This morning, after another Buckwheat-fest at warners again (only 5 plates this morning for peter...slacker), we headed down to Ithaca to begin tackling Cayuga Lake. This was going to be another epic paddle, 40 miles in length, very deep, boat traffic, and subject to some whicked storms. Today the koz's would be joining us also, Scott for the whole day, and Jan to rotate in with the girls.
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We put-in about a mile down the lake inlet in Ithaca, because, hey, what's another mile when you're doing 40 anyways? We sent the crew out, and I hung back a bit to help the sag get packed up. Bad move on my part, because by the time I got in, they were gone out of sight. I jumped in the boat and paddled like hell to catch up, such that as I was going through the marina I was passing sailboats going out for the day on their small outboards. Nothing makes you feel more studly than passing a 30' boat, giving them a little flick of the head, and saying "G'day mate....that all ya got in that tub". BTW, having beer cans thrown at your head is NOT a good way to start the morning...
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I caught the crew a couple of miles downlake, and we paddled for a few hours...well, a few hours that felt like days as the light tailwind had totally disappeared, the sky turned black, and the waves started kicking up. Poor Jan, who was out for a "fair weather frolic" was getting tossed about, and totally bonking. Peter pushed her along, and we got her through her leg. But, it was a tough one for all of us, and we were only about 1/4 up the lake by early afternoon. Kathy rotated in and we decided to up the pace, not realizing that we really were tossed, and she proceeded to give us a testosterone whupping for about 4 hours until she finally wore out. Great leg on her part. We closed out the day about 2/3 up the lake, with a plan to finish up a bit early on monday.
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The quote of the day was when Judy was lamenting Peter having his own, composite boat, while she just had to make do borrowing other people's. He say to her, and I quote "Well, if you just didn't piss away money on your teeth (she had recently had a root canal), you could have a kayak". Like the ability to chew is privledge, not a right. We were in tears, and I'm sure he got some heavy sex that night!
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"Far above Cayuga's waters, there's an awful smell; Some say it's old Lake Cayuga, other's say Lumpy, er Cornell" Lumpy out
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