I’m the Luckiest Man Alive – I Mustn’t Take it for Granted!

21 12 2010

Much in this blog is about my passion for an active outdoor lifestyle. If it weren’t for a few big lucky breaks, everything would be different. Or everything would have been over nineteen years ago. I met someone recently who, like a ghost, reminded me how lucky a man I am.

Each December I reflect on a near death experience I went through during the holidays in 1991. Back then I lived in Boston, MA. On Thanksgiving Day my friends all participated in a 10K “Turkey Trot” race. I was in MBA school, had a great part time job, and was headed that night to my ski house in Killington, VT for the long weekend. I had trained for this race and was really excited. But 100 yards from the finish line I suffered a brain aneurysm, fell to the ground, incurred a concussion and was rushed to the hospital.

It took the docs 24 hours to diagnose the aneurysm. My prognosis changed from “you fainted and will go home tomorrow” to “you just managed to survive a brain aneurysm where 75% die instantly, and on top of that you hit your head – that should have done you in!” And, “you have a choice – brain surgery, or no brain surgery. If you choose surgery, you may suffer permanent damage…or emerge OK and able to go back to your normal life. If you do nothing, chances are the aneurysm will rupture again, killing you. You’ll never be able to engage in activity that will raise your blood pressure for that will increases chances of a new rupture.” YIKES.

I chose surgery. I made it. I went back to school. Eventually, I went back to the ski house at Killington. Today, I kayak, backpack, exercise regularly, and have 100% use of all the parts of my body.

How lucky was I? VERY. Another 50% die within a week of a rupture, and another 50% within several months. For those who make it through those hoops, many have significantly diminished body function.

I’m writing this because the other day I met another aneurysm survivor – my first EVER. They all DIE. I was at physical therapy for a plantar fasciitis condition on my foot, and the guy on the table next to me turned out to be another brain aneurysm survivor. But even though he, too, is lucky – he lost most control of the left side of his body – and has not completely recovered since it happened in 1983. He has not been able to return to his active lifestyle. Still he was in good spirits about everything.

It was then I realized maybe I’ve taken my luck a bit for granted…a BIG wake up call…so I say here and now I am one of the luckiest people on Planet Earth. Being alive, and with all my faculties intact. That in and of itself is a gift from above. THANK YOU. Peace.





Lumpy Waters Symposium 2010 Sunday – Three Arch Rocks

25 10 2010

OK Sunday morning at Lumpy Waters Symposium I was feeling the effects of three days on the Oregon coast. Definitely a bit worn out.

Badge of honor-dry suit rash from NRS and Kokatat...1 per day

And showing the effects of a tight fitting neck gasket! Gotta do something about that.

I was scheduled to do a Three Arch Rocks tour, and I knew several paddlers had to be rescued there Saturday and one guy threw up seasick. On the other hand the weather had calmed somewhat. But I just had to be there because two of the instructors would be Leon Somme and Shawna Franklin of Body Boat Blade! They are two of the best instructors in the country and I couldn’t miss a chance at experiencing instruction with them! And Mark Whittaker of Columbia River Kayak School was also teaching. In fact, Rob Avery of Valley Sea Kayaks and Karl Cohagen of Kokatat were paddling.

Coaches Leon, Shawna, Rob and John

Three Arch Rocks National Wildlife Refuge is a really special place. It’s an Oregon landmark. Home to cormorants and gulls, it’s also a nesting site for tufted puffins, storm petrels, common murres, and pigeon guillemot.

It’s also a pupping site for the 2,000 lb stellar sea lion. It’s rare to get close to the rocks, because Federal regulations prohibit watercraft from coming within 500 ft of the rocks from May 1st to September 15th – the time when it’s calmest!

It was spectacular weather! As dawn broke frost covered grass and windshields. But the day was to warm to near 70 degrees! At breakfast everyone was talking about how crazy incredible the weekend’s weather was turning out! THREE days in a row of clear, pleasant weather in OCTOBER on the Oregon Coast? And, no fog whatsoever! WOW. It’s so unlikely especially as those of us who were trying to practice the weeks before the event kept finding the coastal conditions big – swells often over 10 ft and smOur destination comes into view!all craft warnings. We couldn’t get over our good fortune!

We headed to Oceanside, about 30 minute drive north. The route winding along the coast revealed vista after vista of fabulous headlands and gentle seas! Here’s what I saw as I neared the town.

The Three Arch Rocks tour had 24 students signed up. So it was split into three classes, and I got Shawna and Mark Whittaker! I was so excited not only to watch Shawna paddle, but to experience how she teaches.

Yeah, I knew the dry suit was open. I just threw the PFD on while carrying stuff to the beach!

Since there were so many students and coaches it took a while to get organized, but it was such a lovely morning. Everyone was in great spirits. They put some rocks on the beach and drew some lines representing Three Arch Rocks and the wave energy surrounding. Sunday’s swell was 5-6 feet max, and there was calm wind when we started. There would be some reflected waves on the north side.

Launching was pretty basic, except that once a little beyond the beach the surf was breaking in two directions, meaning you’d punch through one and then there would be another coming right at a 45 degree angle – so you’d need to quickly turn the kayak into it. Once beyond the small breakers it was nice!

Like Saturday it took me a few minutes to settle in. One problem was the paddle. I figured since it was a “tour,” and calmer I’d use the low-angle Werner Kalliste paddle. But right away, getting out through the surf zone and into the moderate swell, it didn’t feel right. Right then Shawna was talking with another student about using high angle for dynamic conditions and with that, I switched to my high angle Werner Cyprus. I should have loosened my thigh braces out a click, though!

It was 3/4 mile to the rocks. Very pleasant paddle, and as the rocks drew closer we saw there were some caves and smaller outcroppings. Plus, various birds and some small sea lions about. The sea lions, probably pups, watched us closely and once we got too close they jumped in the water and made their escape! I witnessed a brutal struggle amongst sea birds. A cormorant came up out of the water and swallowed a fish – then flew up 30 feet onto a steep ledge. Almost immediately two gulls began harassing the cormorant, until it eventually regurgitated its hard fought catch – and one gull immediately wolfed it down. So, even a swallowed fish is still in play! Not fair!

Here’s a video by Chris Lockyer, one of my Saturday instructors, of what it is like paddling in the area! Kind of hard to watch.

Watch the video by clicking on this text.

Shawna and Mark Whittaker were my coaches. Watching Shawna paddle, and experiencing her coaching was like watching a symphony performance. No matter the rocks or water surging around – every stroke/rudder movement was smooth, and all the while smiling, remembering the students’ names and giving everyone personal attention. She’s very re-assuring, calming nerves, telling students to breath deeply. We made some moves in and around the rocks near one of the big arches.

We found a small sea cave too!

Then we moved out to the weather side of the arch. There, the conditions were different as the swells reflected off the arches. But it wasn’t as unsettling as off Cape Kiwanda Saturday. Shawna suggested we paddle the surge in between two of the arches. That was fun and exciting! The swell surges in between, squeezing through the arches, and you kind of get “pushed” along as on either side of you it crashes along the rocks.

The group paddled through the arches. Randy tried to do a re-enter and roll in the swirly conditions in between the arches, but after several attempts gave up and got an assisted rescue from Mark Whittaker. Laura, back behind the arches did a nice cowboy self rescue! I didn’t feel like it because I already did that the day before. But now I regret not doing a roll out there just for kicks.

We played around the rocks for another 45 minutes, and then heard one of the other groups needed to head back because they had a sea sick paddler. We eventually decided to head back to the Oceanside beach, too.

I was one of the first to try the landing, and I picked up a little surf and rode it in, only to capsize and get thrashed in knee deep water. No matter. I forgot my Feelfree Kayak Snap Pack was hung around my neck with my non-waterproof camera inside! I dreaded opening it but was excited to find my camera 100% dry inside!

Well, the day was done. I was really stoked to have Mark and Shauna as my coaches, and maybe I’ll just have to take a session with Body Boat Blade. What a great weekend of ocean paddling!

Here is a 14 minute video of some of Lumpy Waters 2010!





Lumpy Waters 2010 Saturday

23 10 2010

Another day of Alder Creek Kayak & Canoe’s Lumpy Waters Symposium!

Saturday broke beautiful and blue bird clear! My class for the day was Cape Lookout Tour. It was to be an all-day class and I was really looking forward to it. In 2009 I did only half day classes, which are good, but I wanted to experience a full day on a major landmark on the Oregon Coast.

My cabin-mates Stuart, Gary and Dave all got along well. Friday night everyone was crashed out early to re-energize by getting a good night’s sleep. At six a.m. I motivated to grab an early shower and get refreshed. Once done I headed to the “kitchen shed” where All Star Rafting’s staff put together a spread of breakfast goodies for the hungry paddlers. Everybody was in a terrific mood looking forward to an epic day on the water!

Classes gathered at 8:30 for a meet and greet and to set out the day’s plan. My instructors were John, Chris and Ron. Unfortunately they told us we couldn’t do a Cape Lookout tour because the swells were north->south, meaning very rough conditions on the north side of west-pointing Cape Lookout. Friday evening Neil Schulman told me a story of a time when he had a group launching on the north side of the cape and most wound up swimming. Later, Mark Whittaker told me he and Ginni Callahan had paddled down from the north one time to scout the put-in on the north side and described the conditions as “catastrophic.” Although there is a way to put in on the south side of Cape Lookout, it’s a complicated logistical problem with property rights/access issues.

The upshot was John proposed an alternative of rock gardening by Cape Kiwanda, then heading out beyond the cape to see what the north swell was like, then heading south to check out the haystack rock and maybe paddle to the mouth of the Nestucca River and up back towards Pacific City. That’d be a very long day but at that time we were up for it.

We launched and headed out into the swell coming into the beach at Pacific City. Weather report said it was a seven foot swell. Not all the waves incoming were that big.

Wind had dropped from Friday. Anyway we were given instruction on rock gardening in and around the rocks near Cape Kiwanda. It takes time to get used to the wave action but it’s manageable. You can surf down an incoming wave in between rocks.

We practiced along the rocks...

We did a bunch of laps. Then they asked us to try it backwards. Like surfing, rock gardening requires patience. You do OK if you pick the right surge to take in between the rocks. Everything isn’t as hard as it looks.

Then John said let’s go out into the ocean, beyond Cape Kiwanda. There’s a buoy off the cape, a good meeting spot. The swells were coming around the end of the cape and bending into the beach. The plan was to paddle beyond the cape, in between it and the haystack rock, and head north to check things out.

The swells entering the beach at Pacific City were all reduced swells – meaning despite their size, they didn’t have their full energy since they were wrapping around the cape. Also none of them were reflected. But once we rounded the cape we experienced their full energy, plus reflection off the cape. My kayak was going uphill on the incoming swells and downhill on the reflected waves.

North (left) side of Cape Kiwanda was much worse Saturday

Then there were “lumpy” waves, wind waves in between the swells. For me, even looking at the cape was unsettling. The swells were crashing against it. I had to look out to sea. I was not feeling sea sick, but I was feeling a sense of adrenaline making my body stiffen up. What was bothering me was that I knew I should be loose – my lower body should be able to be loose from the upper but I kept transmitting too much of the wave action from the boat to my upper body. Usually this feeling goes away in 10-15 minutes. Making things worse was I think my foot braces were a click too close, meaning too much body English /wave energy was being transmitted from the boat to my body, making it seem more unsteady. Out there, reaching under the deck to my feet to adjust the braces seemed unthinkable.

All smiles, besides pitch poling twice!

I was the only one feeling that way Saturday afternoon. Everyone else was comfortable. Either way, John decided to ask us to meet at the buoy, which was much further out to sea away from the reflected waves. One thing all the instructors told us was to keep moving if possible. They said think of it like a bicycle – it’s hard to stay upright if stopped, easy when moving. Same in a kayak.

Once we neared the buoy, I felt much better. Out there it was mostly incoming swells, less reflected. We headed down and planned to gather past the haystack on the south side. From where we started it looked to me like the swells were breaking way out on the seaward side of the stack. But John assured me it was just foam moving out to sea. That turned out to be the case, though it sure looked from afar like breaking waves!

So we spent some time messing around the rocks on the back side of the haystack. We all did some rescues back there. No problem. At least I can say I did my first deep ocean rescue! It seemed not much different than anyplace else I’d done it. Just the fact that the water was moving up and down 7 feet. It reminded me of rolling a kayak. It is all about nerves. If you calm yourself down, all the points are the same, just a different environment. If you do the same steps, so what if you are out in the ocean? You just remain calm and go through the steps. So I need to do a roll out there. It would be the same thing, just settle your brain down and do it. In fact they often say doing the roll calms your whole body down. Like getting wet – once you are wet it is all over and you are used to it.

Then it was decision time. Choices? Either head back to the beach for more rock gardening/surf session, or a long kayak to the Nestucca River mouth and another 7 miles up the river. We chose to head back to the beach area to practice.

Window shading!

Testing out the surf!

When done, I hung out on the beach watching the “Fear to fun in the Surf” class.  Here’s a video with lots of kayaks going back and forth, some succeeding, most not! And then…a paddler makes her way in and someone else doesn’t make it!

Here’s a 2009 video of Lumpy (conditions were more difficult) but there is one shot of me in the orange/black Pyranha burn heading out…

I even saw a woman pitch pole (rolling stern over bow) twice!

Later in the evening we had another happy hour and pizza! Then Karl Cohagen of Kokatat put on a fun trivia contest. Lots of schwag for prizes, all about kayak trivia! The unruly crowd was hard to control! One of the trivia questions concerned a pair of instructors from the Pacific NW…

During the trivia contest Karl did a shout out to all the instructors who came to Lumpy Waters!

Here’s Carl’s shout out for all the instructors!





Daniel Fox / Wild Image Project Presentation

24 09 2010

Please join me and Alder Creek Kayak & Canoe in hosting National Geographic / BBC / Argentine government sponsored wildlife photographer Daniel Fox in a presentation in Portland, September 29th, 2010!

Daniel just returned to Portland after more than six months on an expedition in Argentina documenting its rarest and most endangered wildlife and habitat. Daniel is known far and wide for his gift at capturing emotive images from the world’s wildest places.

He’s also a talented copy editor. His work is highly honored. And he has agreed to give us a presentation! I have engaged Alder Creek Kayak and Canoe to allow us to do the presentation at their boathouse location.

When:        September 29th, 2010

Where:      Alder Creek Kayak Canoe Boathouse, 1515 SE Water Ave, Portland, OR, 3rd Floor

Time:         6:30 p.m.

Refreshments provided by Alder Creek! Beer, wine, snacks!





Waldo Lake Video

20 09 2010

Here is a five minute video of our Waldo Lake trip put together by Tim McRobert! Enjoy…!

It’s on YouTube…Tim’s Waldo Lake 2010 video





Most Romantic Wedding – Kristin Dahl and Jake Gunderson

12 08 2010

This wedding will forever be burned in my heart as the one where the bride rides in from under the hill, on horseback! The weekend of August 7-8 2010 was magical in Joseph, Oregon. That weekend Kristin Dahl, Jake Gunderson and their families pulled out all the stops and held a western themed outdoors enthusiast ranch style wedding weekend in the Wallowas! Jake and Kristin love the outdoors and their passion for being outside was woven through the weekend. First, the event was held in their favorite setting – in and around the Wallowa mountains of northeast Oregon. The area is unlike the volcanoes of Central Oregon, more like somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. The Wallowas are more a folded uplifting. They’re not as well traveled as their Central Oregon counterparts – due to their remoteness. I car pooled out there with Brian and Lisa Mullis who live in White Salmon. Excellent travel companions! Even more so because they have a VW Jetta Wagon like me! So the three of us shared driving. That made the trip so much easier and seem faster. Jake and Kristin knew their friends also share a love of the outdoors. So they reserved a camping area with adjoining house called the Wallowa River Camp. This allowed more than 50 of us to camp in a field bordered by the river, and enjoy a bonfire in the evening. It was a nice way for the group to relax and get to know one another. Friday evening I caught up with Kristin, Jake, Frederick Reimers, Jacqui Bishop and others. The mountains were always present above us, reminding us where we were! Saturday the wedding was to take place about 4:30 p.m. but word was it’d likely be later. It was to occur on a bluff above the prairie in the valley, with the mountains in the background. Weather was perfect. That meant we had time to enjoy the area during the day. Jacqui, Brian, Lisa, Frederick and I made plans to hike Hurricane Creek in the mountains and then head to Wallowa Lake for a swim and lunch. It leads right into the heart of the Eagle Cap Wilderness. The day turned out perfectly in every way. The hike, while not long (about three miles each way) was spectacularly beautiful. Up ahead, and to the left and to the right the peaks rose into the sky. We could view rivers cascading down the slopes all over. Many had waterfalls trickling over hanging cliffs. I’ve been suffering with plantar fasciitis in my left foot and every step hurt! The trail meandered through blooming wildflower meadows and forested canyons before making a steeper climb on the edge of a fabulously pretty cut gorge with pool drops. There, we stopped for a break to admire the area before heading back. What a wonderful place to behold the Wallowas! We marveled at the knocked down trees all over both sides, evidence of the fact that this is an avalanche chute. Snow must have barreled down from high above and sluiced all over both sides, obliterating trees. The hike back still hurt my foot but I got compliments since I pushed and didn’t slow the group any!

Later we headed out to the lake to swim. I took the group to the Wallowa Lake Lodge to show them its amazing grounds. But accessing the lake from there meant crossing a stream with rocks which killed my injured foot! Anyway after our swim we then satiated our appetites at a cafe lakeside. Though it was about 2:00 by then, we calculated a late lunch was a great idea since dinner wouldn’t happen until 8:00. Heck and then we found out the place had onion rings…we ALL got onion rings. Once back at the camp everyone began to prepare for the wedding ceremony. The invitation called for “outdoor formal,” something guests debated over. While some opted for cowboy boots and hats, others wore shorts and summer airy shirts. I wore my grand dad’s sport coat and a matching hat. Since there was a guest house at the camp, some guests availed themselves of the shower while others refreshed themselves in the creek! We meandered over to the Rockin HK Ranch where the wedding and reception was to take place. Wow! What a setting! The grounds held many tables, some ponds, goats, geese and turkeys, a pretty barn (where dancing was to be), behind which was the bluff where the ceremony was planned.

Guests meander up to the wedding site!

It was a half mile across the Zumwalt prairie and up the hill to the wedding site. After much concern for my aching foot, I reluctantly began walking. It was a slow, beautiful way to transition to the ceremony. As late afternoon light took effect, it made the still-green grain glow a beautiful shade! The sun baked us in our “outdoor formal attire,” so many opted for parasols like days of old! Some boys in the party wore the cutest red cowboy hats! The wedding site was a series pews made of bales of hay, facing south, toward the Wallowas. As guests settled down, the wedding party made its way up the hill, towed by tractor! They came in under the arch. Then assembled one by one for the ceremony. Jake Gunderson, the groom, ensuring everything goes comfortably. And then it happened. Slowly, ever so slowly, here comes the bride with Dad to give her away. This time it’s Kristin riding on horseback, coming into view up the prairie! WOW, what a romantic site. It was so lovely, and then, after vows were exchanged and wedding complete, the couple rode off up the hill! No improvement possible! Then all 150+ guests descended to the Rockin HK Ranch for a reception followed by country music and dancing in the barn! This was an awesome time for all! Kristin and Jake rode into the reception on horseback, of course!