A Solstice Kayak Paddle

I have been feeling pretty crappy for about a month, finally I am feeling more like my old self again.  Maybe now I can do some hiking and kayaking on a regular basis again.

I woke up early to have the hubby drive me to Rijpwetering.  From there I rode my bike the last three kilometers to the campsite.  I could celebrate some time on the water as the summer solstice approaches.

The water was calm but with the warm weather it had the feel of the lull before the storm. Humid, sticky warm, and still air.  I entered the water and headed on the canoe route the hubby and I had taken a few weeks ago through the Vennemeer Lake.

Route for kayak.

My route via kayak. Star indicates the dairy farm I paddled up to from the canal.

Starting from campground.

Starting from the campground this is the picture from my camera mount. Notice how still the water, how clear the sky.

I was also testing out my camera equipment for the kayak.

The Scotty Extension Arm for my camera

The Scotty Extension Arm for my camera

With this set up it gives me some flexibility and some hight off the bow of the kayak. I control the camera through my cell phone app via wifi.  It takes a bit of time for setting up. In concept it works great but the wifi kills the camera battery quickly. Not as successful as I had hoped it would be for an option. I got three good pictures before the battery died.

One of the three pictures.

One of the three pictures from my camera mount. This is the South end of De Kaag Lake.

As I approached the Lake Vennemeer I was treated to an explosion of  birds flying and singing in the local pastures.  But there was one bird that caught my eye,  I sat for a while and watched as this wonderful bird (I thought it was a hawk) stretched its’ wings then took flight. Once I returned home and consulted my bird book I found out it was a Common European Buzzard (Dutch: Buizerd- Buteo buteo).

A Hawk giving me the eye.

A Buzzard giving me the eye.

The Hawk taking flight

Taking flight

As I headed out of the lake and back towards the canal that leads back to the campground an interesting old barn door caught my eye.  I took this side canal to get a closer look and was rewarded with not only the next pictures but a wonderful conversation with the owner of the dairy farm, Paul.  With 60 cows to milk I was honored that he took a few minutes to share some time in conversation.

Three Generation Dairy Farm est. 1860. This was the building that catch me eye from the water.

Third Generation Dairy Farm est. 1860. This was the building that caught my eye from the water.

This building was a former milk loading dock to transport milk from the farm via the canal.  Now just a storage area for wooden shoes.

This smaller building was a former milk loading dock to transport milk from the farm via the canal. Now just a storage area for wooden shoes and other stuff.

Hay waiting to be baled.  Look! Dark clouds are coming!

Hay waiting to be baled. Look! Dark clouds are coming!

Continuing on my paddle I clearly now knew I had to pump up my paddle power and get back to the campground.  The dark clouds not only were moving in but I was starting to see lightning in the distance.  I suddenly got a text message from the hubby that the storm was moving faster than predicted.  I could feel the electric, eerie feeling of the approaching storm. The wind picked up, the birds (who minutes before were singing) now stopped and there was a sudden drop of temperature.  I reached the first bridge and stopped and turned towards the thunder.  Looking at the dark sky I knew I had limited time to get off the water.

The clouds warning of the coming storm.

The clouds warning of the coming storm.

I paddled under the first bridge, the second bridge, and finally the third and last bridge before rounding into the harbor and the launch point.

The wind hit me in the face, as the power of the solstice seemed to add to the fuel of the storm.  I saw a couple in the harbor fighting to get their sail boat back into the slip.  I felt the first of the rain drops as I pulled to the launch.

The launch at the campground.

The launch at the campground. Starting to show the storm moving in. When I came back 10 minutes later to get my kayak there were violent white cap waves.

The rain came down in streams as I made it to the caravan to wait out the storm. Lightning hitting the fields and thunder shaking the caravan. I sat and drank a cup of coffee, watching and admiring the power of the solstice storm.

The bike and the kayak getting a good soaking of rain.

The bike and the kayak getting a good soaking of rain.

The storm passed quickly.

I was able to bale the water out of the kayak and then biked the 16 kilometers home for lunch. I was never so happy to see leftover pizza in the refrigerator at home!

Do you have plans for a solstice celebration?  Share them in our comments.

 

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