Paddling the Shannon River

 Our first paddle of the year was in early June and really, the first sunny warm day we had in weeks.  We packed up the kayaks and hit the road heading towards McGill Lake which is a favourite lake that we go to once or twice a summer.  Along the way though, Terry thought he might like to have a look at the Shannon River which has a cool "launch site" that we have driven to no less than 5 times and each time, it is bone dry and there is no way you can get your kayak anywhere near the river because of it.
But today, look at what we found.  Cool, deep, blue water.   we were both very excited to explore!

Rapids... I was too chicken to go down these, I knew
I would never get back up them!  Imagine, this was
before I paddled the damn Shubie

Beaver house... 

big rocks.  Looks like turtles

The afternoon was perfect with just a tiny wind, enough to keep the bugs at bay.  We came upon a small bit of rapids and I was too scared to go up them.  Going up rapids in a kayak is pretty darn difficult, and not for the weak of arm.  Terry got up them pretty easily but I tried 3 times before I gave up. Each time I stopped paddling, I was shot back down the fast moving water and had to struggle to keep my kayak straight while drifting down the waterway.

The most amazing experience though was while we were carrying our kayaks back up the gravel road to the car, one at a time.. we crossed paths with a big yellow  butterfly... on the way up the path, and again on the way back down the path.  Then... with the second kayak... the yellow butterfly fluttered by again.. and they this time, we were getting a little curious.
Now.. in my heart, I figured this big yellow butterfly just knew I was a special person who once raised two sets of yellow butterflies, so I must be a kindred spirit of some sort...
But, alas, Terry figured it out... it was not just one butterfly that was going back and forth, but it was several flying to a destination not far from the path.

We followed a particularly UN-graceful flutterer and came upon 9 identical butterflies, all gathered on a sunny little span of muddy forest.  They stayed their vibrating their wings for well over 20 minutes while we sat close by eating out lunch.  Don't know why, or what they were doing.. but it was pretty darn cool.. and a great way to end a perfect Paddle.

Glass Art

There is a very quaint and cozy village called Maitland, located at the mouth of the Shubenacadie River and it is filled with history, artistic pride and character.  There is a wonderful shop there called the Studio Glass.  It is filled with beautiful and original art made with glass, as well as trinkets, jewelry, fabulous and funny fish, birds, flowers and snowflakes.. all created out of glass.

The other really really cool thing they do there is there have a workshop you can attend just by calling or sometimes just showing up.  Its in the same building at the store and its a big wide open room filled with light.. and a big table filled with what they call "Junk Glass" or "Junk-de-Verre".

Junk Glass. 

You are given your choice of glass shape (Square, round, diamond shape, long and narrow.... and then you are taught how to move the glass around using a plastic stick, brush scraps back into the pile using a little brush, how to trim off little corners and smooth the shapes with these cool glass cutting pliers.

And then... you just design what ever you want.  Flowers, abstract, sunbursts, words... what ever your imagination will allow you to create.  The glass is sharp edged and dull in colour but once it is fired, it fuses to a smooth soft edge, and spectacular colours.

Some ideas which hang in the window of the workshop

Robin working at the table, selecting her choice pieces of blue glass

Our Teacher is Christine.  She sat with us and spent a rainy
afternoon chatting about kayaking, dogs and how beautiful
Maitland is, year round!

I just don't have an artistic mind.  I am more concrete.  I see objects for what they are... a flower is a flower.  So, I started pulling glass in shades of yellow and brown, I would make a sunflower.  Robin, who always sees colour, shades and depth before she even sees the picture began pulling blues and whites... she was making.. "the ocean".
So, for the next hour... we danced through the shards of glass, pulling odd shapes and perfect shades.  We moved the pieces all over the glass and all around our work area.  It was very easy to find every shape and shade you can possibly imagine in that huge pile of glass.
Robin questioned Christine on things like... what colour will this colour end up like once its fired.  She asked about relationship to each other and what would this texture end up like.  I merely sat at my spot and moved glass around and marvelled at how NOT artistic I am!

Once you have your picture just how you like it, you have to take it apart and put it back together using a little dab of white glue on the back of each piece.  Christine cautioned us on using too much as it burns in the kiln and leaves scars if you use too much.  thankfully, I had my phone and was able to take a picture of each of our unglued creations before I took mine apart.  I KNOW I would need to refer back to it as I put the layers back together.

Robin had a vision so it was easier for her to recreate her art, because she tweaked it here and there as she re built.  Mine, on the other hand needed to look like a flower again, or the game would be lost!

Once they were glued in place, we got to select a hanger that gets fused to the top and then Christine brought our creations to the kiln.  She would fire them overnight for us, along with several others that were made int he morning by a group of "Red Hat" ladies.  We walked with her as she brought them to the kiln and we both showered her with questions about how she made this or that as we walked past their workbenches.  She gave us a demo on how she makes a "simple" bird with a wing.  She showed us all the tools and some tricks.  I was amazed and impressed and then we spent over a half hour just wondering around the store looking at all the amazing pieces and wondering how they were made.
We could barely contain ourselves in anticipation of what our fired window art would look like when we picked them up the next day. (We paddled the Shubie the next day and BARELY got to the shop on time to pick them up!)

Robins waves... and amazingly, there are three orange/red kayaks and one blue one...  bobbing in the waves... exactly what happened when the four of us spent the afternoon "Shooting the Shubie"!

My Sunflower, with a little dragonfly friend and my signature Lady Bug!  You can be sure, I will go back again. Actually, I have a date booked already to bring Kelly, Gilli and Aubrey to work on their very own creations!

Shooting the Shubie

A few months ago, there was a conversation between a few of us who kayak about this very cool event that was coming up in June that doesn't happen very often.  It was an organized event called "Paddle to the Sea".  I didn't know much about it, but it did sound intriguing.  The idea was to kayak with the tide, from Shubenacadie to the Bay of Fundy

As most of you know, the Bay of Fundy is world famous for having the highest tides in the world.  The tides are powerful and there are several businesses based on the Shubie river for Tidal Bore River Rafting.  Well, this event was really the opposite of river rafting up the river.  We were riding the tide out of the river which you wouldn't experience anywhere else in the world, because no one has these amazing tides.  Why wouldn't someone join this event...  The plan was to start inland, at Shubenacadie, paddle 40 mms toward the bay of Fundy with the flow of the tide.  You end up in Maitland, where the biggest challenge would be getting out of the water due to the long walk through the mud, to get to shore.
One would visualize a lazy paddle down a peaceful river, with eagles flying overhead and deer standing on the banks.  Well, thats what Robin, Janice and I envisioned.  Well, until Janice emailed me one day and said... "are you bringing your skirt with you, someone told me the Shubie can get pretty rough".   I told Janice I wasn't going to bother.. because the tide was going OUT, not it... we would just be going with the tide!  After that, weird stories started popping up.. and my imagination was getting the better of me.. and I started to get really scared... rapids... swirls.... high waves... winds... tidal bore...

Our boats, all lined up.  We even got numbers.. I am #87.
It was explained that the spotters would want to make
sure that all boats were identified as they paddled by.

Robin and I waiting to get started.

But, common sense would take over.. and I would settle down again.  It was a yoyo effect...

Getting a jump on the crowds, we dragged out boats down early.

And then.. the adventure began.. June 10... early in the morning.  We arrive in Shubenacadie around 9 and we are very impressed with the amount of kayaks already laying next to the dock.  The people were milling around, dressed in everything from shorts and sandals to the totally cool and sexing full body kayaking outfits.    We unloaded all our gear and then Terry and Bill drove our cars to Maitland, 50 km away.  They caught the shuttle bus to come back.   While we waited for them, we were somewhat impressed and very relieved to see that many (over half) of the paddles were what I would call "my age, or older" and there was even a little dog, going on this paddle.  What was I worried about.  We started joking about how worried we had both been, and we decided we were going to have to really "embellish the experience when we were done, so that Janice would think it was a terrible experience, since she backed out at the last minute.   Robin and I decided to get out boats in the river before the guys came back because we wanted to get a jump on the crowds.  Once the men got back, they were one of the first onto the dock and into the water and we started paddling around 10:15.

The Freakin WIND

 We hit the river with a determination, not to lightly paddle, because the head guy said if you don't paddle with purpose, you might not make it to the end of the river before the tidal bore.  This statement seriously affected my attitude about this river.  Its the first time that possibility was ever raised, but it started to play with my mind.  We started paddling and we were ahead of everyone except maybe 10 paddlers who had started off 10-15 minutes before us.
it wasn't long before the winds started blowing and around every corner a renewed sense of how long this paddle was going to be if those winds did not let up.
One of the many paddlers we ran into that day all had the same complaint and most said it wasn't going to get any better.  Within the first hour we have several kayaks and canoes pass us, most of them were double paddlers (2 in the boat) but lots of very serious single man boats too.

Paddling through chocolate Milk

 I had that feeling that if we weren't the last people in the river, we wouldn't get caught by the tidal bore, and so far we were ahead of about 40 paddlers.  The water was a lot rougher than we ever imagined and the wind took any advantage away from us that the current would have given us... but we persevered.   4 hours of paddling was our goal because that's what buddy told us we should be able to do it in...

Less than an hour into it, we hit our first big "swirling eddys".  Robin got trapped in one, and I wasn't far behind her but we seemed to manage to get free with some creative paddling but it left us shaken and scared.. We didn't take our eyes off of the ripples that were coming at us, looking quite innocent but hiding these swirling washing machine currents.  Minutes later, we were tiptoeing through another powerful set of "ripples" and I took the wrong path and ended up in a sideways twirl and my skeg was sticking in the sand while the fast moving waters twirled me around and around.  Robin steered clear and Terry had to come back to ram my kayak to stop me from twirling.  Once I got my skeg up, I was at the mercy of the waves but with Terry's help I got turned around.  I was totally scare but really mad too, I wasn't letting that happen again.  There are no pictures of these events, but thanks to a video someone took of the day, you can get a sense of the waves and water.  Its posted at the end of this blog.  The many times that the wind seemed to calm down, we  were able to take in the beauty of the shore line, the rocks were gigantic, the mud was amazing but more important was the high water marks on the rocks. Quite impressive and awe inspiring.

Wind blown hair but still smiling.
We thought we had 1 hour left... ugh

 This sounds easy but the fast moving waters were playing havoc with what direction the kayaks would go in, plus they sand and water were beating on our legs and feet.    We then had to jump into rapid moving currents without letting the kayak get turned against the current... but once we got in.. it was FAST moving and quite exciting.. mostly because we were moving a far distance in little time... 

Bill walking a sand bar, Robin paddling just beside him

The bridge with the tide rushing in...

 Never got a picture of the Bridge because I couldn't let go of my paddles long enough to get my camera out.  We were constantly paddling or correcting our direction.  The bridge was full of eddys, undertows, fast moving rapids, and swirling waters... no time to take a break. 

This was the bridge we couldn't take a picture of.. it was the day
before at low tide... 

  Another hour past the bridge we came upon our last rescue zodiac sitting watching for paddlers. 

He buzzed over and said we have 2 1/2 miles to go.  That sounds not too bad... but his second statement did me in... you have "35 minutes" before the tidal bore arrives.   Oh dear God.  He said he thought we could make it but I knew there was no way, in these winds we were going to make it that far in 30 minutes...  but we tried... we paddled for 30 minutes, non stop, no thinking, no looking around.  Head down, paddles in a good rhythm and when we looked up... we felt like we hadn't even gone a mile.  The other really unnerving thing was that the zodiac was following us in... and then... he passed us....   and then... he stopped... he hollered over the water sounds and the wind... "the bore is on its way..  you have 5 minutes.......  better get to shore!"  And we did.... not just us... there was about 10 kayaks and canoes where we landed, and we say kayaks dotting the shore lines all the way up the part of the river we could see.

Waiting for the Tidal Bore to arrive

We hauled in and up the shore and sat on the rocks, tired, sore and disappointed that we didn't make it to the end.

Coming right behind them... the sun is shining on the bore line.

Blisters... my gloves just did not help.

As we sat on shore, we laughed with all the others who were stuck, all of us commenting on how this was not what we were expecting today..  We had paddled 5 hours and 20 minutes, and we were ahead of at least 30 boats.  Those 30 boats were pulled in at the bridge apparently, because if you hadn't past the bridge by a certain time, you weren't making it to the end.  Our little troupe of 10 or so kayaks were sort of on the cusp.
As we sat watching the tide go past us, we were entertained by zodiacs taking groups of paying customers up the river to experience the tide in a different direction.  We waved and laughed wondering what they thought of this bunch of tired out paddlers littered all over the shore line of that last bend in the river.
Below is a Google picture of the last bend in the river.  The red line represents where we were stranded and where we had to go to finish the trek.  Believe it or not, that red line is 2.5 kilometres... we never would have made it.  You can see the sandbars that we had to paddle around, which just added to the distance we were paddling.
3 people and 3 kayaks were picked up every 15 minutes by our hero, the rescue zodiac and taken to the ramp at the River Runners dock.  It took well over an hour for us to get rescued and there were plenty along the shore long who waited longer than that...

All in all, it was an amazing adventure.  The first few rapids and swirls had my heart racing and panic stirring, but by hour 4,  we were taking the rapids and fast currents with gusto and purpose.  To get to the end.  A new paddling friend and I cut through some blood rushing rapids like we were pros, and then laughed afterwards, saying that 3 hours before we would have been scared to death... but now.. piece of cake.

Robin, Donna, Bill & Terry

Happy to be back on land, full from the lovely lunch that was put on for us, and tired from the day, we hit the road for the 2.5 hour drive back home.   We thought we might stop for  supper and a beer, but we were so darn tired, we just wanted to get home.  We stopped at Tims for a coffee and cookie and then hit the road again for home...

a few days a after the paddle ~ this amazing video ~ showed up on youtube... and I was there... that was my paddle.

A Mouse in the House!

Yes, a mouse... How you ask.

The story begins last summer, when we thought we were so smart.  We installed a "cat door (see blog here)".  We thought we were so clever, because we were tired of being constantly hounded by our three cats to  "let me out".. "let me in"... etc.  Also, Tonks wouldn't go outside if she couldn't see that the door was open.

the  Cat door was a HUGE hit, to both the cats and to us.  We could sit and enjoy the evening without having to get up so often.

But in the middle of the summer, one quiet evening, I was sitting at my computer and out of the back of my mind, I could hear Paralax meowing at me, but her meow was different... it was .. prideful.. excited.... and then my MIND BURST!...   That is the "I have a gift for you".. meow.. But the really bad part was....  she was at my feet.  Sure enough...  there she was... standing tall,  presenting a nice big fat dead mouse.. in the house.. at my feet!  ugh.  Well, I got really mad at her.. and locked the cat door.  That was it, no more freedom.  Well like every parent.. she (and the other two) nagged, whined, whimpered and howled enough, that I gave in and a few days later we unlocked it and everyone was happy again.  That is, until the next "mouse event" when she arrived in the house with another one, except it wasn't all the way dead, just half dead.  Oh my God, I was over the edge on that one... and got really mad.  Locked that damn door again for a week this time, but I just couldn't stand the whining.
The rest of the summer went ok, with me giving them limited freedom... only allowing the door to be unlocked when we were near by.  We did have a bird incident later in the summer (too gross to talk about) and a couple of close calls but the rest of the summer and fall went along without any more indoor adventures.
Well,  its spring again.  They are soooo happy to be popping in and out of that cat door, that it makes me feel so happy for them.  Well, until Monday.
Monday night, terry comes home from bowling and starts messing around with the front landing.  He is banging things, moving stuff.. .and muttering under his breath.  He says... "Well, I think we have another mouse.".  But this time, its alive, its hiding under the radiator next to the front door.  Grrrr... its squeaking under there which is causing ALL kinds of excitement for the cats and ME!  Terry digs and prods with a stick, a flash light and gloves but no mouse.. although there is a lot of panicked squeaking.  Terry determines that this little scare critter is backed into a hole where the radiator pipe goes into the wall.
So.. all the cats get locked up... and we set a mouse trap with yummy, crunchy peanut butter and we place it very close to were the mouse is hiding.  End of story... almost.
When we got up the next morning, the trap is untouched... and the mouse is still in the hole.. squeaking his heart out....   We put the trap away,  because the cats are now roaming the house, and we leave for work.. figuring Mr. Mouse will meet his match.  This breaks my heart.. but there is nothing we could do.
When we arrived home after a long day... there was our little boarder... still squeaking... still in the hole.
Now what!  I got the flashlight and started poking around and I figured out that he went in the hole.. and dropped about 4 inches down between two 2 x 4s and the gyproc, trapping him in this small space. he couldn't climb up the gyproc to get out the hole.  Now my heart was really breaking... but Terry didn't really think I was right... what do I know about Mice abilities.  Well, one thing I do know, is that he was there two full days now.. with nothing to eat... and my heart was really breaking.. sooo.. late that night, when Terry wasn't looking... I dropped a nice big fat cranberry down in the hole...  poor little thing.  I really didn't want him to die in that hole... ewwww, that would be stinky.. so I needed him to keep up his strength until he found a way out.
Terry set the trap again.. but I thought it was quite a waste of time... and just like the morning before.. nothing touched in the trap (although, it could have been because he was stuffed with a cranberry belly).  Still squeaking too... (probably would like a glass of milk, now).
Off to work we went... and home again we came... he is still in the hole.. still peeping.  One thing I forgot to  mention is that the hole had a constant gate keeper... one or two of the cats sat or slept very close to the hole, most of the three days.. just in case!    For lack of a better idea, Terry decided to give the little guy one more night to try to get out of the hole.. and he locked up the cats, set the peanut butter trap.. and went to bed.  Meanwhile... I glued 3 popsicle sticks together... so they were about 10 inches long.. and popped it down the hole.. leaving it pop out... maybe this would help him  get out... and eat the peanut butter and get trapped.. a quick and painless death.
The next morning.. Terry checks the wall... and sees the stick.. (quite impressed that the mouse was able to carve those sticks out of the 2x4.. and glue them together to make them tall and extra sturdy).  With his eye rolling and snippy remarks... he said "its either gone or dead.  You would think he would go for the peanut butter after not eating for 2 days"   Oops.. I didn't mention the cranberry..  I wasn't convinced it was gone.. but I did think the stick had moved a bit.  But there was no squeaking.
After another day away at work, coming home.. and it was all quiet in the hole.. Terry figured he better try and get the carcass out of the hole... and in he goes with a saw....  actually, he had to cut a couple of holes to get right down to the spot where Mr. Mouse was.
Well, the good news was... he wasn't dead... the bad news was... he wasn't in there anymore, either.  The question is  ....where did he go.
We haven't got that question answered but we do have a new selection of mouse traps.  Ugh!

The end of the story though goes like this. Today, right after supper,  Pika.. my majestic hunter... popped into the house through the cat door.. carrying a nice big fat squirrel.  That enraged Terry and Pika was picked up (still holding the squirrel) and dragged outside where Terry shook Pika until he dropped the squirrel.. who ran across the deck, in front of Paralax and flew off the deck.
 
Needless to say.. the door has been permanently  altered.  Terry has engineered it so that it only opens one way.... there will be no more unlimited coming and going.

  

 Only "going".... 

Happy Secretary's Day

Well, I never thought I was going to get the honour of another Secretaries Day portrait.  When Pattianne retired from teaching 3 years ago, so did her tradition of having her grade primary/One or two students sneak to the office with some lame excuse, so they could study what we looked like and then go back to class and draw a FULL SIZE portrait of us.

I have had several of these portraits and each year they vary so much, its amazing that I look like all of those portraits.  Please check here and here for my last two..... that is before the one I got today!

It all began with a cheery "Good Morning" from nicely retired Pat who bounced into the office one morning this week as she does quite often.  Even though she is retired, she subs in our school fairly often as well as tutoring.    This particular day she was in a grade 1 classroom.  It was always so nice to see her... but today, she seemed more than pleased with herself, and she hadn't even started her day yet.  

It all became very clear to me when about mid morning, 4 little people from her class arrived at the office, looking like they had a mission to accomplish.  I had seen that look before... but when I asked if I could help them... they answered very quickly.... No, its ok.   

Now, Melinda, my new co-secretary what taken aback by this "dismissal" by these 4 little ones, but I told her to quickly stand up and come over.  We both stood there while they pretended to look all around the office, but I knew they were studying my brown sweater, my brown pants, my square glasses... hazel coloured eyes.. brown/blonde/gray hair.

I talked casually to Ms Cronin, talking about her white blouse, her brown pants.. and how we both have rectangular glasses.  I talked about her dark eyes... her straight dark hair and her lovely shoes.  She thought I was NUTS.... but I was helping the kids to remember what we were wearing and what we looked like!

Two days later, when Secretaries Day was officially recognized (we were actually spoiled on all 5 days of the week!)  Ms Elliott/Irving's class all arrived with this life size portraits along with comments and signatures

 This is me.  with my square glasses, large blue eyes, pink and purple shirt or short dress, with a scoop neck, filled with gems and bobbles.  I have two chokers on, one pink and one purple, to compliment my purple pants and big purple feet.  I have many fingers, multi plus grey teeth.

 This is Melinda With her beautiful blue shirt/dress... her extra long, super thin black legs and killer high heel blue shoes.  She has brown hair, millions of yellow teeth and no neck.  She is a little uneven in the shoulder department...  and I do believe one of my past pictures, I suffered the same affliction.

Each picture is surrounded by words spoken to Pat, the teacher, which she then writes down and they sign their name below.  I had several standard ones like "She is pretty", "She makes the announcements" "she has lots of bananas"(referring to the snack basket near my desk).  Melinda's had "She rings the bell" "She plays on her computer""She gives us snow pants".

 Our #1 favourite testimonial was written on Melinda's portrait though... by Aidan.  "She is in the office, she helps Mrs Peters.  They both love each other"!  You can't ask for anything better than to love your coworker who you work with every day!

Thank you Pattianne for another great Secretaries Day!

Spring has sprung.. again.

Monster Rhubarb - Late March

Its been sort of a crazy (but nice) spring here in the Valley.  We had almost summer like conditions in late March/early April.  It sort of gave us a false sense of spring.  Gardens were raked and twigs removed and lots of little spring treasures were unburied.

The garden Early April

With the nice weather, Terry spent an afternoon turning my little garden and getting all the sneaking moss and weeds out of it.  This was March and then the weather turned really cold and miserable for April.  It was nice to look out the window and see the nice clean garden, but it was way too cold to do anything out there.

Rhubarb- Strawberry type... 

 This is the Rhubarb I planted last spring, and it barely grew during the summer... I think just the shock of replanting, and then I  totally ignored it all summer.  We shall see how it fares this spring.  I am looking forward to some rhubarb from these little plants.

My compost Daffodils... weird

These rogue daffodils popped up in the thick layer of oak leaves in my compose.  I think its a little gift from Wendy's dad... and you see, the flowers are facing her house...

Same Monster Rhubarb -mid April

Monster Rhubarb - early May

 Just two weeks later, the big monster rhubarb that I keep trying to give to my sister is again too big to transplant to New Brunswick.  I am going to have to dig it up this fall... geeeeesh.  Another year of monster rhubarb harvesting.

Strawberry Rhubarb - mid April

Strawberry Rhubarb - Early May

 I think my little strawberry rhubarb will be successful this year.  I am looking forward to small bright red stalks instead of the giant, green stalks from my monster plants.  Should be interesting if my muffins I make will taste any different with the small red chunks... 

THE ENEMY!

We filled a big yard garbage bag today with these pesky little yellow dandelions.  Man, some of them grew bigger than my rhubarb.  What is their secret!

White Bleeding Heart Mid April

Bleeding Heart early May

Mystery Daffodils getting even bigger in my compost

Nut Hatch

This narrow tree trunk is in our side garden.  The tree broke off two years ago.  This hole appeared last fall and  today we saw little nuthatches birds going in and out of this with nest building materials.  I brought them two beetles and a grub I found while digging.. I hope they like them.

Ah, my babbling brook.