Westward Spring 2023

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Well, maybe it was ‘just a period of life that a person could paddle through.’


With all intentions of doing some paddlin, I loaded up the truck along with ‘Pearl’ the trailer – and headed westward, 2023.


Through Memphis, where the sign said “anywhere but here – and ‘anything Green helps”……


Through Arkansas where at 11pm and 1000 miles we pulled into a nice travel center in OKC, and found horizontal peace until first thing in the morning. In traveling I like to cover as many miles as possible on the first day, before finding a room (for Kim) within more moderate distances in the days ahead. This trip, she was my company.


Along with being a ‘good travel sport,’ she also had a couple things on her bucket list that we could knock off…


With some extra ‘zip’ in my coffee, we made Amarillo and the Big Texan, right at lunch.


mmmmeat,! I had the lunch prime and it hit the spot, mmm.


We endured a nice ride on I-40, while others trodled along on the nearby Rt 66…


The trains piercing the landscape were miles long…….


even the Willy-Wonka truck was doing his duty…..


We spent a night in Santa Rosa, NM – then proceeded through Albuquerque, and to Gallup, where we found lunch at the Golden Corral food-trough.

2305-IMG_6068 Then upward and across Arizona to the Hopi Reservation Cultural Center for a night.


That was an interesting stay, nice room – but I think it was a first to where it was easiest to unload/load a nights luggage through the rooms window…..

 The next day began what we came for; backroads –


and wide open spaces…


Tuba City, AZ

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right on over to the Big Wash….. 


The Grand Canyon at the Desert View tower….


Yes, it was a big hole – but most importantly, something off her bucket-list. Done.


Then back across those wide open spaces.

There were others out there too; adventurers, adventuring.

Lots of neat looking highway.

to Kayenta, Az

where we found a great room, with a fine porch to roost on –

alongside another ‘roosting’ one..

and the local food was more than enough…

then once again, it was time for the road – “Leave early, enjoy the ride.”

Many of my rides too are about “closing little-circles.” My personal definition of little circles is; ‘an interesting comparison of memory, perceptions, and present reality of a place that you remember and have been before“….. That windmill I have visited before;

in 2010, and in 2015. Not important to many, but the image did inspire me to do a barn-quilt painting – which is one of my favorites.

But anyway, nice to close those little circles – before another stop at four corners.

It too is quite a change from 13 years earlier. Eight bucks to get in, walk around and look at Indian jewelry, no complaint. My smile here came from a National Lampoon movie (Rusty Griswald’s trip) where Rusty wanted to spend a private moment on the marker with his wife, they were confronted by a crowd and law enforcement from 4 states. 🙂

We chose Colorado, our original destination for a family visit (and maybe some paddlin).

another corral of sorts.

and a visit with an old Church/school chum in Durango, Co – Chuck Rickards, FMHS 70.

To a great little spot (and soft bed) alongside a little lake in Pagosa Springs – thank you Joe/Judy.


I guess I’ve completely lost track of the reason for this post, I hope that you understand…..

Paddle The Nanticoke River

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The Nanticoke River

Along the Nanticoke

Along the Nanticoke

A paddle down the Nanticoke river.  A @ 64 mile river that runs from mid-Delaware through Maryland and into the Chesapeake bay – I knew little about it.  The only thing historical that I knew (and not for sure) is that Captain John Smith had made his way up it in the 1600’s while exploring the ‘nook’s and crannies’ of the Chesapeake bay.


Now I wasn’t much in school, but history could hold my interest longer than anything else.  Life at 60 (mph) now has me spending about four months a year in the area and the Nanticoke has been a tempting target for a paddle.  In liking distance paddling and having this river close left the possibility of a short shuttle – with an easy pick up only an hour or so away.  The peninsula of Delaware/Md and the eastern shore of Va is not a large expanse – end to end is a casual ride on the backroads.

Gordy (a brother-in-laws brother) nearby and always always willing to get out and sleep under the stars, was eager for a paddle too.  We launched from the Seaford city boat ramp on a Thursday and figured for three or four nights on the river.  The trip wasn’t about speed; it had been a long summer without any overnight paddles – I really just wanted to get out of the house and break the cycle of things, so maybe this was more a paddle about escape…..

We launched at low tide. If a person could choose their date of paddle and have it coincide with the tide – paddling ‘out’ to the bay would be best with a launch at high-tide – you could ride it outward.  Fot this trip each morning for us was low tide – at 8 am……its just water under you.

Minimum goals were; reaching Nanticoke, Md on the Chesapeake bay with a secondary goal as Deal Island and a greater goal of reaching Christfield, Va.  Meeting the later two goals would require several miles of open bay to complete; anyway this was our mindset at launch.

In the beginning several creeks combine at Middleford to form the Nanticoke. It becomes a navigable river while progressing through the downtown area of Seaford. With access to the Chesapeake, the Nanticoke’s waters are tidal and its shores hold a palpable feel of ‘coastal’ flavor.

The view from a kayak is from ‘see-level’…..

We noticed the numbered channel markers, Seaford stood in the 68 region; not sure if they stood for the actual mileage because with the calm waters of the morning it sure seemed like they passed quickly.

It felt good to be back on the water.

The water was flat and I forgot about my arms; that happens when the natural setting of a place takes over your thoughts. Its through these two portholes that I am allowed to observe life along another of earth’s wonderful tear-ducts.

It wasn’t long before we came upon the Woodland ferry, one of the oldest (if not the oldest) cable drawn ferry’s in the US.  It has been in continuous operation since the 1740’s; lots of history.  As we neared it made its crossing; easily exposing the cable in front of us that guided its course.

The miles before Sharptown seemed relatively mundane; at low tide its easy to see where the turtles have slid into or out of the river – the reeds are common – pretty similar to other coastal areas that I have paddled; but what was it that I was looking for anyway?

We had observed more than 10 bald eagles as the miles on the Nanticoke continued to pass quickly, wildlife habitat is noticeably abundant along the Nanticoke.

Hwy 313 Sharptown


From Delaware is Sharptown; a little town just in Maryland with a nice pavilion and boat ramp. It was a great place to stop, stretch, and have a sandwich.

The next rivertown after Sharptown was Vienna, Md in pre-planning the paddle it seemed a good goal for the first day; maybe find a pavilion, gazebo, or some level ground to stop and pitch the tents. We also knew that in our three-day window of paddling the Nanticoke; that this would be the worst day ‘weather-wise’ that we would face. As we paddled from Sharpton the morning turned into early afternoon and the weather came distinctly from the SW; the direction we were headed.

The Nanticoke grows in size and the breeze continued to nurture those gentle ripples into ranting waves; of which we battled head-on in open water and along sections of shoreline. It was almost a cruel joke; but having paddled similar waters this really was ‘just a part of it.’

There are points in paddling that you pull all the associated factors together and make some decisions; different rivers/lakes present alternating factors that affect any paddling strategy that you may have. The factors of the Nanticoke on this date was the one of paddling the longer routes of the shoreline which provided some natural protection from the adverse winds.  Still, there are always points where crossing the meandering ranges of a river is necessary.

The illusion of wind and tide coming against you is that you not progressing, when the truth is – you are simply achieving less – sometimes it takes a glance into the shoreline to see any advance. The afternoon had pitted us against the wind and waves; there was even a ‘brutal’ point to it all – ‘one stroke at a time,’ jail-break stuff.

Thoughts then, passed happy thoughts of not being in a canoe – but from Sharptown that’s where we were with the elements. Pounded; It just meant that we weren’t going to get as far as we had hoped for the day, but hey, this was about enjoying the outing, right?

With the hwy 50 bridge and Vienna (the goal) in sight (actually 3 miles away), we found a stand of trees near the marker 34 (I think) – Gordy stated that he had enough! It was a good call.  The crossing we had just made toward this stand of trees had taken more than an hour – the last couple of hours were at the point one couldn’t even stop to take a drink – or you would risk losing ground.

The day of pleasurable paddling had become WORK!

and I easily agreed with the stop! – after all, this was about being on the river, not doing the river.

Good things don’t come easy.

Solid paddlers go down with the sun and rise with the morning light, it was no different on the Nanticoke. I got up a couple of times to stoke the fire as the rain and weather passed. There was a single owl in the night, along with combinations of screeches from the eagles.  Within it all I slept great, even though there were also periods of the associated sounds of a highway in the distance.

With daylight came hot-water and some of that ‘river-jolt’ coffee.  Food was an old MRE of eggs and bacon that I was using up from a previous paddle.  The river was calm.


Day 2 on the Nanticoke

Picking up as you rise is another rhythm of spending time in motion along a river.  It came easy along with early conversation about the things you should or should not talk about before you go to sleep alone in the woods.   A few early laughs and our kayaks were packed and ready to slide into the water like a big ole Florida gator.

Once again on the water by 8am. Yep another low tide point; – tide coming in. The plus was that it was early and that the weather of the day was improved – this time winds from the NW were into our backs.

Vienna, Md

Vienna, Md

Vienna came on the early flat waters of the Nanticoke, the land of an indian village when John Smith came through in the 1600’s.  The highway 50 bridge marks a sharp bend in the river for the tows to navigate. Yes, there are towboats and barges on the Nanticoke – like the Mississippi.  The difference here is that a tow pushes a single barge; on the Mississippi they push up to 42!, yes six wide and seven deep! been there.

Fishermen were trying their luck as we passed under the bridge.

Vienna had a great little marine/dock area; along with a small park and pavilion along the shore.



And there was some riverstuff along the way too, I really like riverstuff – and would have a yard full of it if I could; maybe it runs in the family.

Eagle GBA

Eagle GBA

More eagles on the second day; the one above had dropped out of the sky and into the marsh on a female; who then flew out. He took a good long drink before flying off to rejoin her, making me wonder if eagles ‘paired’ for life. The marsh/wildland habitat along the river so far has been commendable; the area is alive with foul.  We noticed numerous ‘duck-blinds’ too, indicating that its an active eastern fly-way for geese and ducks.

It was easy to become absorbed with the surroundings before noon, but as things warm the wind reminded us that it too was present. Even though the wind was at our backs, that too created challenges.

tail winds

tail winds

There were times that we had to put the wind at our back and shoot the long ‘line’ to the distant marker. ‘Rouge‘ 2-foot waves (as Gordy called them) would come over the rear of his vessel – and into it.  I was paddling in my oldest kayak, ‘traveller.’ Always an appaloosa of a pack-horse in which I have covered many miles across numerous states – but was beginning to doubt its ‘coastal’ worthiness.  The wind vs tide was causing me to do alot of ‘digging’ with my left paddle to hold my course.

With all of that my right arm began to cramp – I can’t think of this ever happening before. With more wind/tide ahead, it wasn’t a good time to cramp up.  Truth is that I hadn’t hydrated properly on day one.

During a cramp-break we reminded ourselves that we were out here to escape; not to beat ourselves up. Gordy had some Gatorade powder of which I put into my water supply, and after a 30 minute stop – it seemed to make the difference.

We eased down the smooth side of the river, stopping a bit later to step out and take a look around.  This is where we met a local farmer Bill Larimore, awesome man on a tractor working on a place for our wounded warriors to come hunt deer and maybe find some peace too.  It was great talking to Bill, nice guy. Bill also told us of a nearby shortcut that we could use through the upcoming marsh – it was out of the wind and helped alot in reaching the big water ahead.

Before the big-water and somewhere near the Fishing Bay Wildlife Management area we found a stand of trees breaking the wind and called it another early day.  With darkness upon us at 6pm each night in the fall, it was kinda nice to stop at three and enjoy setting up camp at three, no rush.

Facing east and sheltered from the relentless wind of day 2, our view over the marsh grass of the Nanticoke was spectacular; we even had a small fire at the shore.

It was a fine evening of small talk and chat, beverage, and simply being ‘away from all those doggone people’ out there.  After a simple supper, I stood on the sandy shore of low tide as this day became evening

– and the evening became night.

It was one of those nights along the river that reminded me alot of the Mississippi river adventure from a few years back.  There have been times where I have loved where I was so much – that I hated to go to bed each night. I savor those times.

As I did this night also; I did not want to climb into that tent.

Through the darkness of the night, the owls that I have come to love hearing along rivers returned.  Two or three chimed their tunes in the tall pines around us.  There were more of the sounds of eagles, and I was introduced to the Sika Deer’s presence; a small Asian deer that was introduced into the area in the 20’s. These deer make noises like I’ve never heard in the woods before.

I woke several times in an abyss of silence – I liked that too.

It was so quiet……. that I could hear dawn slipping in.

With the early light I stood on the little bit of shore we had as the sun broke over the horizon; now this is what paddling is about… being there, these moments. Life is good.

No hurry as the gear came together and the ‘river-jolt’ coffee came to brew. The place was beautifully lit by the morning sun.  It was low tide once again.

I think we made the first ripples in the Nanticoke on day 3 ; the water was flat as we set another long course toward the long point marker and Sandy Hill camp across the way.

The river continues to open up, once around long point we entered the Nanticoke River Sanctuary.  A large expanse of water, we were glad that there wasn’t a short-cut through the marsh from camp because it would have left us with a greater paddle across this bay.

We set a course to the only visible marker at long-point; then continued to adjust towards a longer course for Dashells point (at Tyaskin, Md) as the waves and any other factors allowed.

Monie Bay

Monie Bay

The mornings calmness was good to us and it was a long course across the bay (Gordy against the sunshine above).

Nearing shore at Wetipquin creek, we continued along the shore of the Chesapeake.

There are some really nice homes with awesome views along that stretch of water; these were a change from upriver – still something nice to look and think about in passing.

In the distance we could hear the steady rumble of a crabbing boat at work – as we got closer the ‘Addi-tude’ was out working in the bay; open exhaust, long gentle circles, outriggers rotating one dredge at a time in for culling. Loved it.

It was a beautiful day, you could see all the way to the horizon and hear as far.  This was our reward for paddling the Nanticoke….

Once past the jetty’s of Byvalve we continued down the shoreline in wanting to meet our goal of Nanticoke.  At ragged point just before Nanticoke we encountered some pretty good rollers and the wind had picked up since Byvalve – lets reevaluate.

Stopping to stretch at ragged point we noticed the same type of ‘favorable’ waves that had worked us hard through the previous day – was another mile worth it?

Another one of those decisions; some more of theose ‘factors.’  We had indeed accomplished and met our initial goals (escape, paddled as far as Nanticoke) – with that said, we headed back to the Cedar Hill Marina at Byvalve hoping for some ‘land-food.’  On return the waves had increased further and it was quite the ride getting to the end of the jetty and entering the marina – once inside the jetty’s there was plenty of flat-water waiting for us.

Cedar Hill - Byvalve, Md

Cedar Hill – Byvalve, Md

Evidently this is a part of a paddle trail also – always good to see those signs.


And the crabbers came in to fill some local buckets. One fellow said that they wanted to ‘get them before they got down in the mud.’  This time of year (October) the crabs fatten up and go deep for winter….

but not these guys……..


Paddlin the Nanticoke was great.  As I sat just down the road at Booniee’s Beer & Bait scarfing down some fine wings and a cold brew while staring at Katlyn (the bartender dressed like an indian) – I thought about the river and the experience of paddling down from Seaford to the bay.

I’d love to tell you more about how beautiful it was and how neat the wildlife and all the other riverstuff along the way was – but I’m stuck on how good it feels to escape through paddling a kayak.  A good couple days/nights in the wild on the river is good for ones soul, thanks Nanticoke – I needed that.

Life is indeed good.


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Hwy-50E Nevada – Utah

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With 850 miles to ride across Nevada and Utah I depart South Tahoe early (8 am), wondering what those bac-roads held and just how far I might make it.  Having a couple days before Delta, Co I could enjoy the ride.  What I did need was a good nights rest before Saturday before the two-day Gunnison River paddle.


In short time I passed through Carson City, grabbed a coffee and continued eastward.  Now that I’m headed towards the East it was quick to notice the sun in the face rather than at my back in the mornings, I sure liked the morning rides westward – just seemed the windshield was always cleaner with the sun rising behind.


Its a barren sort of landscape, unremarkable in that nothing really jumps out if you just think of the ride.  Along the road it’s lots of brush and tumble-weeds, even an old stage-coach road bed from the 1860’s remains noticeable.


Middlegate, stop and check out the bar….

The slow-to-change landscape holds history in check – rail beds over century old paths.



“Life’s circles,” several years later as my sister Janis rode her bike across the US.


I am making the Delta trip with some folks that have an interest in petroglyphs, so it just seemed to fit when I saw The Grimes site .  It’s pretty interesting to walk around where the natives of a few thousand years ago left their marks on the rocks, religious or just a stone library ? who knows, but it was an interesting walk.

It was also just across from some jets doing the ‘top-gun’ thing, fun to watch – further down the road I came across the Naval Centroid facility and they were doing live target runs – neat!

Maybe the dried salt-beds hold some answer why the natives valued this area of the country so much, then I noticed the large sand dune and imagined it blowing and accumulating over the peaks eon’s ago – most all that you see provides a real sense to the geological changes that once occurred here.

Simple reasons to take a moment,

Even a ‘shoe-tree,’ yeah a shoe tree – not sure what the shoe thing is like the southern California shoe fence, but there had to ‘ve been two thousand shoes on this tree and on the ground below it (the ripe-ones).

I guess there’s not much to do out here…

soon passed through the little town of Austin, Nev

It was near the summit of a pass, there were several passes along the way in the neighborhood of 5000 to 7400 feet, the view in the distant changed several times – from snow…

to the long ribbon of highway stretching out through the Great Basin in front..

long stretches of only sagebrush and asphalt,

out of all the windows, the rear too

there were many changes to the terrain over the miles, elevation changes, and passes

There were even (several) dried out salt-lakes, this one Sevier Lake was drive-able (at your own risk).

but shadows were getting as long as the highway,


time to call it a night, 545 miles – 300 to go.

I awoke at the rest area atop the San Rafael Swell, beautiful place to wake.  The early morning sunlight slid through the crack in the great wall – this is how the day in Utah started – and just kept getting better

Moab, and the Archway National Park

Again, it’s hard to convey the true scale of this view with a 2$ camera – but it was at least 200′ down and huge, awesome at the same time.  Folks were taking another trail to get to the base of the arch – but the combination of the walk from Lake Tahoe plus the angle of the sun – I was fine with this view.

and so was Harlan (from ATVriders.com) we talked a little about the magnitude of force that blew through and shaped all of this – it had to of been immense.

Petrified Dunes

Balanced Rock

Few words can really capture the Arches National Park sense, it needs to be seen. I had ran 30 miles out of the way on impulse and made it by 9am, as I was leaving it all started to change –

They must have unloaded Moab because where there were no-one coming in, the gates were jammed as I departed – good timing.

I did ‘swing through’ Moab, it was as alive as the Vegas strip – lots and lots of bikers.  Every car I noticed as I headed back up Hwy 128 was just loaded with Bikes coming in – Friday.

It just another ride down a long ‘grand’ canyon with the Colorado River along side,

Over the river and through the woods –

to Colorado again – long story short, made it. I’m tired will return later and fix any mistakes….

Two day paddle tomorrow on the Gunnison, should be colorful.

California Ride

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After paddling the Colorado below the Hoover Dam, I entered California from Kingman, Az all while remaining on the bac-roads.  Continuing along those lesser used highways I worked my way Southward towards San Diego to visit my son – one section ran through Needles, Ca. a city rich with ‘Route-66’ history.


The bac-roads are always ‘alive’ with little things if you just take time to notice, there was graffiti along the railroad – stones played out in names/words and this fence with all the shoes on it popped up out of nowhere – interesting, and I left a few ‘do-dads’ myself.  It really doesent take much to entertain these simple thoughts of mine.

It was into the evening when I finally made San Diego and to my Son’s home.  Kim flew in for some time and the ride Northward along the Pacific Highway-101 to Asti, and the Asti Winery for a wedding the following week.


While in San Diego we enjoyed some simple time at the San Diego Zoo, an Airshow at Miramar AFB, and then browsed a couple of the local ‘junk’ stores. A week later and a ride up the coast line 101 and Hwy-1 to Monterey and then to Santa Rosa

Beautiful drive up towards Santa Barbara, the Big Sur, and to Monterey.

With a couple ‘adjustment’ stops.

101_1333and some ‘junk’ stops.

but really scenic, much better than staring at a rear bumper in 6-lanes of traffic


another ‘change of pace’ from the Arizona dryness of the past weeks

It was a little different ‘running with’ another vehicle after traveling so far – but then again it was also a rare privilege in spending the time with my son – the kids have each done so well. As for me I left my razor in the Carolina’s; part of my ‘takinayearoff’ process.













and once again, lots of folks – like ants





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