Not paddling related, but the nature of the game warrants this transgression.
Got to see Favre return to Lambeau. Got to see that, and watch the Vikes establish the distance between themselves and their archrival.
It was awesome. Here's some pix.
Video coming, including my first-person take on the "First Snap of Favre" which is cool.
Praise Cheesus!
J
More pix at Iron Bieso on Flickr.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Lake Benton - Found the island
I took off about 4 p.m. Sunday, July 19, and drove to Lake Benton, determined to find the island all the maps show on the far northern/eastern end of the lake.
But I had no idea where to put in to best reach the island. I drove through town, then past it a little ways and took a left to head towards the lake.
I hit water and a nice little beach perfect for kayak launching. The area was dotted with benches but there was really no one around, so I got unloaded and on the water.
Conditions were ideal - little if any winds, mild temperatures and plenty of sun. I was not alone on this long lake in Minnesota, there were plenty of folks out and about on boats either fishing or skiing. I guess the green hue of the water did not dissuade anyone from getting out on a summery afternoon.
I made good time up the southern/eastern shore of the lake, passing mostly cabins and boat docks. I kept reaching points and thinking "The island will certainly be around this one" but after about four of those, I was ready for a leg-stretching break, so I took one.
I finally rounded a bend and noticed what appeared to be an island off to the left. I headed out to it to make sure, then stopped on a strip of sand.
Sure enough, it was the island, and it has its own pond/swamp. There was also a cabin out on the island. I circumnavigated the whole thing - be careful, motor boats, there's a ton of shallow water around this isle - and shot this cool "from the deck" video of the back side.
I saw a few herons, a few sea gulls, and then it was time to gun it back to the car some three miles down the shore.
Lake Benton is cloudy with algae now, but it's still a good place to paddle for me.
But I had no idea where to put in to best reach the island. I drove through town, then past it a little ways and took a left to head towards the lake.
I hit water and a nice little beach perfect for kayak launching. The area was dotted with benches but there was really no one around, so I got unloaded and on the water.
Conditions were ideal - little if any winds, mild temperatures and plenty of sun. I was not alone on this long lake in Minnesota, there were plenty of folks out and about on boats either fishing or skiing. I guess the green hue of the water did not dissuade anyone from getting out on a summery afternoon.
I made good time up the southern/eastern shore of the lake, passing mostly cabins and boat docks. I kept reaching points and thinking "The island will certainly be around this one" but after about four of those, I was ready for a leg-stretching break, so I took one.
I finally rounded a bend and noticed what appeared to be an island off to the left. I headed out to it to make sure, then stopped on a strip of sand.
Sure enough, it was the island, and it has its own pond/swamp. There was also a cabin out on the island. I circumnavigated the whole thing - be careful, motor boats, there's a ton of shallow water around this isle - and shot this cool "from the deck" video of the back side.
I saw a few herons, a few sea gulls, and then it was time to gun it back to the car some three miles down the shore.
Lake Benton is cloudy with algae now, but it's still a good place to paddle for me.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Been a while - catching up
P1000700
Originally uploaded by Iron Bieso
Hope everyone's been on the water a TON.
We have. Here's some bringing you up to speed stuff. The viddy above is from the Missouri River and our trip with Jimmy Z.
I just realized I have not posted since the May trip. That's sucky. Sorry.
We went to Verm to see Jim and the rain let up later on Saturday and we did High Lines to Clay County. It was great. Look how close we were to this eagle.
There were two that day, and we saw a deer swim across in front us, all the way across a good 50-yard stretch. It was pretty amazing. Herons galore, too.
We had good weather, pry cause we dressed for rain. It was a fun run, and that route takes about 90 minutes to 2 hours. It's an easy put-in and take out.
The following weekend we were out in the Hills, had a great time on Pactola. We considered Deerfield Lake, but the reservoir was a half-hour closer, and it was just gorgeous.
We met some Black Hills paddlers on the lake, and that was nice. The water seemed colder than East River lakes, but it might have been my imagination. It temped out on my thermometer at about 60.
We had hoped to hit mucho water, but did not make it to other lakes, we were too busy enjoying time with the family.
The following weekend found us in Chamberlain for a wedding, and look at my friend, Chris, seconds after getting in the kayak for his first ever paddle.
He was a natural. He was fishing and drinking a beer and rolling a cigarette all while we bounced in the Missouri River. It was impressive.
We did not have success with the fish, but it was a fun op and I am sure Chris will want to go out again. Hopefully we'll do it soon. Keep fishing, DPZ.
I gave an intro session at Garretson the following weekend, and then over the Fourth we went to Vermillion and ran High Lines to Clay County Park again.
Laura and I, along with Dawn and Craig Myron and Bret Menard, we had a hootenanny out there on the water, and there were tons of boats and floaters and campers and such. Good action, though, that route is easy Japanesey and we enjoyed our day.
Mad world-saving props out to Rick Johns - he let us borrow a paddle because yours truly forgot to pack five - and to Jay Heath for the kayak loan so all five of us could go.
Rick's paddle is really cool, Craig and I both used it. I liked trying something new, but Craig, who was on his second-ever paddle, said he preferred the traditional wide-bladed paddle.
Thank you, Rick. Saved our bacon.
Laura is now 1 and 1 with the red boat we call Wendy, or Tippy Wendy, or Red Wendy. May 2008 she dumped in Lake Benton but rocked it and set pace all the way down the Mo on July 5.
Where will we end up next? Mille Lacs? Superior?
Not sure. Big Sioux for sure on Saturday - and there's an SDCA event at 9 a.m. Sunday, July 12, at the Klondike dam, South Dakota side, below the dam, paddle to Canton, about 3 hours.
Larry Braaten is running that show. Go join him. Why not?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
We conclude our story ...
Can't say enough how much we owe our skins to Caleb and Chris, who dialed us in before we left and literally pulled us out when we were done.
We had a nice night of camping the second night - this time along the Cheyenne River.
Caleb was right: We never suffered for a need of fuel for our fire. We could find all sorts of logs, some jammed into other trees from the recent flooding.
We awoke on Sunday - Jim led the way on getting up and at them - to another glorious morning in West River, no wind, mild temps, and another boat-load and go ... we were going to make our noon hook-up time at the SD Highway 34 Bridge.
We were making good time, but it wasn't long before we realized we would be late. Had we put in an extra hour before camping each night, perhaps we'd have been closer. Could have been the wine at night ... or the need to sleep in a bit, after all, we were on vacation.
We called a halt even though we were running behind and luckily we got a signal on a phone, texted Caleb, and had him meet us at the Four Corners Bridge instead of the one at 34. We were all pretty clueless as to how easy/hard it'd be to take out there.
It was not the former.
We originally went to the left side (west) of the bridge, but Caleb hollered down to come to the other side at the last minute. Brian and Jim made it but I was caught up in some shallows and had to hand-fight my way back into the channel. From start to finish - challenges.
Since it was almost a quarter mile from the water to the ends of the bridge (showing just how high the Cheyenne can get) we opted for a tow strap extraction.
It worked slick with the dry bags and packs ... but then up the boats had to go.
Chris and Caleb showed those SCUBA diver muscles and after the first two boats went up, it was time for my slightly-longer, heavier fiberglass job. No photos - it was hard to watch. I am sure it would have survived a fall, but alas, not fun to imagine as we watched them fight it up over the edge.
Then we were off - back to Pierre - then back to Elkton. It was a long trip - a great one though. Something to remember. We'd lost some gear, faced some challenges on the water and in the wild, but we made it home with stories, photos, and video.
Plastic boats are the way to go on gravel-bottomed trips like this. My glass boat sustained a few scars but she's fine; we needed her for her freighter-like qualities. Plus fiberglass can be buffed out and touched up ... no big whoop.
The twin MVPs of the trip are Jim and Brian. No doubt. Their combined stick-to-itiveness, good humor, patience - and of course plenty of hours of hard paddling, gear hauling, and wood gathering - really, it would have been impossible to make the trip without 'em.
I'm sure all three of us will continue to visit the USGS and consider the flow rates on this route. It's an amazing trip - seems like you go to Mars - but it's not even out of the state! We owned it, learned to respect it, and probably will never forget it.
Thanks, guys - and thanks to you kind reader of this blog. If you are ever considering this same route, feel free to contact me and I'll do everything I can to help.
We had a nice night of camping the second night - this time along the Cheyenne River.
Caleb was right: We never suffered for a need of fuel for our fire. We could find all sorts of logs, some jammed into other trees from the recent flooding.
We awoke on Sunday - Jim led the way on getting up and at them - to another glorious morning in West River, no wind, mild temps, and another boat-load and go ... we were going to make our noon hook-up time at the SD Highway 34 Bridge.
We were making good time, but it wasn't long before we realized we would be late. Had we put in an extra hour before camping each night, perhaps we'd have been closer. Could have been the wine at night ... or the need to sleep in a bit, after all, we were on vacation.
We called a halt even though we were running behind and luckily we got a signal on a phone, texted Caleb, and had him meet us at the Four Corners Bridge instead of the one at 34. We were all pretty clueless as to how easy/hard it'd be to take out there.
It was not the former.
We originally went to the left side (west) of the bridge, but Caleb hollered down to come to the other side at the last minute. Brian and Jim made it but I was caught up in some shallows and had to hand-fight my way back into the channel. From start to finish - challenges.
Since it was almost a quarter mile from the water to the ends of the bridge (showing just how high the Cheyenne can get) we opted for a tow strap extraction.
It worked slick with the dry bags and packs ... but then up the boats had to go.
Chris and Caleb showed those SCUBA diver muscles and after the first two boats went up, it was time for my slightly-longer, heavier fiberglass job. No photos - it was hard to watch. I am sure it would have survived a fall, but alas, not fun to imagine as we watched them fight it up over the edge.
Then we were off - back to Pierre - then back to Elkton. It was a long trip - a great one though. Something to remember. We'd lost some gear, faced some challenges on the water and in the wild, but we made it home with stories, photos, and video.
Plastic boats are the way to go on gravel-bottomed trips like this. My glass boat sustained a few scars but she's fine; we needed her for her freighter-like qualities. Plus fiberglass can be buffed out and touched up ... no big whoop.
The twin MVPs of the trip are Jim and Brian. No doubt. Their combined stick-to-itiveness, good humor, patience - and of course plenty of hours of hard paddling, gear hauling, and wood gathering - really, it would have been impossible to make the trip without 'em.
I'm sure all three of us will continue to visit the USGS and consider the flow rates on this route. It's an amazing trip - seems like you go to Mars - but it's not even out of the state! We owned it, learned to respect it, and probably will never forget it.
Thanks, guys - and thanks to you kind reader of this blog. If you are ever considering this same route, feel free to contact me and I'll do everything I can to help.
Monday, May 25, 2009
No hawks ...
P1000459
Originally uploaded by Iron Bieso
More on the Belle Fourche conclusion soon!
Jarett
Saturday, May 23, 2009
About that coyote
Day Two on the Belle Fourche and Cheyenne Rivers
After a nice big fire and a good night's sleep (it was 34 that first night) we awoke to calm conditions and plenty of miles left to make for the second day.
The river was a mix of rapids, shallow spots, and plenty of cut banks like this one. We were often hunting the channel but found we had to get out of our boats less often on day two.
We had great maps and no wind that second day, but the idea of making 90 miles total made me want to push, push, push. I had to balance mission accomplishment and troop welfare often.
There were many places to take breaks, and Brian had prepared some homemade GORP and jerky for us, so we snacked with regular frequency in our boats.
We brought 10 gallons of water along and it was about right for three days.
We heard coyotes the night before and I saw one briefly on the second day. I saw this one (hard to see him, but he's in this picutre) during our second morning.
Overall, though, we did not see much wildlife, some but not a whole lot. Those beaver that dove out of the bank walls would startle you though.
Around 5 p.m. or so we began scouting for camp. We found a nice spot, its only drawback was a ledge we had to scale to load gear. After 7 or 8 hours paddling, hauling gear was never much fun.
We kept expecting this big, dramatic confluence where we would end our Belle Fourche trip and begin our exploring on the Cheyenne, but it was anti-climatic. There was a trickling muddy spot that we later realized must be the confluence. But on we pushed.
We had lots of miles to go but we were whooped. I knew the next day we'd have to get up early and really push it to make our noon extraction time at the SD Highway 34 bridge.
The river was a mix of rapids, shallow spots, and plenty of cut banks like this one. We were often hunting the channel but found we had to get out of our boats less often on day two.
We had great maps and no wind that second day, but the idea of making 90 miles total made me want to push, push, push. I had to balance mission accomplishment and troop welfare often.
There were many places to take breaks, and Brian had prepared some homemade GORP and jerky for us, so we snacked with regular frequency in our boats.
We brought 10 gallons of water along and it was about right for three days.
We heard coyotes the night before and I saw one briefly on the second day. I saw this one (hard to see him, but he's in this picutre) during our second morning.
Overall, though, we did not see much wildlife, some but not a whole lot. Those beaver that dove out of the bank walls would startle you though.
Around 5 p.m. or so we began scouting for camp. We found a nice spot, its only drawback was a ledge we had to scale to load gear. After 7 or 8 hours paddling, hauling gear was never much fun.
We kept expecting this big, dramatic confluence where we would end our Belle Fourche trip and begin our exploring on the Cheyenne, but it was anti-climatic. There was a trickling muddy spot that we later realized must be the confluence. But on we pushed.
We had lots of miles to go but we were whooped. I knew the next day we'd have to get up early and really push it to make our noon extraction time at the SD Highway 34 bridge.
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