I am still trying to figure out how to get multiple photos to appear in some kind of sensible order. Probably the solution involves inserting a table and inserting the photos into the cells, then adding captions. I’ll try that next time.
- Gongle (or Gongol) my 1962 Pionier 450 S kayak up a shallow creek that empties in to the Elk River upstream from the ruined footbridge above Beth Page Rd.
- Starboard (right?) rear three-quarter view showing waterline, rudder, steering yoke.
- State of the art comfort seating of 1962. My butt didn’t hurt until about the third hour on the water. The curved seat provided adequate thigh support, and seatback supported my lower back to a much greater degree than either of the modern Pouch folding kayaks I own.
- Heading back downstream toward the bridge above Beth Page Rd. Don’t usually manage to make this far upstream on the Elk; helped by recent rains.
- Eric paddling Campsis Radicans, my Pouch E68, at Beth Page Rd. bridge. Note the high water.
- A blanket of green water plants (dunno what they’re called) near that second bridge.
- That’s me looking a little Spock-like under the hat and smirking while at rest in the cockpit of 450 S.
- Eric paddling upstream toward that second bridge. Note the waterline. I liked the reflection, which is why I took the picture.
- Eric & Campsis Radicans up that shallow creek.
- A snapshot of the E68 underway. Eric was using a Werner Skagit paddle he’d purchased a couple of weeks ago to use with the plastic rec-boat he bought. At 230 cm, the paddle is too long for the E68.
- Eric snapped about six shots of me getting out of and back in to the 450 S hoping to capture something similar to his concrete-roll portrait the day before at Boat Day in Murfreesboro. Here I’m getting in to the boat. The paddle’s about 223 cm. Dunno what that is in inches.
- A not terribly secure lock on our lunchtime mooring in the shade of the bridge at Beth Page Rd. The Pionier came without any deck rigging or perimeter line; I improvised.
- A couple sight-seeing in their 20′ pontoon boat
- We rafted up for lunch and ate the remains of a large chicken alfredo pizza.
- I love this stretch of the Elk River above the ruined bridge. Even in extreme heat, this section is cool from the cold river water, and the smell of spring-water seeping and flowering leafy plants at the rock overhang is pleasant. As a bonus, bird sounds and the sound of wind in the trees makes this place worth the price of admission.
- The shallow creek maze where we rested a couple of minutes before proceeding to the next bridge upstream. Usually passage upstream from here necessitates wading and pulling the boat behind not much past this place on the map. The river is to the photographer’s back.
- Winchester has a number of these stony piers that don’t seem to have much to do with anything currently visible either here or behind the city’s housing projects.
- Some of the stone facing is missing this year. Previously I’d always thought these were Civil War old, but the concrete underneath makes me wonder if they were’nt part of some WPA flood control project before the river was ever dammed.
- Strange marker at that second bridge. The map shows a gauging station here.
- Swallow nests under that second bridge.
- Thursday awaits us at the take-out, an “unimproved” dirt ramp at Estill Springs City Park in Franklin County, Tennessee.
- Trumpet creeper, or campsis radicans, in bloom.
- Just paddling – note improvised deck rigging.
