Wow am I ever behind on updating this blog. Contrary to what you may think, we have been busy lately. Since I last posted, there was a ski trip to West Virginia in February, an extraordinary race clinic in April followed by SK 102, camping in Jamestown in May, a new boat, the start of the race season, and another camping trip over Memorial Day weekend. Rather than try to catch you up on all of that I’ll just start with our Memorial Day Trip.
First, why can’t every weekend have three days in it? It sure is nice. Saturday morning Brian B. and I held the first of CPA’s three races. Held at Jack’s Boathouse 12 of us raced up past Three Sisters, turned by the old incline, raced down around Roosevelt Island and back to the docks.
Click here to go to CPA’s site for all the details. From there I raced home, switched out the race boat for the tempest, loaded Dave’s boat and the camping gear and headed to Annapolis to pick him up from work. Our goal was get down to Pocomoke River State Park where we had reservations for the rest of the weekend.
Nelson and Caroline arrived the day before us and had dinner simmering as we pulled in. We set up camp and then Dave and Nelson hit the ropes for awhile. Dave is really getting into this whole Greenland thing. I’m sure the rest of the campground thought we were a little nuts but what else is new.
We got up early on Sunday and headed to Ocean City, MD in search of surf. But before we went out to the playground, the offshore break outside of the Ocean City Inlet, Nelson and I had one piece of business let over from our last visit there. When we were there in the fall we watched Chris launch his kayak off, what then was a six foot, tie up pier in the marina. It looked like such fun. Unfortunately when Nelson and I were ready for our turn the Harbor Patrol came motoring past so we thought better of it.
This time there was no stopping us. The tide was a little higher than the last time so resulting in only a 4 – 5 foot drop but it still looked fun. Dave and Caroline put in to be the photographers. Nelson went first. Down went his bow. His stern hung up a little on the pier but with the execution of perfect high brace all was well. I went next and went off clean. I pushed hard to keep the stern from hitting, the bow dove and then just bounced back up. A couple of power boaters went by asking if we did that every day.
Out the inlet and in the playground we found 3 foot easy surf. They were fun but not terribly predictable. They always seemed to be breaking next to you somewhere. Nonetheless, we got some great rides and as usual I spent half my time trying to find the biggest waves I could to just punch through. That is almost as much fun as surfing.
This was Caroline’s first trip out to the break and after initially sitting back and watching us throw ourselves at it and survive she worked up the nerve to try it also. She did great. Surfed like a champ and even got her first combat roll. I think we have another convert.
When we had thoroughly worn ourselves out, we decided to paddle up past the tourist beaches and the carnival. That involved crossing the channel. Normally the channel is busy but not terrible. But this was the Sunday of Memorial Day and it was like I-495 at rush hour. When we spotted an opening we went for it. In the middle of that channel the waves were probably somewhere between 4-5 feet with the occasional 6 footer. And I’m not exaggerating – I couldn’t see Dave or Nelson or Caroline when I was in the trough. The waves were well over our heads. We just kept paddling and stayed as close together as we could.
On the other side of the channel we relaxed, drifted with the current and watched all the crazy tourists on the beach. Finally ready for lunch we turned around to navigate the channel back in. As we neared the channel we saw a lone kayaker on the other side. It was our friend Chris Beckman. We hailed him on our VHF and then he did his best impression of the “squirrel crossing the freeway”. More than once we thought he was going to get run down by a boat. All together we headed in the channel. We surfed some more waves as we ferried over to the beach for a little well deserved R&R. After lunch we took out and headed back to the campsite.
Tonight dinner was on Dave and me. To be different we grilled up portabella mushrooms, onions, peppers and squash and had these with spinach in wraps. They were awesome! I think we found a new camping food favorite. Nelson and Caroline headed home after dinner but Dave and I stayed on another day to paddle.
On Monday we went for a short paddle directly from the campground at Shad Landing. We padded up the Pocomoke and made a left into Nassawango Creek. That is a lovely creek. Like much of the Pocomoke there are bald cypress trees in the middle of the river and the water has that tannin-y brown color. It probably was clean but too give you an idea of how it looked, let’s just say that Dave wasn’t too motivated to work on his rolling.
After a leisurely paddle we returned to camp, packed up the tent and braved route 50 with the rest of the beach goer traffic. It was a long, long drive home but well worth it.