To Kiss the Killarney Stones

by Marti Uher

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What? You went to Ireland? Did you kiss the Blarney Stone? Well not exactly, but parking oneself with one’s derriere on the rocks of Killarney may well be considered an act of kissing its stones. Seems when family have asked me what I’ve been up to this summer and I mention, “Oh I went kayaking in Killarney, and…” Here I get interrupted with, “You went kayaking in Ireland?” Some of my family members, who have spent time in Ireland, know much more about the Killarney of Ireland than our own Killarney right here in Ontario.

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The Orchid Trip 2010

orchid1.jpgby Šárka Lhoták

If you’ve paddled for a while, the trips just come and go; you paddle, swim, the sun is shining, scenery is great, and you’ve been there and seen it all.  But some trips stand up.  They become memorable for the camaraderie, difficult conditions overcome, unusual sightings of wildlife, and become part of the lore on future trips.  This trip was one of them.

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Paddling With Whales

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by Šárka Lhoták

I arrived at the Paradis Marin campground, parked the car and walked to the office to register.  As I looked over the wide waters of the St.Lawrence estuary, I saw two white backs that slowly dove under water.  Belugas!  It couldn’t have been anything else, white like this!  So they are really here!

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The Argonauts Make Good

by Jim Fitton

It is amazing what road distance can be quickly covered by one who relishes the prospect of a paddle on the Big Lake; 880 kilometres in 10.5 hours with just three short stops at Tims. It was the last day of June, cool and rainy as the season had already been, and would continue to be that year. So much for global warming!

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Return to the Land of the Gitchi Manitou

Wendy Killoran

The mystical power of Manitoulin Island had drawn me back. I had returned to kayak around this sacred island for a second time. In 2004, I’d paddled counter clockwise, starting and ending at South Baymouth with a partner. This time, during July, 2009, I was here alone to paddle clockwise and to paddle solo in the presence of the Gitchi Manitou, the Great Spirit of aboriginal North Americans. I would feel this mystical power as I had felt it in 2004.

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