblgmrXBfULgJeZjGpV1nSZB_7heoVqypLsWNQQ50zv0f-0XGODBywWDJZZIpqVPNMVB0D-nAPqPYQbyXZDcMVUCYueoGnD9XdAR0oMbv2OCSriEkRdj9xzstc/s400/Daydream+and+Traveler+in+Iceberg+Canyon+Anchorage+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523870595545937938" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">There was a sand castle on the beach that we imagined was an Anasazi sand castle!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegg_ChyphenhyphenSkb0dmYl_ytdIYbbpD0cPFqJQrbEOeefPUrOvMv0btXKnwtphGuTiJ4TIq3-7smou8QeTN3G2ySdxCCvzzFFiu8zTynmrckr-50xP21qPZNjnpFPQK9_u_UQ3TsTykRRz7xrE/s1600/We+Imagined+This+Was+an+Anasazi+Sand+Castle+on+the+Beach+at+Our+Anchorage+in+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegg_ChyphenhyphenSkb0dmYl_ytdIYbbpD0cPFqJQrbEOeefPUrOvMv0btXKnwtphGuTiJ4TIq3-7smou8QeTN3G2ySdxCCvzzFFiu8zTynmrckr-50xP21qPZNjnpFPQK9_u_UQ3TsTykRRz7xrE/s400/We+Imagined+This+Was+an+Anasazi+Sand+Castle+on+the+Beach+at+Our+Anchorage+in+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523876189725406514" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">This was also the perfect day on Lake Powell, what we came for!<span style=""> </span>Up early for Baxter duty, no fish jumping here.<span style=""> </span>French toast and fried Spam (!) for breakfast, then to the kayaks for a short paddle up this branch of Iceberg Canyon, and another hike to the bowl at the end, which we climbed up into for a rest. It was an easier hike than the others because most of it was in the shade, and just great scenery. These excursions usually take a few hours, in this case I think we headed out about 9:30 a.m. and were back around 1:30 p.m.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxc0R-tH8x0hAyVAgpA70bpFsI9V_JRN7YB5iwcFtrOX80z_JDAi59IvRuzPfS6mdG4Yru2phTn-JlmfSdQ7dYgTCgxU8UHNtlWCYdugVnw2cocTcoacncwF5p7sWiRrOnk2F1fQAKjg/s1600/Baxter,+Patty+and+Pat+Under+Overhand+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxc0R-tH8x0hAyVAgpA70bpFsI9V_JRN7YB5iwcFtrOX80z_JDAi59IvRuzPfS6mdG4Yru2phTn-JlmfSdQ7dYgTCgxU8UHNtlWCYdugVnw2cocTcoacncwF5p7sWiRrOnk2F1fQAKjg/s400/Baxter,+Patty+and+Pat+Under+Overhand+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523874785632103858" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10VGaro_U-3yYhHzUpe3XiVEu-vnilRmUUcgzCk4IYNKL3OK1u6Pa3t5xtkqkwKHMfU1HxnzsKo5z3fAvfQ37zdPGPF0HeAqyOcSWpwqX0DxfCfXXMaPYFd-szZuWrzaC30_ukReiK3k/s1600/Pat,+Baxter+and+Patty+in+"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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But to capture the grandeur of the high cliffs right next to you or the bowl you are approaching is extremely difficult.<span style=""> </span>The big things have to be photographed from a good vantage point at the right distance, with the right lens.<span style=""> </span>More often than not, those attempts are disappointing.<span style=""> </span>I have taken to carrying just a pocket camera and trying to take mostly pictures of us, our boats, our kayaks and Baxter and let the scenic background show in the background.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> And no day would be complete without a "Baxter Barrett Anderson, Dog of the Desert" shot!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmiyLmvvT1Oi2HEfJnbzu9HArJCTJV_1518dnfIjRZcnr9rf48b79_dNhGkFORdsWKvP5SFjjPyGKtciYQKO590-tydfZo_jgYQj-d9rwGnDOlnbl5HTBNAybvxXGMp5R_HpqQctPs0w/s1600/Baxter+Barrett+Anderson,+Dog+of+the+Desert,+on+Iceberg+Canyon+Trail+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmiyLmvvT1Oi2HEfJnbzu9HArJCTJV_1518dnfIjRZcnr9rf48b79_dNhGkFORdsWKvP5SFjjPyGKtciYQKO590-tydfZo_jgYQj-d9rwGnDOlnbl5HTBNAybvxXGMp5R_HpqQctPs0w/s400/Baxter+Barrett+Anderson,+Dog+of+the+Desert,+on+Iceberg+Canyon+Trail+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523871158882859970" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Anyway, when we got back to the boat, we had a wonderful refreshing swim followed by lunch.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBINh6AdIUVUUgAHSFuCkb_9yjJaQY2Vdqemwc8CaQ6ebAASxSCLOUY8iTT8mDMcCv7_ozvf-WNcUuNa509hfS60Adoufmiv5mx7d3v8KiVrGAxKz0_kVfW0dtnuIrvt3-8J4wfHtqFUM/s1600/Patty+Cools+Off+After+Hike+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBINh6AdIUVUUgAHSFuCkb_9yjJaQY2Vdqemwc8CaQ6ebAASxSCLOUY8iTT8mDMcCv7_ozvf-WNcUuNa509hfS60Adoufmiv5mx7d3v8KiVrGAxKz0_kVfW0dtnuIrvt3-8J4wfHtqFUM/s400/Patty+Cools+Off+After+Hike+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523874426904615154" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">After lunch about 3 p.m. or so, it was back to the kayaks to go paddling to a different arm of the canyon.<span style=""> </span>Unlike many other canyons, Iceberg has many arms and some of the arms have arms of their own!<span style=""> </span>This particular arm was dammed near its end by a rock slide in the 1980s, and has great cottonwood trees in the water, which make a great backdrop for kayak pictures!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We took a short walk around the dam to see the lake that had formed behind the dam.<span style=""> </span>The lake was full of carp swimming with their fins breaking the surface.<span style=""> </span>When we returned to the kayaks from the lake, a woman was bare climbing a rock wall and we watched her for a bit.<span style=""> </span>Then back to the boats.<span style=""> </span>We checked the distance by GPS later, and our roundtrip paddle was 2.6 miles!<span style=""> </span>Our little Pelican Pursuit kayaks are perfect for here!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnjCr3A5HX0eDh7f_-Qhk9gzMpiRtUj1cp5TWafmxzDZdGb9aeJrwcPdgrftqMwtc9Ljdm0DhwaRh139nNmUiypnIUcKiQ-SjUT3YJjYCh_J1knNNQiluW6F5iSlfAb5vLdYU8UNQmgg/s1600/Patty+in+Kayak+in+Front+of+Cottonwoods+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLFMpmzxDmtaPbN3RS5NY0LynLZxdMZbhnaeTf8N0X-fZ_CWjXOj-U9kEWsPLIlWvHoCdWva7KVcK7s4R4LQqFLVvQLem-WOvCuGJC-1bOLq60IBdug74faDBgpxJg5sPRvjPQxpUlTQ/s400/Patty+and+Baxter+at+Lake+Behind+Dam+at+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523879472458196514" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf8GHJqJQJ2Lh7uLFuusd6odKKRJzDeGintxcHudtSQnXI-1Qu57FfgeMb6UvB7V3dSZHWX9amT98Nm0g7vz-tripYMvtiIEgKdtUhCftBohDyvpcNzJkVxZ3m7VUBXSVrFcacTmuUtE/s1600/Woman+Bare+Climbing+Rock+Wall+in+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf8GHJqJQJ2Lh7uLFuusd6odKKRJzDeGintxcHudtSQnXI-1Qu57FfgeMb6UvB7V3dSZHWX9amT98Nm0g7vz-tripYMvtiIEgKdtUhCftBohDyvpcNzJkVxZ3m7VUBXSVrFcacTmuUtE/s400/Woman+Bare+Climbing+Rock+Wall+in+Iceberg+Canyon+9-28-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523880271672028066" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">This is such a great spot anchored in our little pool here that we decided to stay a second night rather than pushing on.<span style=""> </span>After drinks and dinner, we were all pretty exhausted from the days activities, so we just we all just star-gazed, Patty, Baxter and I on the bow of <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span> </span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">and Russ and Toni on the bow of <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>.</span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="">OUT</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-29764837014511228342010-10-03T09:47:00.000-07:002010-10-04T20:02:22.847-07:00Lake Powell, Day 12. Oak Canyon to Iceberg Canyon<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Monday, September 27, 2010</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Got up about<span style=""> </span>6 a.m. to catch up on journal writing, it is still dark but I could hear fish jumping all over close to the boat.<span style=""> </span>So I went out and cast a few times, but shortly was snagged on a fender line on <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>!</span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span>I could have gone on their swim step to retrieve it, but that would probably have awakened them, so I decided not to.<span style=""> </span>Crap!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Everybody was up around 7 a.m., so I unsnagged my line and resumed fishing.<span style=""> </span>The drought is over!<span style=""> </span>I caught three nice small mouth bass much larger than the previous two casting from the bow!<span style=""> </span>Gary Yamamoto lime green grubs pushed up over a big jig head, tied directly on the end of the line, no swivel and no sinkers. Now five fish total, averaged over my Utah fishing license, they are now down to $6 each!<span style=""> </span>I tried filleting one, but my knife was too dull and I of course have no touch, so I turned the job over to Russ, who had them filleted in nothing flat.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0WZVKilP3CW92zmKMime9q5jLrkDdjOFhdnd_ej_o598HfneonJbsLPoA42NZVgrAOgHEJeEaF1YggcPkn2a1F78UQyEPQK8mtR1SmvCvskgfphwadtKgnmeture-cvRr0PKyp3cO_8/s1600/Pat+Fishing+from+Bow+of+Daydream+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0WZVKilP3CW92zmKMime9q5jLrkDdjOFhdnd_ej_o598HfneonJbsLPoA42NZVgrAOgHEJeEaF1YggcPkn2a1F78UQyEPQK8mtR1SmvCvskgfphwadtKgnmeture-cvRr0PKyp3cO_8/s400/Pat+Fishing+from+Bow+of+Daydream+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523864709481841410" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuecObtLfp9gFnu_ZYpzrzb_3WCDf7NlYwa1M1mPQmGYbMx31GUIjgKS8TEkLPJo0h1k-K6jumw92YxRM59ty2knfnwx2DZ4_kHZhw9fAAXrUHI7_wPT_8DFcjbhhPNoIalWuaVk8Mlk/s1600/Pat+with+His+Three+Small+Mouth+Bass+on+a+Stringer+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQuecObtLfp9gFnu_ZYpzrzb_3WCDf7NlYwa1M1mPQmGYbMx31GUIjgKS8TEkLPJo0h1k-K6jumw92YxRM59ty2knfnwx2DZ4_kHZhw9fAAXrUHI7_wPT_8DFcjbhhPNoIalWuaVk8Mlk/s400/Pat+with+His+Three+Small+Mouth+Bass+on+a+Stringer+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523864334744758306" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We decided to head for Cha Canyon on<span style=""> </span>the San Juan River Arm because a copy of a recent Wayne's Words posted at Dangling Rope Marina discussing the spotty fishing this year proclaimed the fishing at Cha Canyon "excellent."<span style=""> </span>We never got there.<span style=""> </span>Engine trouble bedeviled <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>, </span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> a leaky hose causing overheating.<span style=""> </span>Russ and Toni could see water spraying out in the engine compartment but could not see where it was coming from because the hose was in an inaccessible spot.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> was able to run by adding about a gallon of water every five minutes.<span style=""> </span>We cruised very slowly down to Iceberg Canyon, where we got a great spot.<span style=""> </span>Best dinner yet, fresh small mouth bass with a squeeze of lemon that Patty cooked perfectly in butter.<span style=""> </span>We finished up with another movie, <span style="font-style: italic;">Master and Commander</span>,</span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> with Russell Crowe, which had a bit<span style=""> </span>too much blood and gore for our tastes but still a good film.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">OUT<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-71755788561855750122010-10-03T09:15:00.000-07:002010-10-04T20:07:07.159-07:00Lake Powell, Day 11. Oak Canyon to Dangling Rope and Back<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Sunday, September 26, 2010</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Our friends Bill and El from <span style="font-style: italic;">Halcyon</span> joined us aboard <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> for a leisurely breakfast - pancakes with lingonberry jam.<span style=""> </span>Boats began leaving to enjoy the rest of their time on the lake.<span style=""> </span>A few stayed on the beach at Oak Canyon, some left by themselves or another boat, and a group was headed with Chris on<span style="font-style: italic;"> Rana Verde</span></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> to Explorer Canyon on the Escalante River.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span>Our first year on Lake Powell, 2008, we cruised with Chris, who is the designated "cruise leader," but as Chris says, leading a group of C-brats is like herding cats!<span style=""> </span>Chris will make sure that the group sees all the "must see" sights, such as Cathedral in the Desert, Rainbow Bridge and Defiance House.<span style=""> </span>They will also enjoy Bill's running commentary over the radio from <span style="font-style: italic;">Halcyon</span> on the geology of Lake Powell. Bill is a former professor and the author of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Geology of the Great Basin</span>, a geology text that is still in use. Since we have seen all these sights, twice, we elected not to go with that group. We are having too much fun playing!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We spent the morning fishing from our kayaks, which we just love - they are perfect for Lake Powell, both for paddling up narrow canyon creeks and for fishing.<span style=""> </span>Again, fishing, no catching.<span style=""> </span>Tex somehow manages to catch three fish twice a day, but I am pretty sure I could be standing next to him casting exactly the same lure and still come up dry while he catches fish.<span style=""> </span>Oh, well.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">This is Navajo Mountain from the bay at Oak Canyon. Navajo Mountain is where the cell tower lives. Cell phones, iPads, and aircards all come out when we can see the mountain. A sad commentary I think.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxuslRNR-jnbRC_yyYcGdAHP-fP0xCV-JBK1SV9iZOivT9j9VKntol9TllJbT7S3VqvOd746Dh7gqImiykn_tDekgxg_HbqWdGlfTlWqbaQNYNMSYSv3KQBNjoj_rfxQPI3zvyRuyXZg/s1600/Navajo+Mountain+Where+the+Cell+Tower+Lives+9-27-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxuslRNR-jnbRC_yyYcGdAHP-fP0xCV-JBK1SV9iZOivT9j9VKntol9TllJbT7S3VqvOd746Dh7gqImiykn_tDekgxg_HbqWdGlfTlWqbaQNYNMSYSv3KQBNjoj_rfxQPI3zvyRuyXZg/s400/Navajo+Mountain+Where+the+Cell+Tower+Lives+9-27-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866683011616562" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We decided to head down the lake to Dangling Rope Marina to top off our water and buy some more beer and a loaf of bread.<span style=""> </span>It is about nine miles, which is a bit over an hour at our usual 7.5 knots.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span>Dangling Rope Marina is more or less halfway between Wahweap, near Page, Arizona, and Bullfrog Marina, which is about 100 miles up the lake in Utah.<span style=""> </span>It is unusual in that it is a completely floating marina, and is not served by any road - everything comes in by barge,<span style=""> </span>Still, they have a pretty full range of services, including fuel, water, pump out, garbage disposal and a store.<span style=""> </span>The pickings were pretty slim at the store though, since apparently near the end of the season they let stocks run down.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span>Dangling Rope, we are told, was in a canyon originally named "Dangling Noose," but that did not seem very appropriate to the National Park Service, so they renamed it! We got our water and made our purchases in the store and talked about where to spend the night. Some of the scenery in the main channel was interesting.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7UxC9XQpFqATYUPmBfms5VsQUGDZ6ex4q4c8tOJmQ_x-iACh-gaBfRojNec6SclTRcVFMG7M1FL8GWCM7S_jkLEM8tecCkh-hvLRJ9UiU9WzGrBEVwzD3HDG5UifojCck4Kh4ywyW6Y/s1600/Scenery+in+Main+Channel+between+Oak+Canyon+and+Dangling+Rope+9-26-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj7UxC9XQpFqATYUPmBfms5VsQUGDZ6ex4q4c8tOJmQ_x-iACh-gaBfRojNec6SclTRcVFMG7M1FL8GWCM7S_jkLEM8tecCkh-hvLRJ9UiU9WzGrBEVwzD3HDG5UifojCck4Kh4ywyW6Y/s400/Scenery+in+Main+Channel+between+Oak+Canyon+and+Dangling+Rope+9-26-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523858496606760354" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> On the way down to Dangling Rope, Jim and Marti from Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, passed us in <span style="font-style: italic;">C-Idaho</span>.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTPPJTeP8Z_NiKu2Zf2_UpT91nzCaqHtKc15oNsNPX5wSH5qWb2CuG58uHQMc5-3gnuYOT7_qO2gzfDX4sHSKnga_jlpCq7k7LeBhsCS7l3lMJBgYnT6MKAe_Ggr_DOkbXpAjMg9-B6w/s1600/C-Idaho+Running+in+Main+Channel+9-26-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTPPJTeP8Z_NiKu2Zf2_UpT91nzCaqHtKc15oNsNPX5wSH5qWb2CuG58uHQMc5-3gnuYOT7_qO2gzfDX4sHSKnga_jlpCq7k7LeBhsCS7l3lMJBgYnT6MKAe_Ggr_DOkbXpAjMg9-B6w/s400/C-Idaho+Running+in+Main+Channel+9-26-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523858916600732722" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We thought about a few places but slow cruise speed and our style of anchoring <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> </span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">and rafting<span style="font-style: italic;"> Daydream</span></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> imposes a few limits.<span style=""> </span>There is a nice pool near the end of Oak Canyon creek, so we decided to head back there.<span style=""> </span>There were some folks on the little sandy beach with jet skis waiting for their houseboat to come in, but we were able to get anchored with room for the houseboat to get by.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERrP3LKr8iKSxSzTRl2ZJHI0um8WM7qtNse5F-h8xmmTO8r4yLLn5uB3_hvLizWeon7UjGF-KXsC8Lp3L6oCv57J_Hbox1B1wn0CqABz8V30AC_xXb3XqEnDgOMIamKfBhfDB4UD0v70/s1600/The+Pool+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERrP3LKr8iKSxSzTRl2ZJHI0um8WM7qtNse5F-h8xmmTO8r4yLLn5uB3_hvLizWeon7UjGF-KXsC8Lp3L6oCv57J_Hbox1B1wn0CqABz8V30AC_xXb3XqEnDgOMIamKfBhfDB4UD0v70/s400/The+Pool+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523866395512459474" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Naturally we fished.<span style=""> </span><span style="">Success! </span>I caught another little small mouth bass casting off the bow!<span style=""> </span>This is an old trick - make a small fish look little bigger by sticking it way out in front! But in general, the fishing is nothing like last year for anybody, anywhere - last year it seemed like there were striper boils everywhere, and the fish were nearly jumping into boats.<span style=""> </span>There are lots of explanations apparently, but it is definitely an off year for fishing.<span style=""> </span>We will keep trying though!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsl4Dfg_Vg4SqNJhy8PHxZuTgvIpbL7zYfcU4ewmANLKd04TxpfemlVTb5EXV7j1AJmZy70ZA-25rfRcptHxATXeBE74EMqUxtjHJrVFrFPpoDV4H5nKHYaWT9Wyidbc8JL6bxyIFzeG0/s1600/Pat+Shows+Off+a+Small+Mouth+Bass+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsl4Dfg_Vg4SqNJhy8PHxZuTgvIpbL7zYfcU4ewmANLKd04TxpfemlVTb5EXV7j1AJmZy70ZA-25rfRcptHxATXeBE74EMqUxtjHJrVFrFPpoDV4H5nKHYaWT9Wyidbc8JL6bxyIFzeG0/s400/Pat+Shows+Off+a+Small+Mouth+Bass+at+Oak+Canyon+9-27-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523860002160456930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Shaving, as you can see, was not high on my priority list!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We finished off the evening with drinks, a dinner of spaghetti and meat balls followed by a movie on <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>. I could get used to a Ranger 27 with a flat screen TV! The Ranger Tug has clearly been the "buzz boat" on Lake Powell this year, drawing crowds everywhere. The movie was <span style="font-style: italic;">The Bucket List</span></span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"> with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, with ice cream with Ryan's Irish Cream over it for dessert during the movie.<span style=""> </span>Not bad!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:arial;">OUT</span><br /><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-7004229563418292972010-10-03T08:38:00.000-07:002010-10-04T20:13:16.954-07:00Lake Powell, Day 10. Oak Canyon<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">September 25, 2010</span><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><br /><br />Up at 5:30 a.m. to catch up on picture editing and journal writing!<span style=""> </span>No internet service for a long time, so will have to batch these posts later.</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We had the small mouth bass I caught for breakfast with scrambled eggs and toast, the fish was indeed a tasty morsel!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">After breakfast, we paddled out to the Ranger. Russ and Toni joined us and we decided to paddle to the end of the creek in Oak Canyon and hike to the end of the canyon.<span style=""> </span>I paddled out to the middle of Oak Canyon to see if I could get a connection on the BlackBerry, and although I could clearly see Navajo Mountain looming right over us, there was no service.<span style=""> </span>Patty's BlackBerry died yesterday, and I am pretty fed up, I think there are either Droids or iPhones in our fairly immediate future.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaIZkhtG0VW749gsIg12LjsrpDLmOFChzYKyHKPI4pxKYzmHi7KCuihFedEFNomsainpJYIGWhnMKjtUHDfjmyXCMksnVT8QzVZ6FvvpAt3nGTyJ3-oBehx8pVN05uG0ouA3JGendXjI/s1600/Baxter+and+Patty+Pose+in+the+Kayak+at+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaIZkhtG0VW749gsIg12LjsrpDLmOFChzYKyHKPI4pxKYzmHi7KCuihFedEFNomsainpJYIGWhnMKjtUHDfjmyXCMksnVT8QzVZ6FvvpAt3nGTyJ3-oBehx8pVN05uG0ouA3JGendXjI/s400/Baxter+and+Patty+Pose+in+the+Kayak+at+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523845925121461250" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">After paddling about a mile, we then hiked to the end of Oak Canyon, which is perhaps another mile.<span style=""> </span>Oak Canyon has a lot of good sized trees, a little forest really, which is quite unusual in the canyons of Lake Powell.<span style=""> </span>We saw not only the scrub oak for which it is named, but juniper trees laden with berries and even one cedar tree.<span style=""> </span>We had done this hike last year but were not really prepared for it then.<span style=""> </span>Patty was wearing rubber sandals and I was wearing Crocs<span style=""> </span>This year we were ready with decent footwear, and a backpack with plenty of water and some snacks for energy!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Teg0HTP33zW8snm4RK4650VIuhJg4qypl90I5GEJ8dZLe_W_iL0k7TVd02Ezk-VXJ5Tn5ZxbsMbtbsiAs-9byNBGWUnjR9EQAxn3DUFSi7P5kCfGouwOTKMe_QS_f8JADD-oRlQeY9w/s1600/Patty+Climbing+Trail+to+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Teg0HTP33zW8snm4RK4650VIuhJg4qypl90I5GEJ8dZLe_W_iL0k7TVd02Ezk-VXJ5Tn5ZxbsMbtbsiAs-9byNBGWUnjR9EQAxn3DUFSi7P5kCfGouwOTKMe_QS_f8JADD-oRlQeY9w/s400/Patty+Climbing+Trail+to+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523846964810181666" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">There is an easy path on one side but we took off on the other side and kind of blazed our own trail back to the end.<span style=""> </span>It was deja vu all over again seeing the deep pool in the rock creek bed and the steep rock face we scrambled up last year.<span style=""> </span>We finally got to the large bowl at the end and climbed to a large ledge about half way up, which must have been an Anasazi<span style=""> </span>abode 700 years ago. Although it is not restored, it is just too perfect not to have been.<span style=""> </span>Baxter is a natural mountain goat dog, running back and forth along the edge of the ledge, giving me fits.<span style=""> </span>He is really in his element on the trails here!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcr3ng_6dK0Vc26D8fpWlWHyXKpPzgWvgNu3NmuqOgxlC6cWmnVxvwbnB8GaQqlT7b9I9HC02z8j9UbV7aS6KhLLDWdLaZn3NGBp0TGsoitzcXGx9MTN0PE9LI2DUat9dGnWIhdD3Cml8/s1600/Patty,+Pat+and+Baxter+on+Ledge+in+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcr3ng_6dK0Vc26D8fpWlWHyXKpPzgWvgNu3NmuqOgxlC6cWmnVxvwbnB8GaQqlT7b9I9HC02z8j9UbV7aS6KhLLDWdLaZn3NGBp0TGsoitzcXGx9MTN0PE9LI2DUat9dGnWIhdD3Cml8/s400/Patty,+Pat+and+Baxter+on+Ledge+in+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523847884700130098" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSHS1ju4I5wV1yprOZDdVwz2flFVOP02-OQQixU1v3TnZUKocCRXxjZHmDvvl6zp3arYA17oSZxEyp1TJ5a0HZZOFGvs_dSCzXM483bq95YObNsUVV3WcdwxtQEeHkUo-XwGq1m3nf5Y/s1600/Pat+and+Patty+on+Ledge+in+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSHS1ju4I5wV1yprOZDdVwz2flFVOP02-OQQixU1v3TnZUKocCRXxjZHmDvvl6zp3arYA17oSZxEyp1TJ5a0HZZOFGvs_dSCzXM483bq95YObNsUVV3WcdwxtQEeHkUo-XwGq1m3nf5Y/s400/Pat+and+Patty+on+Ledge+in+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523847496993450258" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEpEI-pd8MfpLUJB8t_xpZoL8gtLNM_Y1sWf08KXRDd6aa8DVjkO4Dm2IRU9vYqJILlYZdVRY-ssyfRjyDXryXhVSbRoB-ksSlyU1L4cGg875p7IF2KgGSxP8MoLVG4rf1goKN8apK0w/s1600/Pat+on+Sandstone+Ledge+Above+Creek+Near+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEpEI-pd8MfpLUJB8t_xpZoL8gtLNM_Y1sWf08KXRDd6aa8DVjkO4Dm2IRU9vYqJILlYZdVRY-ssyfRjyDXryXhVSbRoB-ksSlyU1L4cGg875p7IF2KgGSxP8MoLVG4rf1goKN8apK0w/s400/Pat+on+Sandstone+Ledge+Above+Creek+Near+Bowl+at+End+of+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523848504923151330" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjes1oDxFxRrKQVwIPAnblT1Xnq4aWFsBOwBmP-6O1G0xt3RefeAsSCxmASPxgZ5I_n4ngQnJGIwtwA2eYOqYgHU4skvV0s8k1VT95k5InGdnSmlFTcojjU5WiJ_x3qk3uCgZXauO_nVb8/s1600/Pat+Slides+Down+Rock+Wall+in+Creek+Bed+in+Oak+Canyon+on+Way+Back+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjes1oDxFxRrKQVwIPAnblT1Xnq4aWFsBOwBmP-6O1G0xt3RefeAsSCxmASPxgZ5I_n4ngQnJGIwtwA2eYOqYgHU4skvV0s8k1VT95k5InGdnSmlFTcojjU5WiJ_x3qk3uCgZXauO_nVb8/s400/Pat+Slides+Down+Rock+Wall+in+Creek+Bed+in+Oak+Canyon+on+Way+Back+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523848864197068834" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSJkl0JCMxQzEYm9OubmVGinYySW5FadUOgA92Ik2JvgoktitWFxyRK2wTB9PvfAX-ZOmMpxexC9sr3oZW_BS_ygKP84ozTgxxWM4cNBJMFtgVhz-MMEVDEXQSAlhB9J-aLj18_AXvgg/s1600/Pat,+Baxter+and+Russ+Paddling+Back+to+Boats+in+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSJkl0JCMxQzEYm9OubmVGinYySW5FadUOgA92Ik2JvgoktitWFxyRK2wTB9PvfAX-ZOmMpxexC9sr3oZW_BS_ygKP84ozTgxxWM4cNBJMFtgVhz-MMEVDEXQSAlhB9J-aLj18_AXvgg/s400/Pat,+Baxter+and+Russ+Paddling+Back+to+Boats+in+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523851780299642866" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Shortly after we got back in the afternoon, everyone else had arrived. There are 25 boats here - 24 C-Dorys and one Ranger Tug.<span style=""> </span>In the evening, we had the fabulous potluck we have come to expect at C-Dory Get-Togethers.<span style=""> </span>No doubt about it, Tex Allen's fresh bass ceviche was the highlight, but there was lots and lots of good stuff.<span style=""> </span>Tex also had a hand-crank ice cream maker, so all had a cup of ice cream, which we improved with a bit of Ryan's Irish Cream that Bill and El of <span style="font-style: italic;">Halcyon</span> had given us.<span style=""> </span>We moved all the folding chairs up around the fire pit and finished the evening off with a dandy campfire.<span style=""> </span>All in all, a nearly perfect day!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKO7MXofFpxUxMvewFlmNzFapLCjOREBCOPeMRaoSEcvo63rGLfAFwwhcHB6dgjsoDUWn-RUg9zo28h7TQWBi6bmYItXI99p643G1nM1b43RDWHFqHvP7k_DWiCif1aKHlWnZZ1a_XPq0/s1600/Daydream+at+Oak+Canyon+9-5-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKO7MXofFpxUxMvewFlmNzFapLCjOREBCOPeMRaoSEcvo63rGLfAFwwhcHB6dgjsoDUWn-RUg9zo28h7TQWBi6bmYItXI99p643G1nM1b43RDWHFqHvP7k_DWiCif1aKHlWnZZ1a_XPq0/s400/Daydream+at+Oak+Canyon+9-5-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523850550552845954" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX_QzayuAtxpNBmCqvlwG0G8mv4lHbQuBioM6ZDeP-E3mmZH-ZdkCdmrKv6xIrac0sw_RKhMoRkY-jkULXjF9jLvNnZeRIVYZvR3k3M8udAGdAp9pEThXoDZ72sTEBFg4zNf2hUiSNFM/s1600/C-Dorys+on+Beach+at+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQX_QzayuAtxpNBmCqvlwG0G8mv4lHbQuBioM6ZDeP-E3mmZH-ZdkCdmrKv6xIrac0sw_RKhMoRkY-jkULXjF9jLvNnZeRIVYZvR3k3M8udAGdAp9pEThXoDZ72sTEBFg4zNf2hUiSNFM/s400/C-Dorys+on+Beach+at+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523850072541409938" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-DieEvbd4Yo14BSprqSiAKLEwjBnvZ6yy0ot_Bzhw906Qs0jCzalAd5K5bl2Xz015qwuXVDUc3KkFpYBR1scr189Zijwq2Gr7SL1YzSIObDnf4kU1MlGeo4tTCjf7QaQoaTNEAdVLA4/s1600/C-Dorys+on+Beach+on+Other+Side+at+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-DieEvbd4Yo14BSprqSiAKLEwjBnvZ6yy0ot_Bzhw906Qs0jCzalAd5K5bl2Xz015qwuXVDUc3KkFpYBR1scr189Zijwq2Gr7SL1YzSIObDnf4kU1MlGeo4tTCjf7QaQoaTNEAdVLA4/s400/C-Dorys+on+Beach+on+Other+Side+at+Oak+Canyon+9-25-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523850309660056354" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">OUT<br /><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-74538251803873528702010-10-03T07:41:00.000-07:002010-10-04T20:19:53.589-07:00Lake Powell, Day 9. The Rincon to Oak Canyon<span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Friday, September 24, 2010</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We had a nice communal breakfast at The Rincon, brats, hashbrowns and fried eggs.<span style=""> </span>Fished a bit after breakfast.<span style=""> </span>After 1,000 futile casts, I finally caught a fish!<span style=""> </span>Not on a cast, though.<span style=""> </span>Patty was just playing around with her hook in the water a few feet deep behind the motorwell, and saw a fish following it.<span style=""> </span>So I put my line in the water and dinked round dragging it back and forth, and wham, a small mouth bass hit it!<span style=""> </span>So, no longer skunked!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">"Rincon" means an abandoned meander in a river that forms a wide valley. This is really only evident here looking at aerial photos. Unfortunately, we did not have a plane!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">Russ and Toni, Jody and his dog Ellie, and Patty, Baxter and I went on our daily hike about 9:40 a.m., which was supposed to be two kilometers to see some remnants of a uranium mining operation. The trail at The Rincon is really a jeep road, and the view is not really terribly interesting.<span style=""> </span>We walked more than two kilometers without seeing much of anything except a dusty jeep road.<span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTg169yGWh9C_VYzPUipV5EP-tPOu4_Q9ty4Drpkr9kJs7sP7j4srQSrJYW4baSGLMx_wfzT_By7Lm-RDrTqG5pBuTbipw4XFHwnYKtGiqDTQTx5cQ32Xre0svcy70IlIyn6ccqRskk4/s1600/Ellie,+Jody,+Patty+and+Toni+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTg169yGWh9C_VYzPUipV5EP-tPOu4_Q9ty4Drpkr9kJs7sP7j4srQSrJYW4baSGLMx_wfzT_By7Lm-RDrTqG5pBuTbipw4XFHwnYKtGiqDTQTx5cQ32Xre0svcy70IlIyn6ccqRskk4/s400/Ellie,+Jody,+Patty+and+Toni+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523831141687387122" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style=""><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0XpCTWPqF8rcX2leTUw7GFX47__F4yXx-cRzHD65BrXeiLcW3XvTa-9kFlk6LgEwpVypHtcUvEJym3Vjsm6rjURkRCG63Ff9F7zN3Sy0SYebQr-vskXUUWpxo0AeUeglF19Hlhb73x8/s1600/Patty+and+Baxter+Take+a+Break+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0XpCTWPqF8rcX2leTUw7GFX47__F4yXx-cRzHD65BrXeiLcW3XvTa-9kFlk6LgEwpVypHtcUvEJym3Vjsm6rjURkRCG63Ff9F7zN3Sy0SYebQr-vskXUUWpxo0AeUeglF19Hlhb73x8/s400/Patty+and+Baxter+Take+a+Break+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523831550823062578" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We decided to walk back via the creek bed, which was much more interesting.<span style=""> </span>If Slick Rock is about the verdure, then The Rincon is about rocks - the creek bed walls were mud with embedded rocks and quite a few of those looked none too stable. There was also an interesting "mushroom rock" and some rocks that looked like they had been sliced with an electric knife.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtxWXXDPiOs_P8IS0YXbNXpmPfxcIgXOBaS5oermWf0ELwW3SFbk9oZvq3ORrpKo5KNr5LxpivpjXER2i725TxCRZEBlUnoWEctOdczbsZ0WAnj3tCIDKEpEG1rZJRfbUKDB6Q5D2vD0/s1600/Rocks+Embedded+in+Mud+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYtxWXXDPiOs_P8IS0YXbNXpmPfxcIgXOBaS5oermWf0ELwW3SFbk9oZvq3ORrpKo5KNr5LxpivpjXER2i725TxCRZEBlUnoWEctOdczbsZ0WAnj3tCIDKEpEG1rZJRfbUKDB6Q5D2vD0/s400/Rocks+Embedded+in+Mud+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523833150388330050" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_CPdmTs77hseRu0TC4sBwmRghdV0zV2vVurIMuMDJAKzCc3OQQJpeCi-5d39zOQ9bO8DhZNUXNmH-aueSYURObgQXOSqmXrE4aqoneZWaZdCFtVaWgW5A4Wty92SWGSyp55Soskkz3Y/s1600/Mushroom+Rock+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_CPdmTs77hseRu0TC4sBwmRghdV0zV2vVurIMuMDJAKzCc3OQQJpeCi-5d39zOQ9bO8DhZNUXNmH-aueSYURObgQXOSqmXrE4aqoneZWaZdCFtVaWgW5A4Wty92SWGSyp55Soskkz3Y/s400/Mushroom+Rock+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523832699449431474" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyAiveRc90oTI88zXRH9MQK32gE0m4Zx9SvG0ch_Fm4rzwq2vopIaNtScBjyjcDM4rPn06d_pEfo0nfGEOEaCKySkCQTEPUmimLEpxG8FtltUq1IYlveYd9dvaYyJwOoEfd6-uWnwfRs/s1600/Sliced+Rocks+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyAiveRc90oTI88zXRH9MQK32gE0m4Zx9SvG0ch_Fm4rzwq2vopIaNtScBjyjcDM4rPn06d_pEfo0nfGEOEaCKySkCQTEPUmimLEpxG8FtltUq1IYlveYd9dvaYyJwOoEfd6-uWnwfRs/s400/Sliced+Rocks+on+the+Trail+at+The+Rincon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523833489146386210" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><span style="">Baxter always seems to assume some regal pose each year for the annual Lake Powell portrait of "Baxter Barrett Anderson, Dog of the Desert"!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbu7VrahRYh6KkMKHip8CpU_FpR-L1YtcsDLDwep3aFA1sM0-2Ix3S8-RtesI6q-tsalm-gzQqWz0wBf23USnRMK-Rxh0nNlfeAIrUovnw8tmy9-VUdaWa202FrV6pQMLRr2xUzO24Pwg/s1600/Baxter+Barrett+Anderson+Dog+of+the+Desert+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbu7VrahRYh6KkMKHip8CpU_FpR-L1YtcsDLDwep3aFA1sM0-2Ix3S8-RtesI6q-tsalm-gzQqWz0wBf23USnRMK-Rxh0nNlfeAIrUovnw8tmy9-VUdaWa202FrV6pQMLRr2xUzO24Pwg/s400/Baxter+Barrett+Anderson+Dog+of+the+Desert+at+The+Rincon+9-24-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523830582986391826" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We were once again pretty worn out and hot after the hike, so went swimming before a late lunch.<span style=""> </span>We decided to head out about 2 p.m. for Oak Canyon for the big C-Brat gathering on Saturday.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We arrived at Oak Canyon about 5:30 p.m., and lots of C-Dorys were already here nosed up to the beach.<span style=""> </span>We beached and secured our lines, complete with frisbees to keep the mice off, while Russ and Toni anchored out due to their deeper draft in the Ranger Tug.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;">We had a very pleasant evening sitting in our folding chairs on the beach in a big circle catching up with a lot of C-Dory friends.<span style=""> </span>No internet here, since although we are very close to Navajo Mountain, we don't have the necessary line of sight.<span style=""> </span>Back to the boat for dinner, read a bit and turned in for the night.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">OUT<br /><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family:Helvetica;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Pat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-48681423854996430722010-09-30T05:40:00.000-07:002010-10-03T10:46:54.381-07:00Lake Powell, Day 8. Slick Rock Canyon to The RinconThursday, September 23, 2010<br /><br />We awakened to a beautiful day in Slick Rock Canyon, and decided we would kayak as far as we could in the canyon and hike for a bit after that, especially to see the Anasazi ruins farther up the canyon. There are in fact restored Anasazi ruins right above where most of the houseboats beach, just before the point where the water in the canyon starts to narrow and becomes obstructed by dead trees. Most people don't see anything farther up the canyon than that. Our kayaks and backpack with water and snacks and willingness to hike allowed us to see things that most people never see.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqNlhBfQGKeFj-uxODoa3s31skaTmYqP1O_QIzAwN733OeYbLtTXvR5IQpXqmabIZqD77s5RV2yNRFk-KQqmjA60SwxU79WzI6UsAUH6YgS1lLjsIq3adgoAvbMlhvFVUTncWI39gHgg/s1600/Patty+in+Kayak+by+Dead+Tree+in+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-22-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUqNlhBfQGKeFj-uxODoa3s31skaTmYqP1O_QIzAwN733OeYbLtTXvR5IQpXqmabIZqD77s5RV2yNRFk-KQqmjA60SwxU79WzI6UsAUH6YgS1lLjsIq3adgoAvbMlhvFVUTncWI39gHgg/s400/Patty+in+Kayak+by+Dead+Tree+in+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-22-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523824028750641778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVa8TUQ5_nsKiT-qfkBceBh2pRyM6dFGUqA0s-mlVi9rvloi0m3vuPlsTFeZ1SikdBreHsgfZmkN9AvQiWbfxdiH8WyEiEnogng2NSh-vnpoaZ6TqYyjYA8oGaeatm32qwwfmegyRoHM/s1600/Pat+and+Baxter+in+Kayak+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-22-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVa8TUQ5_nsKiT-qfkBceBh2pRyM6dFGUqA0s-mlVi9rvloi0m3vuPlsTFeZ1SikdBreHsgfZmkN9AvQiWbfxdiH8WyEiEnogng2NSh-vnpoaZ6TqYyjYA8oGaeatm32qwwfmegyRoHM/s400/Pat+and+Baxter+in+Kayak+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-22-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523825976675815122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8CHyu_T3CT9dRL7Gvnq0-DxJdpdAapGEMIMKcDUA8_sFxeqzBMqmvcU_9-odWxj4k3aAOCze8JkxaO3cByA3_wns8YXausksCxgvUkjuuZrLk-vDacTEbC3f3CcwEWV69XpgeKcbjpU/s1600/Toni+Paddling+Kayak+in+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8CHyu_T3CT9dRL7Gvnq0-DxJdpdAapGEMIMKcDUA8_sFxeqzBMqmvcU_9-odWxj4k3aAOCze8JkxaO3cByA3_wns8YXausksCxgvUkjuuZrLk-vDacTEbC3f3CcwEWV69XpgeKcbjpU/s400/Toni+Paddling+Kayak+in+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523825469633401618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_YCbUx4KJTjV6asayHBLOQ2eONbQcUmM8mdRgyYtb4lDLvS_9lqakwiv2HpbT2yLRKWoDmmyDv659gvUZGsEmev4EEaZFKiLf4S_GG6684Af5RmRRYrVJHwCa1yrxo1_BhFC0VtWFLA/s1600/Baxter+the+Kayak+Dog+in+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_YCbUx4KJTjV6asayHBLOQ2eONbQcUmM8mdRgyYtb4lDLvS_9lqakwiv2HpbT2yLRKWoDmmyDv659gvUZGsEmev4EEaZFKiLf4S_GG6684Af5RmRRYrVJHwCa1yrxo1_BhFC0VtWFLA/s400/Baxter+the+Kayak+Dog+in+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523815669315882130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our progress in the kayaks was stopped by a beaver dam, so we beached the kayaks and continued up the canyon on foot. After a while we came to the restored Anasazi ruins called "Mistake Alcove Ruins." The mistake was not the Anasazi's but the National Parks Service's. The ruins were restored in 1972 but as water levels rose, particularly in 1999, they were far too accessible, and too many visitors seriously degraded them. They are now fenced off with chain link and razor wire. We climbed up to read the plaque, no mean feat for me because I am terrified of heights. Baxter it turns out is part mountain goat, a great climber and evidently fearless.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMIZerAMHK03KWqFOUHWYa3ZuTMlgBZSieStWr_eUnpzzIQm4fpthkj18Z3EqljA1VnwGEr_NY02ASYrR_z1UIQ1CJGwOJQFGe-lBbb6e5u5cprhGpyYKPNX8dKAxTlgeC0g2F7tISrg/s1600/Anaszi+Ruins+at+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMIZerAMHK03KWqFOUHWYa3ZuTMlgBZSieStWr_eUnpzzIQm4fpthkj18Z3EqljA1VnwGEr_NY02ASYrR_z1UIQ1CJGwOJQFGe-lBbb6e5u5cprhGpyYKPNX8dKAxTlgeC0g2F7tISrg/s400/Anaszi+Ruins+at+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523816474737451842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BDzcHsjuDOGzWTtrX3rynFyVnBmmf9pwUHntrqtsHBYnOGunV0sDCMcFhoVCKxOfr7oK2MtBcKmLai17x1s9hEzNIoHSs4MUJAbuDHyE_TISo898vGugHcpaAh2FI39CnZSbDoJbTaY/s1600/Pat+Conquered+His+Fear+of+Heights+and+Climbed+Up+to+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BDzcHsjuDOGzWTtrX3rynFyVnBmmf9pwUHntrqtsHBYnOGunV0sDCMcFhoVCKxOfr7oK2MtBcKmLai17x1s9hEzNIoHSs4MUJAbuDHyE_TISo898vGugHcpaAh2FI39CnZSbDoJbTaY/s400/Pat+Conquered+His+Fear+of+Heights+and+Climbed+Up+to+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523816471335311778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4czoylJPlFxXzXlPKiIMwuz3gfgjCp67kd0HDTZ84XwjP-ebIxL269tAB6oCi8VJw6BBn0nWzhPIgEgU56ApD0RUGrJGXyWqJRs0bp7X6K6oKU4d4zuIn_FT_cKG6sS6GoLP7kITBTM/s1600/Patty,+Pat+and+Baxter+at+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4czoylJPlFxXzXlPKiIMwuz3gfgjCp67kd0HDTZ84XwjP-ebIxL269tAB6oCi8VJw6BBn0nWzhPIgEgU56ApD0RUGrJGXyWqJRs0bp7X6K6oKU4d4zuIn_FT_cKG6sS6GoLP7kITBTM/s400/Patty,+Pat+and+Baxter+at+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523816474511154338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3oV0IBfjigxFfluqlXg0QV3DBuKvO8Q49VNyTh4jBpw8P_dofZ-p3A1ppCig7sx_s_aqKq9q9LbPzx2qq4aHfWKf1HuNgRFiy872laMYGFzEc9ssBotU5ctErevdij8Vxr5blwngyT8/s1600/Russ+and+Toni+at+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3oV0IBfjigxFfluqlXg0QV3DBuKvO8Q49VNyTh4jBpw8P_dofZ-p3A1ppCig7sx_s_aqKq9q9LbPzx2qq4aHfWKf1HuNgRFiy872laMYGFzEc9ssBotU5ctErevdij8Vxr5blwngyT8/s400/Russ+and+Toni+at+Mistake+Alcove+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523816479988386706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We continued on a bit, and we saw that there was a side canyon that looked like it might be interesting, so Russ, Toni and I climbed up a steep incline to it while Patty rested. The view back down Slick Rock Canyon from that vantage point was pretty amazing. The side canyon itself turned out not to be all that interesting. Baxter had climbed up with us, but I think he was worried about Patty and took off all on his own to go back to where she was resting. He is having the time of his life being off leash on these hikes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfT_NULbgVT265i0OsYuXtBMLCKK0I9d7APFCJDoDKbbkNB2i26RYDsq-qAbaAyYkQPuThWpI_T2T52VRo_VOd_NFXl5Fz_RuUSYv0-l16eyWNvVtfSI_bHlh0ZfWgAgjoIeeWtw7TkI/s1600/View+Back+Down+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihfT_NULbgVT265i0OsYuXtBMLCKK0I9d7APFCJDoDKbbkNB2i26RYDsq-qAbaAyYkQPuThWpI_T2T52VRo_VOd_NFXl5Fz_RuUSYv0-l16eyWNvVtfSI_bHlh0ZfWgAgjoIeeWtw7TkI/s400/View+Back+Down+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523817878719349586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QUCyoZEUbmnwTdD8HQPH_-1IKSbz38iLmEDIHaGCWzQv4ZoBq2JMjVeTKnen7YCxQkfS6Tc5Vazz7Crq6J3wJ5Af4-FT5AMCK8k-df5x6gCbZ5bAnCR3LkUVZ0hyXhh2hxu9YuZs95Y/s1600/Patty+and+Baxter+Take+a+Break+in+the+Shade+on+Trail+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-QUCyoZEUbmnwTdD8HQPH_-1IKSbz38iLmEDIHaGCWzQv4ZoBq2JMjVeTKnen7YCxQkfS6Tc5Vazz7Crq6J3wJ5Af4-FT5AMCK8k-df5x6gCbZ5bAnCR3LkUVZ0hyXhh2hxu9YuZs95Y/s400/Patty+and+Baxter+Take+a+Break+in+the+Shade+on+Trail+at+Slick+Rock+Canyon+9-23-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523824690930289890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Slick Rock Canyon is unique among all the Lake Powell Canyons in that it shows no evidence of being washed out - the terrain and verdure is much like it would have been when the Anasazi Indians inhabited it. I made this composite photo of some of the incredible vegetation in this little part of the desert.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3rVbO09zlmR3DFPZHT-k8Ykix_Zxt8hjhG2NtUcjfY3Uf2Ya8a2uPWEB_2rdIku2steQdUwPMPKVAGka6YQ88buqENAcukBKbpoYrOOQmoHWiHA8pvMYGxAofodAPJvgpjNPk1GbC48/s1600/Slick+Rock+Verdure+9-23-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3rVbO09zlmR3DFPZHT-k8Ykix_Zxt8hjhG2NtUcjfY3Uf2Ya8a2uPWEB_2rdIku2steQdUwPMPKVAGka6YQ88buqENAcukBKbpoYrOOQmoHWiHA8pvMYGxAofodAPJvgpjNPk1GbC48/s400/Slick+Rock+Verdure+9-23-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523819997037339042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When we returned to the boats, we swam a bit, had lunch, and continued our futile efforts fishing (will we ever learn?). We decided about 4 p.m. to head out for our next destination, The Rincon. We arrived and anchored, and were soon joined by <span style="font-style: italic;">C-Swell</span>, Bill and Sue from Colorado. Just after dark, our friend Jody Kidd from Centerville, Utah, arrived on <span style="font-style: italic;">Voyager</span> and we had a pleasant evening sitting in our cockpits with three boats rafted.<br /><br />OUTPat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-30941764213911719302010-09-30T04:51:00.000-07:002010-10-03T10:55:18.108-07:00Lake Powell, Day 7. Bullfrog Bay to Slick Rock CanyonWednesday, September 22, 2010.<br /><br />Before breakfast Russ and I trolled in the dinghy up and down, back and forth, to and fro, round and round Bullfrog Bay, all to no avail - saw a few fish jump but no boils, but we persevere!<br /><br />Last year, striped bass, or stripers, were "boiling" every day in just about every bay or canyon we went to. A "boil" is when a bunch of stripers are chasing shad and the shad all seem to break the surface of the water close together at the same time. A cast into a boil last year was pretty much a sure thing to land a fish. Fishing is much different this year apparently.<br /><br />Back on the boat, we had a wonderful blueberry pancake, sausage and egg breakfast - we do eat well on the boat!<br /><br />After breakfast, we decided to change the Racor fuel filter / fuel water separator on <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span> because the engine had acted up a couple of times like it was not getting enough fuel. Naturally the filter wrench I had been carrying around for years for just this contingency didn't fit - it was way too small. Russ had another filter wrench, which was slightly too big, but we wrapped stuff around the filter cartridge so the wrench could get a grip.<br /><br />No she go, whoever last changed the filter had tightened it down beyond any reasonable bounds (the instructions say "hand tighten"). I wonder if these things have a mind of their own and just tighten themselves down over time out of sheer perversity. So with Russ now completely in charge of changing our fuel filter, we ended up removing the entire Racor housing, disconnecting all the fuel lines and unbolting it. We finally got the filter off the housing, but the bowl underneath was still attached to the filter, and the innards of the filter were just spinning, so we could not unscrew the bowl. We solved that by drilling a hole in the top of the part of the filter that was spinning and using a screw driver to keep it from spinning. It still took a mighty effort to unscrew the bowl, but in the end that sucker came off. We then carefully lubricated the new gaskets, hand tightened the bowl to the filter and the filter to the housing, and re-installed the housing. Thus once again, Russ proves he is smarter than a fuel filter!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DOnsYtf_OfjKBR_7XZHyi0DQoLFHe62DwtPOwmlZAgKt-QMTxmCULN0T6bd2Ti3HPN0oSJeGQLnQyJGomIPD1aDQlZ5d1iCYyoSet8eWolekU37nqpjRt7KscMgUskTXvfkZUcesQxg/s1600/Russ+and+Pat+Removing+Racor+Fuel+Filter+Housing+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DOnsYtf_OfjKBR_7XZHyi0DQoLFHe62DwtPOwmlZAgKt-QMTxmCULN0T6bd2Ti3HPN0oSJeGQLnQyJGomIPD1aDQlZ5d1iCYyoSet8eWolekU37nqpjRt7KscMgUskTXvfkZUcesQxg/s400/Russ+and+Pat+Removing+Racor+Fuel+Filter+Housing+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522674278873589826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX0_y8w_YOq552MlZ0I77A64eHO0ZMZd1EsWSfu59jdoR9bpRvEVrVv2cytJ2YxNh6UAES7p86WU54-tr8jqxbdWEgDPR0Yy_4HMU5K03v76yfOrGO8YP7m-zVLL9UZZDPPJjCPt2XdY/s1600/Pat+Puts+Gasket+in+Racor+Fuel+Filter+Bowl+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwX0_y8w_YOq552MlZ0I77A64eHO0ZMZd1EsWSfu59jdoR9bpRvEVrVv2cytJ2YxNh6UAES7p86WU54-tr8jqxbdWEgDPR0Yy_4HMU5K03v76yfOrGO8YP7m-zVLL9UZZDPPJjCPt2XdY/s400/Pat+Puts+Gasket+in+Racor+Fuel+Filter+Bowl+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522674287080733410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We decided to stop by the Bullfrog Marina store for gas for the generator and ice, and now the tenor of this day changed - not for the better. A little way out in Bullfrog Bay, it got really rough, Juan de Fuca - Admiralty Inlet rough, water washing over the cabin roof. We heard a noise we didn't like and I went out - one of the straps holding our kayaks on the roof was completely off, and with that kind of pitching we were within minutes of them coming crashing off the roof. So I got the straps put back and tightened down without falling overboard.<br /><br />Then came the thunder and lightning. Then the pounding rain. I will not say how big the waves were, they were probably smaller than we thought, but the boat was going up to the crest of the wave then crashing down on the other side, and it was a bit more than just unpleasant. This was definitely a side of Lake Powell we had never seen before!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpI5a_h3bUOhp1BqSP5wIc8WtC09NFN7whOkxn0N7LBi_oW8JGpHMXyStrngdKN5oUcuEyVVvZIOsh9Ph9X_mf7XqkSuCMRQiCDIJGJWBup3jR95-WjMojLfpkcH5C9Wod1TRh_Ze7mT4/s1600/Dayderam+in+a+Trough+in+Rough+Water+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpI5a_h3bUOhp1BqSP5wIc8WtC09NFN7whOkxn0N7LBi_oW8JGpHMXyStrngdKN5oUcuEyVVvZIOsh9Ph9X_mf7XqkSuCMRQiCDIJGJWBup3jR95-WjMojLfpkcH5C9Wod1TRh_Ze7mT4/s400/Dayderam+in+a+Trough+in+Rough+Water+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522675839436460626" border="0" /></a><br /><a><br /><br /><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjljZMusqoXWdDqssVSO2gKv3bF3O4F2HkKQler5BoslII30Pc0a7PsLmQnKrDSJZBWRuhqSUukSz1-IGJMY0fSc9MgZYhvgAieItN7gO1Kthqb4w4cUWP4Bg-2DCmCPN9QD5TXzZqjJe8/s400/Daydream+Climbs+a+Wave+in+Rough+Water+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522675837164139698" border="0" /><br /><br />We lost visual contact with <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>, and of course did not know where the store was and really were having a hard time seeing much of anything. We radioed <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> and Russ came back out to show us where the entrance to the marina was located, and we followed him in.<br /><br />Inside the marina, it was calmer but still pretty windy. Russ got up to the dock and we were going to follow him in to tie up. We watched - <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>'s side thrusters could not move the boat in against the wind, but he got a bow line to somebody on the dock, and finally got in and tied up. I could tell the wind was just going to push us off the dock any which way we tried it, because the C-Dory's flat bottom makes the cabin like a gigantic sail - with the wind blowing the wrong way, and in tight quarters, painful past experience led me to believe we would be better off standing off and just circling out in the open area of the marina.<br /><br />Russ radioed us that his stern line had gotten wrapped around the propeller, and he went diving to free it. Then on the next pass, we noticed that one of Russ and Toni's kayaks was missing, so we radioed <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler </span>we would go back the way we had come to look for it.<br /><br />Amazingly, Toni spotted it on the beach with her image-stabilized binoculars. She swam to shore, retrieved the kayak, and paddled back to their boat where Russ loaded it back on top, and off we went. It is hard to imagine what paddling that little kayak in those big waves must have been like.<br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfIIgz6tc1USzrkqQq-TBgftYsJ69VbyxMFxqpX4tAm7Gq-jssAqHX8MLJD-psJjbC5Nmp9mpsdqiIfv1Gof_AJto4Xy8-tKF12x2oLf3S8VK70T1G-S360vPZABNCWOIy0u4DiXaj-A/s1600/Toni+Returns+to+Traveler+After+Recovering+Kayak+from+Shore+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfIIgz6tc1USzrkqQq-TBgftYsJ69VbyxMFxqpX4tAm7Gq-jssAqHX8MLJD-psJjbC5Nmp9mpsdqiIfv1Gof_AJto4Xy8-tKF12x2oLf3S8VK70T1G-S360vPZABNCWOIy0u4DiXaj-A/s400/Toni+Returns+to+Traveler+After+Recovering+Kayak+from+Shore+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522676741576470210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The wind had subsided quite a bit and it was no longer raining. The water was sort of Bellingham Bay snotty but not like it had been. Through all the rough water, the Raymarine S-1000 autopilot was a real lifesaver, keeping us on a straight course without having to fight the helm. Out in the main channel, we got over in the lee of a high rock wall and Russ passed over our ice while it was still ice and we headed down river. It got quite a bit calmer as we proceeded, and we even saw a bit of sun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIZ4QqhelsfWNKQz9Aly7MQRprh29LGK2FaJklZe8TuB4xU6nNqQFOE88-_vka6y-knScf2GmkL9O3gvQ1uz1luD__ZTIX5rFpk1GA1LiV38E0NBXLIed-Qojrb7G0NSc5aJAHEqDs_0/s1600/Traveler+in+Rough+Water+9-22-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIZ4QqhelsfWNKQz9Aly7MQRprh29LGK2FaJklZe8TuB4xU6nNqQFOE88-_vka6y-knScf2GmkL9O3gvQ1uz1luD__ZTIX5rFpk1GA1LiV38E0NBXLIed-Qojrb7G0NSc5aJAHEqDs_0/s400/Traveler+in+Rough+Water+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522677493510266818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The National Park Service was warning on the radio about flash floods in Padre Bay, especially Last Chance Canyon - this area is quite a bit south of where we were, but it was still a sobering thought.<br /><br />We even managed to poke into Lost Eden Canyon for a look at a spectacular amphitheater a ways in.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHV7i0MzKLmN2ALGLoPlNndE2Jz5Yf4p1KxqevUHNvgh7OUKCnH-hsDAld_sWQ-07xS9CkBdRIrxCdgw1Qu24wuAkBt0O2-xTQXB5qt6Tt7e7eUh-L151xu5cQmFJ4GwAFJG_YNAu2UQ/s1600/Daydream+in+Lost+Eden+Canyon+9-22-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHV7i0MzKLmN2ALGLoPlNndE2Jz5Yf4p1KxqevUHNvgh7OUKCnH-hsDAld_sWQ-07xS9CkBdRIrxCdgw1Qu24wuAkBt0O2-xTQXB5qt6Tt7e7eUh-L151xu5cQmFJ4GwAFJG_YNAu2UQ/s400/Daydream+in+Lost+Eden+Canyon+9-22-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522677490170257970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z-l9GQPJ6ard1QFR8N7gDKP3wA2k4Eyi25Eec_RWMa9DQdBfcHfr8qzchG1v3Fes6MvAsxiVT2Y4GLeqXVz-EkDFQKP0DVYCXQThJ-K1fxkgN7KOCigYOl7aSBqfha3QECqGcowCn3s/s1600/Traveler+Tucked+into+Amphitheater+in+Lost+Eden+Canyon+9-22-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z-l9GQPJ6ard1QFR8N7gDKP3wA2k4Eyi25Eec_RWMa9DQdBfcHfr8qzchG1v3Fes6MvAsxiVT2Y4GLeqXVz-EkDFQKP0DVYCXQThJ-K1fxkgN7KOCigYOl7aSBqfha3QECqGcowCn3s/s400/Traveler+Tucked+into+Amphitheater+in+Lost+Eden+Canyon+9-22-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522679206653344242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Discretion being the better part of valor, with the weather forecast for more winds, we thought it would be best to get tucked in for the evening sooner rather than later, so we ate lunch on the way and headed for Slick Rock Canyon, where we anchored up. The weather was still a bit breezy but this is a very protected spot. Had drinks and a lovely tenderloin steak, squash and hash browns dinner. Still no sign of fish - I wonder if I just imagined them last year.<br /><br />OUTPat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-14097143925504673112010-09-30T04:31:00.000-07:002010-09-30T04:49:44.565-07:00Lake Powell, Day 6. Smith Fork Canyon to Bullfrog BayTuesday, September 21, 2010<br /><br />After breakfast we slow cruised from the far end of Smith Fork Canyon, where we had slept soundly after our hike, back down to Bullfrog Bay. We fished a bit on the way and saw the Moki Steps outside Forgotten Canyon. Since we have seen Defiance House twice before, we did not feel we needed to go back a third time - our goal this year is not to take in all the sights, but to anchor, raft, swim, paddle kayaks, hike up interesting canyons, fish, and generally just enjoy the good company of our friends Russ and Toni. In short, we are here for recreation this year, not sightseeing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L9sMS-ea1BAt9lb2ReXXGxkbbdajmJic4O8wZr-pIyz4QY8qFgz9EOcZDuSd332JK3kjJrTre0h5CT4WVBEXBNsclxgh_v_itE-cvVQjjXi5sTUlzij5WM4i0HPgjlj57uMcygDKD0U/s1600/Patty+and+Baxter+on+Daydream+9-21-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L9sMS-ea1BAt9lb2ReXXGxkbbdajmJic4O8wZr-pIyz4QY8qFgz9EOcZDuSd332JK3kjJrTre0h5CT4WVBEXBNsclxgh_v_itE-cvVQjjXi5sTUlzij5WM4i0HPgjlj57uMcygDKD0U/s400/Patty+and+Baxter+on+Daydream+9-21-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522670576403552530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back at Bullfrog Bay, we had lunch and then just kicked back and read until drinks and dinner. I am still working on <span style="font-style: italic;">Undaunted Courage</span> by Stephen Ambrose, the story of Lewis and Clark's amazing trip in 1804 - 1806. Toni took Baxter to shore in the dinghy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaFxYYr5kCQOzN4FitbPt-4zw8KOOzAapkHScOUj1FD0BNtk1ccAcWhPDRWzzAnQ5qrQc9q4iA1S6nGxR3RuKbOIK8u60ZNdUvgN2Vk3QqMsx5DyaFPR3NhA5zEffaLi5y8GianIT1EE/s1600/Toni+Rowing+Baxter+to+Shore+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-21-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaFxYYr5kCQOzN4FitbPt-4zw8KOOzAapkHScOUj1FD0BNtk1ccAcWhPDRWzzAnQ5qrQc9q4iA1S6nGxR3RuKbOIK8u60ZNdUvgN2Vk3QqMsx5DyaFPR3NhA5zEffaLi5y8GianIT1EE/s400/Toni+Rowing+Baxter+to+Shore+at+Bullfrog+Bay+9-21-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522671499942465746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After dinner we watched a movie on <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span> - the movie was <span style="font-style: italic;">Men Who Stare at Goats.</span> It had some funny moments I guess.<br /><br />What today's post is all about though is that it is amazing how little you can accomplish when you really set your mind to it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWK6HJQ0boshWLTDehgEwT10e99JQY3o1coH7rgf5MldfDRsuPIaw_QHaIWbCQgVDUDHg1SGLSjhyphenhyphenqKUoDZSVpur3_XciyzRwFBbKeot1Grhxq9xIq9vnb8_plDpOzDWo8k_WW39VQ9a4/s1600/Evening+Over+Bullfrog+Bay+9-21-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWK6HJQ0boshWLTDehgEwT10e99JQY3o1coH7rgf5MldfDRsuPIaw_QHaIWbCQgVDUDHg1SGLSjhyphenhyphenqKUoDZSVpur3_XciyzRwFBbKeot1Grhxq9xIq9vnb8_plDpOzDWo8k_WW39VQ9a4/s400/Evening+Over+Bullfrog+Bay+9-21-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522672106058394338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />OUTPat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-50065097253970384112010-09-22T06:08:00.000-07:002010-09-30T04:31:03.065-07:00Lake Powell, Day 5. Bullfrog Bay to Smith Fork CayonMonday, September 20, 2010<br /><br />Up bright and early at Bullfrog Bay. Toni cooked up some of the bass she and Russ had caught before we arrived and Patty cooked scrambled eggs with homegrown herbs. Fished a bit, didn't catch anything. Over to Halls Crossing for ice, water and ice cream. Roger and PJ from <span style="font-style: italic;">C-Hawk</span> and Joel and Sue from <span style="font-style: italic;">Sea</span><span style="font-style: italic;">3PO</span> pulled up and we said hello. Then off to Smith Fork Canyon!<br /><br />Toni and Russ had explored Smith Fork Canyon a bit after we left Lake Powell last year, and thought we would enjoy seeing it - they were right! We followed them through the twists and turns of the canyon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1JSNx2tmb4taKysjJy5fr_15-Nz247IUE6K3OWBCnHGSmxG3XtvsCN5F9vbaZSLz8FKVV2-Ld8ncA8IG-JBIOipOpDUDgVry0mciLpapfArn8xUi011V7d7V6dXxNDjrB6zVeN_Inhg/s1600/Following+Traveler+in+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1JSNx2tmb4taKysjJy5fr_15-Nz247IUE6K3OWBCnHGSmxG3XtvsCN5F9vbaZSLz8FKVV2-Ld8ncA8IG-JBIOipOpDUDgVry0mciLpapfArn8xUi011V7d7V6dXxNDjrB6zVeN_Inhg/s400/Following+Traveler+in+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519727285345538450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQyKju_z5s1ttJgxcH8fe33tEVszBQESsPkVdFB2DYEPU6H-wkeNjEfWovFk9aHhqVEAfoBRH8sEZkftQYtzVQjDgOMMU76TOAaiyjYnY_g3hAYs0hAPhobBmSDeMYlXJ6iO1TOOvQUs/s1600/Traveler+About+to+Round+a+Bend+in+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQyKju_z5s1ttJgxcH8fe33tEVszBQESsPkVdFB2DYEPU6H-wkeNjEfWovFk9aHhqVEAfoBRH8sEZkftQYtzVQjDgOMMU76TOAaiyjYnY_g3hAYs0hAPhobBmSDeMYlXJ6iO1TOOvQUs/s400/Traveler+About+to+Round+a+Bend+in+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519727596151552802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We got to a nice pool near the end of the navigable portion of the canyon. Russ dropped the hook and we rafted. After a quick dip to cool off, the kayaks came off the roofs and we paddled to the end of the water. There was quite a bit of stuff floating on the surface of the water, and it looked solid to Baxter, so he took a flying leap. One surprised puppy! He swam back toward the kayak and I was able to grab him - unfortunately we did not get any pix!<br /><br />The trail starts out open and wide, and narrows the farther back you get.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwZMBf0HYTppeyZgT8VWMtUlLBtSQZGwPhmRxdAIbTeKdBkwkpekv_YEipoyF3C_RDyNye2jXDRHw5eL-ni7sBO3-5MBZebDdebyG7cG9sK3P_lUjY-t4CcoUxQRemONYB3oEmKIJefc/s1600/Pat+on+Trail+at+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwZMBf0HYTppeyZgT8VWMtUlLBtSQZGwPhmRxdAIbTeKdBkwkpekv_YEipoyF3C_RDyNye2jXDRHw5eL-ni7sBO3-5MBZebDdebyG7cG9sK3P_lUjY-t4CcoUxQRemONYB3oEmKIJefc/s400/Pat+on+Trail+at+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519728914603110898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdTTdoQgrurV8oPX6Lycyl0BU7bpcLyMYaC_EmeWLf5Rqds31PSM6_8oq7hiq-JXYNpA5QdOZaE5lyOqP-QGHCkMgFbsc4rCm6Q4fqbyMfqS4nAYdrFqJPs8nlN7tXBat9DWZoB1hhMw/s1600/Patty+and+Baxter+on+Trail+in+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIdTTdoQgrurV8oPX6Lycyl0BU7bpcLyMYaC_EmeWLf5Rqds31PSM6_8oq7hiq-JXYNpA5QdOZaE5lyOqP-QGHCkMgFbsc4rCm6Q4fqbyMfqS4nAYdrFqJPs8nlN7tXBat9DWZoB1hhMw/s400/Patty+and+Baxter+on+Trail+in+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519729425309857250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The canyon becomes a "slot" with a sandy trail. The farther in you go, the more impressive the slot becomes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ_PTS61uwnk_9kdHn2UJlnBY2vc7ri78nNWHdYOzMk16b57sMSNXQxjWHffWQL0Jzd_Dif3KwtAz-qMwqcTG6GJbXkFO0zDnTRf5OuTaXiso5HEDJNcsYci3oHrXPbMFCDVPiz_nm3I/s1600/Sandy+Trail+Through+Slot+at+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJ_PTS61uwnk_9kdHn2UJlnBY2vc7ri78nNWHdYOzMk16b57sMSNXQxjWHffWQL0Jzd_Dif3KwtAz-qMwqcTG6GJbXkFO0zDnTRf5OuTaXiso5HEDJNcsYci3oHrXPbMFCDVPiz_nm3I/s400/Sandy+Trail+Through+Slot+at+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519730373881838738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewssdPGTeB-HQnAejyXWHF_IQl91yWaX6ZqXBxn_nMJr5EXX4Q0k_5bF06BgEShLlUAXxJybhCLK20O__XEbQjv7JwbLfO-hUUYQ5Puo6AtWdhjRLSxLTOvpbfdqSH3SwKjP0ulC6v1U/s1600/Slot+at+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewssdPGTeB-HQnAejyXWHF_IQl91yWaX6ZqXBxn_nMJr5EXX4Q0k_5bF06BgEShLlUAXxJybhCLK20O__XEbQjv7JwbLfO-hUUYQ5Puo6AtWdhjRLSxLTOvpbfdqSH3SwKjP0ulC6v1U/s400/Slot+at+Smith+Fork+Canyon+9-20-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519730787752161730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tex and Sharon on <span style="font-style: italic;">Bixby's Cub</span> were beached opposite us as we paddled back to the boats. When we got back to the boats, we were all pretty well spent. A quick dip, some more fishing with no catching, crackers and cheese and smoked sturgeon with our drinks, and early to bed! As Patty says, it is a lot of work to have fun!<br /><br />OUTPat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049036869634244348.post-36246343505582948502010-09-20T06:22:00.000-07:002010-10-05T05:44:36.418-07:00Lake Powell, Day 4. Richfield, UT to Bullfrog BaySunday, September 19, 2010<br /><br />On the lake at last!<br /><br />We left Richfield at about 8 a.m. and arrived at Bullfrog Marina about 11:30 a.m. There might be a faster route than going through Capitol Reef National Park on Utah SR 24, but no more scenic one!<br /><br />The marina was a zoo - all the "go fast" boats were pulling out, but we got the boat launched and the truck parked without incident.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mtFQaB2w39AuoOHMjuzYNU41c5x5tCI1RNPsXOCzIIeY2CanXxiT_VP_CpeR4y8s2Ep1HnVO7UFz2GqqoNjpCVA2aNqcguFxm9vPgnkCXqMIfdLlt7cXnyrYFfdxFmltVI0dgqECfMw/s1600/Daydream+on+Launch+Ramp+at+Bullfrog+Marina+9-19-10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mtFQaB2w39AuoOHMjuzYNU41c5x5tCI1RNPsXOCzIIeY2CanXxiT_VP_CpeR4y8s2Ep1HnVO7UFz2GqqoNjpCVA2aNqcguFxm9vPgnkCXqMIfdLlt7cXnyrYFfdxFmltVI0dgqECfMw/s400/Daydream+on+Launch+Ramp+at+Bullfrog+Marina+9-19-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524534689218949010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Got launched about 12:20 p.m., Russ and Toni were anchored just outside the launch area in <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>. We rafted up, had a drink and lunch, and then motored a few miles up Bullfrog Bay, which is one of the few areas with a good bottom for anchoring. Russ dropped the hook on <span style="font-style: italic;">Traveler</span>, and we rafted up in <span style="font-style: italic;">Daydream</span>.<br /><br />The weather is great, the main reason we love Lake Powell so much! First order of business was taking a swim to cool off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXwNdfP37EH6vEYbwg9MnICvrFEQ5ko9GdQrBQtPg20j-3s7KXVQSdWOKhaVO8lWpR6vSGFybCokkaNH0VvarHCFvwMx5GhbNoV9436cpDhPlqQhyphenhyphenLQ6PTrrEU5Pnvtqfzdo5Nxbd1co/s1600/Pat+Cools+Off+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-19-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNXwNdfP37EH6vEYbwg9MnICvrFEQ5ko9GdQrBQtPg20j-3s7KXVQSdWOKhaVO8lWpR6vSGFybCokkaNH0VvarHCFvwMx5GhbNoV9436cpDhPlqQhyphenhyphenLQ6PTrrEU5Pnvtqfzdo5Nxbd1co/s400/Pat+Cools+Off+in+Bullfrog+Bay+9-19-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519718818731170098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Toni rowed Baxter to shore just because. Baxter loves this place too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjv0bjovVpTGz2iFZLdBQwhfX8gDS8KPT7Zm078fPjwcELRORt0kRRA8AodhK99G4AWndhpONXiDQVDDFaMyW_QGBR5K7OdsFY43xv2B_0yrc7ZBW2sMlF2F3T-ReeGtVsszTvu_jiR8/s1600/Toni+Rows+Baxter+to+Shore+at+Bullfrog+Bay+While+Russ+Plays+with+His+Noodle+9-19-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjv0bjovVpTGz2iFZLdBQwhfX8gDS8KPT7Zm078fPjwcELRORt0kRRA8AodhK99G4AWndhpONXiDQVDDFaMyW_QGBR5K7OdsFY43xv2B_0yrc7ZBW2sMlF2F3T-ReeGtVsszTvu_jiR8/s400/Toni+Rows+Baxter+to+Shore+at+Bullfrog+Bay+While+Russ+Plays+with+His+Noodle+9-19-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519719684293451586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A little later Russ and I kayaked in and Patty, Toni and Baxter took the dinghy in for a stroll.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqCFJWCJ6N-M7kjKqKLnBWr4hOldeJ4CeKCtVPGJmZl0ib5sL30H7De0Bbd07JoaVTnQ9gBZSLjSth7SEbq7l9qWhw0L7Uq0pdef-m5cBFyOWbEW4huwTMqPt2vNkcOtVAxzlOr-h_wM/s1600/Toni,+Russ,+Patty+and+Baxter+Go+for+a+Walk+Above+Bullfrog+Bay+9-19-10.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqCFJWCJ6N-M7kjKqKLnBWr4hOldeJ4CeKCtVPGJmZl0ib5sL30H7De0Bbd07JoaVTnQ9gBZSLjSth7SEbq7l9qWhw0L7Uq0pdef-m5cBFyOWbEW4huwTMqPt2vNkcOtVAxzlOr-h_wM/s400/Toni,+Russ,+Patty+and+Baxter+Go+for+a+Walk+Above+Bullfrog+Bay+9-19-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519720296071213970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back on the boats, we had drinks and dinner and fished a bit. I caught a small catfish and released it. We need a boil of stripers to come by!<br /><br />This may be the last day I have an internet connection on the lake for some time, on the lake you only have cell or internet when you are in sight of Navajo Mountain where the cell tower is located, so I will keep writing and upload as possible!<br /><br />OUTPat Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06543432530750029795noreply@blogger.com0