These last few years I've been paddling south with my fishing pal JP, but we haven't really had reason to check out Buckhorn Cove and points south. Despite the heavy fog, we fished and paddled further and further south until we passed the point and worked our way back. I was so overjoyed to discover arches and sea-caves that I hadn't visited in decades--or perhaps never at all--so the day was especially special. Most times, the paddle back against the wind argues for not going too far south. I now know the counter-argument for going south!
Showing posts with label South. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South. Show all posts
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Arches
These last few years I've been paddling south with my fishing pal JP, but we haven't really had reason to check out Buckhorn Cove and points south. Despite the heavy fog, we fished and paddled further and further south until we passed the point and worked our way back. I was so overjoyed to discover arches and sea-caves that I hadn't visited in decades--or perhaps never at all--so the day was especially special. Most times, the paddle back against the wind argues for not going too far south. I now know the counter-argument for going south!
Labels:
Cave,
Fishing,
Free diving,
Kayaking,
Mendocino,
Sea caves,
South,
Van Damme State Beach
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
Friday, August 15, 2014
Kayaking Mendocino: Four Shots
(Sorry about the waterspots. I need to figure out how to get the water off the lens better. Maybe keep a small spray bottle of fresh water handy for the amphib camera. I think that the waterspots are part of the experience and that the photos work, but that may not work for everyone.)
This last photo shows a tricky spot a bit to the south of Van Damme State Beach. If you go through this narrow archway, you find a cathedral-like cavern open to the sky, The trick is that there's a mass of kelp growing in the center of that archway passage that will slow your kayak to a crawl. (I vividly recall past experiences digging, digging, digging with the paddle to get through and out.) This day, the swell was working, and I couldn't tell how much clearance I was going to have at the top of the swell's rising, and I did not want to get spiked; also, the tide was rather low at this time, which may have meant more headroom, but which also meant at the surge's drop the kayak would be in a too narrow space that wouldn't matter with a higher tide or with a mellower surge.
I looked, shot, and paddled on. Another day for entry. See, I am maturing (finally).
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