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Aneta Nessel
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Kim Wojnowicz

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Anne Schofield
Roger Harrod

It has been increasingly difficult to report on the club’s paddles: they are picture perfect, harmonized, synchronized, organized, and happy. Just that. If the world was perfect, nobody would read the news. If nothing happens at the paddles, who will read the trip reports? C’mon paddlers, get some events going! Capsize every now and then, slip in the mud, get stranded in the reeds, lose a skeg, get a tarantula in your cockpit… Something. Anything! Please???

- Yours truly soon-to-be-boring scribe A.N.

Last Sunday the total of 23 paddlers participated in the Kayuta Lake paddle. We had 18 paddlers from Group 1, three paddlers from Group 2, and two lost (and late) souls who passed us on the way back but otherwise paddled on their own. They were Rick and Cindy, Bob, Dave L., Dave F., Lynn, Patti, Kim W., Hugh, Jim, Aneta and Robert, Michelle, Gene and Tish, Phil T., Susan, Nina – a new club member, Pam, Roger and Anne, and Chuck and Patty.

Several club members deserve recognition for finding a creative way to reduce their carbon footprint: Kim, Jim, Hugh, and Susan carpooled with Tish and Gene to have all the kayaks on one trailer and only one vehicle to travel the roads. To top it off, Tish made deviled eggs that she graciously shared with everybody just before the paddle. Thanks to Gene and Tish for fueling the paddlers and not multiple cars

The paddle was wonderful, the weather perfect, the motorboat traffic moderate, the kayak traffic exceptionally high, the water temperature ranging from 60 to 65 degrees, and the coordination between the two groups well thought out and masterfully done. We stopped at our usual beach area notorious for spontaneous swimming incidents, but this time the break was uneventful and we ate our snacks in peace.

Having completed 12 miles over the course of three hours including the break, we loaded up and proceeded to the Buffalo Head Inn for dinner, where we were delightfully rowdy while waiting for our chicken and biscuits, unidentifiable heaps of food covered in gravy, and other delicious dishes. Thanksgiving coma ensued thereafter.