Skip to comments.Dad and sons paddle around Lake Superior
Posted on 08/10/2011 7:47:34 AM PDT by JoeProBono
HAZELHURST, Wis.- A Wisconsin man said he and his sons, ages 14, 12 and 10, have completed a 1,600-mile journey around Lake Superior in 72 days.
Joe Bodewes, 45, of Hazelhurst said he and sons Will, 14, Luke, 12, and Noah, 10, set out from Black River Harbor in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in May and returned to the location two weeks ahead of schedule, The (Ironwood, Mich.) Daily Globe reported Tuesday.
Bodewes said the older two boys each had their own kayaks while Noah rode with his father. He said the trip raised money for children in Tanzania with HIV, the virus that causes AIDS.
The father said he and his sons averaged 20 to 25 miles per day.
One of my favorite times was taking an inflatable kayak by seaplane to Isle Royale in northern Lake Superior. I had a great week paddling around the northern end of the island from Rock Harbor, heading as far south as Malone Bay via all the inland lakes and waterways. I didn't tear a hole in the kayak until the last day (and managed to reach Edisen Fishery before sinking :-)
But probably one of the scariest times of my life was coming up the channel from Belle Isle heading towards McCargoe cove, into open water. I was facing a strong headwind and gradually found myself in 4-6 foot swells with some hitting maybe 8 feet high. Maybe nothing to a 'real' kayaker, but way more than I felt I could handle in my little inflatable. I had to fight every second of the way to keep myself oriented and upright in the icy water.
It was great fun, but I won't be doing that again...
I once took my 16’ canoe out on Green Bay while staying at Peninsula State Park. Keeping out of the lee of some very large ships convinced me not to do it again...
My boys and I were out in one of the fingers of the Chesapeake Bay last night. Beat the storm to shore by about 3 minutes.
Used to hit the Chesapeake out of Turkey Point (Western shore) and many times from Grace Creek and the Choptank (Eastern shore). Many a summer afternoon we would keep one eye on the clouds building to the west and when that water turned flat and dark green, all lines were brought in and it was a race (with about 300 other boats) to the closest port for some crabs and beer to finish off the day. Good times!
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