Fathom Five National Marine Park

A SEA KAYAKER’S PARADISE

A Sea Kayaker's Paradise
A Sea Kayaker’s Paradise

by Wendy Killoran
Photos by Jim Gear

A stack of towering dolomite soared above my kayak as I paddled the jade green water lapping at its base. Mellow light bathed the flowerpot as the sun sank lower in the western sky, almost obscured by the lofty cliff, which is part of the Niagara escarpment, snaking its way sinuously to Flowerpot Island in the Georgian Bay.

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Tales of the Rideau

 Entering Davis Lock

Entering Davis Lock

by Paula Huber

June 1, 2002, the wind howled sending strong gusts slashing the waters of Mooney’s Bay, Rideau River. My heart thumped as my husband gave me a shove and I slid across the choppy water in my 12-ft. Sun Flight kayak. My Rideau Canal journey had begun, an 11-day paddle from Hog’s Back lock station, Ottawa, to Portsmouth Marina, Kingston, a distance of 190 kilometres.

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Kayaking the Edisto River in South Carolina

Paddling in the Snuggedy Swamp
Paddling in the Snuggedy Swamp

by Keith Rodgers

We have driven down the monotonous stretch of the I-95 south of Richmond, Virginia. Miles of straight blacktop, except when it’s silver grey concrete streaked with long black rubber skid marks that end with no explanation, not even a shard of glass. It was late in April when we came south, and by mid-morning it was already hot on the Carolina coastal plain. Large billboards pushing fireworks and towel outlets flicked by. The carcasses of dead truck tires lay in twists on the highway’s shoulder, mile after mile. Like the rest of the endless traffic we ran along at a respectable 10 mph above the limit. From time to time I checked breaks in the roadside tree cover for the cars of lurking state troopers or glanced up through the windshield at the rope securing the prow of the kayak on the car roof. For over 800 miles neither gave us any trouble.

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Paddling with Puffins and Vikings – Iceland

AN ICELANDIC PADDLING ADVENTURE

Huge flocks of floating guillemots speckled the water...
Huge flocks of floating guillemots speckled the water…

by Wendy Killoran

I had anticipated this moment for several months, camped at Hornvik’s sweeping beach with an expansive view of craggy Hornbjarg rising majestically half a kilometre straight from the ocean. My paddling companions, six Icelandic men (Baldur Petursson, Gummi Breiddal, Petur Hilmursson, Sveinbjorn Kristjansson, Eythor Pall Hauksson and Halldor Sveinbjornsson), were busy with meal preparations. A soft light filled the sky, even though it was midnight. It was early July and the sun never sets during June and July in the Westfjords of Iceland.

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Paddling with Puffins and Vikings – Iceland

AN ICELANDIC PADDLING ADVENTURE

Huge flocks of floating guillemots speckled the water...
Huge flocks of floating guillemots speckled the water…

by Wendy Killoran

I had anticipated this moment for several months, camped at Hornvik’s sweeping beach with an expansive view of craggy Hornbjarg rising majestically half a kilometre straight from the ocean. My paddling companions, six Icelandic men (Baldur Petursson, Gummi Breiddal, Petur Hilmursson, Sveinbjorn Kristjansson, Eythor Pall Hauksson and Halldor Sveinbjornsson), were busy with meal preparations. A soft light filled the sky, even though it was midnight. It was early July and the sun never sets during June and July in the Westfjords of Iceland.

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