Monday, May 16, 2011
My old friend Lisa came to see me. We took her two little girls down to the beach, but had to hunker down in the sun-warmed sand on the sheltered leeward side of the sandy point, which we laughingly called Ploody Peninsula.
I was a little bummed because I have a canoe trip coming up in September and I would have enjoyed brushing up my skills a bit.
Back in Oshkosh tonight, we were hanging out at Charlie's place, and I was laughing about my predicament. Mom said, "Pffft! Don't let it bother you! Once, your dad and I canoed across Lake Moriah to Buzzell's Woods and a storm blew in as we were coming back. We could not get back to the landing! Kept getting blown off to the side of the lake! Dad tried everything, but he couldn't manage it. It was funny! We ended up walking the canoe around to the landing. That was your Dad; and there were two people in the canoe!"
Charles chimed in that he and Dad had developed a theory, as yet untested: when alone in a wind-blown canoe, turn around so that the stern is in the front and then sit on the bow thwart. That would have you up high enough for optimum paddling and still in the back half of the canoe, but farther forward than before, for better weight distribution.
We'll test it next time I come home, Charlie. But we'll tie a long cord to the bow. You can stand on the shore, and when I fetch up at the neighbor's landing, you can reel me in!