ORFS Kayak on the Connecticut River

Tuesday, July 26: Outdoor Recreation for Seniors (ORFS) gathered for our weekly outing, the kayakers heading north on the Connecticut River. Vermont Adaptive Sports went out as we were gathering, taking a group of school age, probably autistic youth, who seemed to have a wonderful time. Using about 10 canoes and kayaks, they were well upriver before I was able to launch – and when I did, I got the inflatable cushion I sit on unevenly under me, so once on the river ended up taking it out. Eventually I caught up with other slow ORFS!

There were lots of ducks – the babies at the launch were catching up on their beauty sleep later.

Actually, except for the vigilant mama, most of the ducks were drowsing in the heat of the day!

ORFS went on and up a small creek near Hanover.

Norwich/Hanover bridge

We returned to the launch after about 5 1/2 miles on the water, and pulled out chairs and sat at the picnic tables to visit over lunch. It was a perfect day, not too windy (although on the nose for our return, of course!), not too hot, not too strenuous.

Back to Sunday’s Kayaking

With two of my kayaks loaded on the roof of the car, a friend and I headed over to the “Celebration of Life” for another friend, and fellow kayaker. Following the ceremony, food, and visiting, we went to the next lake south in a chain of lakes down the center of Vermont, Lake Rescue. It was hot. It was a mid-summer afternoon. It was a Sunday! It was packed. There were lots of power boats, water skiers and tubers, pontoon boats, paddle boats, kayaks – everyone at their lake house, enjoying water sports. Oh, well – we wanted the exercise, and it felt good to get wet.

Loon nesting platform – and loon that won’t fit on it!

Pretty big boat house for a couple of canoes – at least rain won’t fill them with water!
Not sure what he’s doing… A sculpture on shore
I sure wouldn’t want to go down to the dock – and realize I’d forgotten something!

Kayaking with ORFS at Otter Pond

Tuesday, June 28: Outdoor Recreation for Seniors (ORFS) was out on a small lake, with a brisk wind. It was windy enough that a few of the kayakers opted to walk with the hikers instead. But the conditions were not too bad; one had to work harder to go upwind, but control was easy, and the waves were manageable. It was a beautiful day.

The blueberries are still green, but coming along:

And the Sheep Laurel (Kalmia angustifolia) was bright along the waters.

The water lilies, both white and yellow, are thick along the shores. There are a lot of insects crawling on all of them.

There were ducks, and a cormorant:

There is one new house – so new it’s not finished yet! And I like the architecture, especially the window echoing the arch. 

Back at our launch point, we ate lunch together, and enjoyed the flowers next to us.

Kayaking the Waits River, Vermont

Friday, 9/18: It was time to leave our campsite at Ricker Pond. I had no deadline, so I stopped in Bradford, Vermont, to paddle the Waits River. The launch is close to where the river joins the Connecticut River, so if one wishes, there is lots of water to explore. I went upstream until I ran out of water – maybe with higher water I could have gone further, but probably not much.

Downstream, past the above “sculpture” and past the landing and on out toward the Connecticut. There are lots of cattail marshes, with excellent habitat for waterfowl, and windy twisty passages that open up to more water.

Going under this rail bridge leads to the Connecticut River.

South (downstream)
and north (upstream)

Anyone need to sit for a while?? As far as i could tell, the only access was through the cornfield. One more view on my way back – if you look carefully, you can see the church steeple in town.

Kayaking Ricker Pond

Thursday, September 17: Being camped at Ricker Pond, we had to paddle it – and the weather was gray and uninspiring, so we decided to stay on site, rather than go elsewhere. It’s a small pond, not a great challenge, but pretty. We were greeted by ducks:

paddled to the dam at the far end,

and paddled back.

Stairs to nowhere?