A week of paddling
When my friend Alec said he wanted to come out and build boats
for a week I said "sure!", when he said he wanted to do some
paddling I said, "yeah right." Manzanita in February? A
god-forsaken-dreary-forlorn-place. It rains like a faucet and the
surf is always twenty-feet. Alec must be good luck though.
The surf dropped, the wind died, and it never rained the whole time he
was here. So we got some paddling after all.
we tested some new kayaks in truly awful conditions
we paddled on the bay
we launched the new guide boat
we tested the new boats out again, this time on a smaller swell, the
set waves were only ten feet!
all the photos are of the shorebreak though, I'm not taking MY camera
next we headed out for some whitewater, and some very pretty waterfalls
waterfall of water
waterfall of moss and ferns
with no rain the river was a bit shallow in places
of course no paddle is complete without a Greenland rolling session,
and an ice cream headache!
we also built some boats, watched the lunar eclipse, and ate at my
favorite thai restaurant.
go home Alec! there is nothing left to do here!
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