Wednesday, 23 November 2016
Into the Bay

Very calm today, maybe 40 degrees and very gray with a thick overcast and light fog. Entering the main bay from the marsh, I spot twelve mature swans near the lunch counter (the NE corner). As I cross the bay, I spot one eagle (right) in one of their favorite perches, a stunted birch tree that grows out of a small island on the west side of the bay. The three immature swans swim across my bow from the NW corner of the bay. They take off when I'm about 60 yds away and fly low over a couple flocks of ducks that are in mid-bay. The ducks don't move an inch - ducks apparently can tell the difference between an eagle and a swan. Once on the N shore, I spot the other eagle in a common perch near the lunch counter. I run into C, an avid birdwatcher that I've talked with once before. She spotted over 170 bird species in the bay last year and has counted over 60 since the first of the year. Now I know how to differentiate between a redhead duck and a canvasback. I collect 1/3 canoe of foam and junk from the N shore, including 13 tennis balls. At least I have to get out of my canoe and walk drift logs to do it - I use to be able to collect that much right from the boat.. Once at my usual dump site, a coach-like guy invites me to dump the trash in his garbage cans. I just let it go that I've been doing it all along... but I appreciate the ok just the same. Neither eagle moved an inch during the two hours I was in the bay. Maybe they already ate.
Monday, 7 November 2016
The Black Crowned Night Heron
I head upriver from the feral cat park. There is a couple hours of ebb tide to go and I work against a stiff current, my eyes level with the high water mark on the reeds, which with the sun filtering through has a dizzying hypnotic effect.
I round the first bend in the bank and find a kingfisher to escort me upstream. When I get even with the first island, Fowler Island, I head across to it hoping for a little less current but instead finding out that I was just about to flush a small adult bald eagle, if I hadn't changed course. While I take a short break to eat an apple, the kingfisher hunts for fish.
Canada geese |
I hear distant honking of Canada geese. I find them some hundreds of feet overhead, a flock in v-formation, a flock of maybe 30. It has been a long time since I've seen the big vee's of geese in migration. My last home was more of a wintering/summering ground, but here I am in a flyway. Down here at the river level it is more a day for raptors. I catch distant sightings of hawks that I am not familiar with and shoot the best photos that I can so I can ID them later.
At the second island, whose name has been dropped from modern maps, but is labeled "Great Flat" on an old one, I paddle the east channel. But, soon I find that the east channel doesn't go through at this tide level, so I return. As I do, I spot a small mammal swimming toward me, and since mammals (and tracks and other signs) are one thing that I've noticed a shortage of, my curiosity is up. I have not seen this swimming beast before - it is not muskrat, beaver, otter or mink.
It swims straight for the canoe and turns out to be a squirrel. I get out of its way...it has no intention of turning, and it does not, and when it gets to shore, I watch it bound up into the brush. I once had a powerful dream about a squirrel in my canoe...it made the center of the boat glow.
As I paddle next to the shoreline I continue to catch a pleasant odor that I remember, but cannot place. It has a sweetness to it, but more. It takes a couple miles of paddling before I place it. It is fall leaves. For so long I have lived in a region that was dominated by evergreens. Here, by such an overwhelming number, the trees are deciduous and I had forgotten the smell of damp leaves as they turn red, yellow and orange - leaves that are still on the trees and not moldering.
The shore alters between silty sand, grasses and reeds, and grey bedrock with the layers tilted skyward.
Again, the distant honking of geese. By now it is a half dozen large vees that have passed over, all at high altitudes. I stop for lunch on the cobbled beach below a steep hillside and across the channel from Wooster's Island. I am at the base of Turkey Hill, the last place where the local Native Americans were granted a place to live - that was a long time ago.
I continue upriver another 45 minutes until I get to the point where I know that I will pay for the return trip with fatigue.
Nearly finished, I spot a shadow on a log overhanging the water. There is a second gray shadow as I near. Then, they come into focus.
Four juvenile black crowned night herons |
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Lizard Island to the top

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The massive boulders of Cape Melville |
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The mackerel keep coming. |

Thursday, 25 August 2016
The BVIs are just SWELL!
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St. John, USVI & part of the BVI's |
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NOAA Swell forecast |
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Van Sant, Passages South |
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NOAA Offshore Forecast |
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NOAA Coastal Waters Forecast |
Saturday, 20 February 2016
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Sunday, 29 November 2015
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Wednesday, 25 November 2015
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The huldre and heavy metal
I woke up in the middle of the night, deep in the darkness with thoughts of the huldre, one of the hidden people of Norwegian folklore. The huldre appears to young men as a beautiful maiden and lures them away never to be seen again. One can tell if a woman is a huldre by looking at her back where she will either have a tail or appear as a burned out log. Hidden people inhabit all the Earth and cultures that are still connected to nature know them by many names and forms and shapes that best fit their geography.

I start out from where I ended yesterday, my tracks in the mud still fresh. There are few ducks in the south lagoon these days, perhaps the feeding is better to the north. But, it is still a fine bird day with redwing blackbirds trilling more than I can recently remember. In the east channel of the burial island, I watch one feed on the moss of a leaning alder tree. An eagle sits on the northern ugly sculpture and an immature eagle is in the burial island tree that the resident eagles perch in, although it sits on a different branch and looks out of place.
As I move north up the east shore, another eagle crosses my bow to take a spot in an evergreen on shore. It's whistling chirp makes me look again and I find its mate nearby.
The NE lagoon is empty except for a Steller's jay and a northern flicker that is busy hammering away at the top of a street lamp. The dead goose that I found here is gone now and good raccoon tracks are all around.
At the north point I stop and point out the eagles and the two nests to some bird watchers. As I describe what to watch for when an eagle hunts they ignore me...because, as I turn and look over my shoulder, they are watching an eagle hunt.
The annual great blue heron congregation seems to be just starting. There are no herons down on #1 island, the usual spot, but there are at least ten standing on the top of a nearby building.

At the small island near the west lodge, I retrieve the old rusty barrel that I had set up to drain a few days back. I was going to tow it to the main shore, but I find that I can lift it into the canoe, although it is very top heavy. It weighs more than my canoe and sits quite high. I have looked at this thing for a couple years and it is most satisfying to remove it.
The wind comes up strong as I return to the canoe. The 3/8 of a mile to the east end of the ancient portage is an arm breaker.
Monday, 21 September 2015
The S M I T E Awards

Saturday, 28 March 2015
Goosetoph The surfing goose

To the right you can see the latest incarnation of the river kite theme, a surfing goose. Goosetoph, as he has become known, began life as a hunting decoy, destined to float in a pond luring his brethren to buckshot. Now he has a higher calling, surfing on standing waves in the Bow River in Calgary.
You can make your own version by following these steps.
1: Obtain a hunting decoy. My favorite are the large Canada Geese with what they call a water keel. What you are looking for is a large fin of plastic on its bottom end. Make sure the fin is sturdy, some are just too floppy to work. (See the pictures at the bottom of this post)
2: Drill two holes in the keel in the spots indicated. Basically just at the front and back of the fin.
3: Attach a long length of stout cord to the goose by knotting each end to the fin. The cord needs to be fairly thin and strong, parachute cord works, I use spectra kite boarding line, spectra fishing line should also work.
4: Surf your waterfowl. You need a section of the river with fairly high speed water. The toughest part is the launch as eddies form near the shore, a stout stick is usually sufficient to push the goose into the main current. Once there, experiment with pulling on the control lines to steer the goose back and forth, much like a stunt kite. The basic idea is to angle the fin relative to the current in the direction you want the goose to go. See the video in my previous post for what it should look like in action.
Be extremely careful as the current can be quite strong, make sure you are on stable footing and wont be dragged into the river. If you feel like you might fall in, just let go of the rope. I would advise against letting children operate the goose on fast water.
5: Take pictures and send them to me - I would love to see what you come up with and post it on my blog.


Tuesday, 3 March 2015
The Mtepes of Kenya
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A dau al mtepe (source unclear). Click any image to enlarge. |
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Both mtepes and dau al mtepes (shown) carried very large spreads of sail and were reportedly fast sailors and surprisingly weatherly. |
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Model dau al mtepe (recognizable by the bowsprit) at National Marine Museum, Greenwich. The tassels are called the "camel's beard." |
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Mtepe model at Science Museum, Kensington. Note large rudder, the bird-like figure on the tall prow, flags, tassels and painted decoration, as well as the thatched house aft of the mast. |
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A weatherly hull, but not made for beaching without supports. Image from Hornell. |
Construction
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Sketch of a model of a mtepe at Ft. Jesus, Mombasa. |
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Alternate view of plank pegs. Above: oblique (through outer face of lower plank of each pair). Below: edge-set (drilled into the adjoining edges of plank pairs). The direction in which the pegs used to plug the stitch holes were installed also differs in these two views. (Source: Adams) |
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Cross section of a mtepe, showing futtock frames, stringers, thwart pairs with gammon lashings, mast step, planks and keel. (Source: Adams) |
Rig
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Mast step (bow to right). Note forward rake of mast, which rests against a pair of thwarts and is lashed forward to a stanchion forward of the thwarts. A stanchion beneath another pair of thwarts hold down the aft end of the step. The step typically spanned many frames, nearly the entire interior length of the ship, but it was not a keelson. (Source: Adams) |
Differences Between Mtepes and Dau al Mtepes
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Stepped, stacked breasthook stem in the dau al mtepe. The outer false stem (a) was not always present. (From Hornell) |
A Mtepe Replica
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The replica mtepe Shungwaya in the House of Wonders Museum, Zanzibar (Source: Wikipedia) |
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The mtepe Shungwaya |
Maiden Test of the Playmate Sassafras paddle
Got a few hours to dip the 14foot Chestnut Playmate / Peterborough Mermaid into some water after finishing the basic refurbish (read part 1 post here and part 2 here). We're lucky enough to live a quick 10 minute drive to Cherry Beach in Toronto, where one can access some protected waters and paddle around. The real point of the trip was to see if the re-sealing job on the canvas held up and if the boat had any leaking issues.

This was also the first water test for the latest Sassafras paddle I've been working on since last year. Also brought along the Birch Cree paddle as a backup.

First impressions of the canoe were great. She is certainly deeper and narrower than the 14' built with Pam Wedd back in '08. The playmate / mermaid feels like it rides lower in the water and the shoe keel makes the canoe feel stiffer. Thought it handled very well heeled over too. The sassafras paddle worked really well. Feels lightweight but has a nice bit of flex, like ash. I've got 2 more paddles in the works from Sassafras that should be fun to paddle with too.
After confirming that no water was gushing into the boat, I proceeded to do a little tour of the bay. Instead of going over to the channels in the Toronto Islands, this time I just paddled the shoreline of Tommy Thompson Park. It's actually an urban dump for concrete construction waste and dredged sediment that has become a naturalized bird sanctuary. There is a healthy popluation of urban coyotes taking up residence here too.

Loads of ducks and waterfowl abound, but I was drawn to follow a pair of mute swans in the distance...

Around one bend, I started to smell a strong fishy odour only to see this beast dead on shore. For size reference, there is a washed up can at the upper left. Some type of carp I suppose?

Right after I took the shot, I noticed two large bluish fish quickly shoot under the canoe. They looked to be the size of the paddle blade (27") and could be some of the Salmon being stocked into the lake for the sport fishery.
Anyway, more paddling and one quickly realizes that Tommy Thompson Park has become a huge nesting ground for Cormorants. Their guttural croaks silhouetted outlines make the whole area look pretty eerie.

Always reminding you that you are in an urban centre, started to hear an aggressive motor roaring. It was a Police Boat zooming off to an emergency call...

Eventually turned around and took a last look at the city skyline before heading back in...

Turns out there is a little bit of water seepage from the stern stem which can be easily dealt with some more sealant. Might have to remove the stem band to seal properly afterall, but I've confident I can get at least 2-3 seasons more usage out of her before the need to recanvas..