Launch of The Merry Yarn

Today we launched our new row boat, The Merry Yarn.

The whole crew (except for the photographer) posed for a photo opportunity.

Monya tried it out first.

Then Bopop took the mermaids for a ride.

We even have a video of the ceremony. Notice how much at ease the two girls are. When I told them to "hold on" because I was about to hop into the boat, they tucked down low to the bottom of the boat, making it much more stable.

Launch of The Merry Yarn from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Clean Garage

Once every fifteen years or so I clean out my garage. Somewhere I have a photo of our 1981 Toyota Starlet inside the garage but I was unable to locate it. It's probably a printed photo, not digital, so I wouldn't be able to post it anyway, and within one week the garage was so full of junk that the car didn't fit any more.

When I started, there was only enough room for two bicycles to roll in and out. This occasion for cleaning the garage is to make space for Monya's new 14' rowboat on a trailer. I still have five boats hanging from the ceiling, so maybe I should call this a boat house rather than a garage. It's certainly not a woodworking shop.

October Flowers

Monya planted these flowers at the same time as the tomato seeds. The summer was unusually cool, so the tomatoes didn't ripen before the cold Fall weather returned, so she pulled out all the tomato plants and left these flowers to finish maturing. Now it is mid October and the poor things are just getting going.

The Fireplace Channel

The other day I noticed we had the television tuned to "the fireplace channel" and decided it was worth a photo.

Bicycle Repaired

Yesterday the guys at GHY Bikes called to tell me that my bike was ready to pick up. Those guys are really good! I'm just barely able to ride a bike again while those rarely replaced parts have been ordered, shipped and installed.

Broken Parts
front fender
hydraulic brake line
hydraulic brake fluid
rear view mirror mount
right shift housing

Worn Parts
brake pads (front and rear)
chain
cassette
Schwalbe Marathon Plus tire

So in order to save a little walking time, I decided to ride the XtraCycle over to the shop, then walk both bikes back. But Jesse pointed out that I could put the front wheel of the Norco into the carrier of the XtraCycle and it will pull like a trailer. It worked so well that I could have gone much farther and faster without any problems.

Grape Harvest 2011

The weather this summer was very cool. In fact, the summer weather didn't even start until nearly July, and during the month of August the high temperatures never reached the average. So our grape crop was very late in ripening.

Last year the crop wasn't ripe so I left it on the vine until the Fall rain started. Three days later all of the grapes had fallen off the vine and we lost all of them.

Two years ago we had a great harvest (Grape Harvest 2009). So when the rain started this weekend (Oct 1) I immediately checked on the grapes. They were not ripe but they were swelling, getting soft, and falling off the vine.

In desperation I gathered up what was left: about six gallons of grapes. Some of them were the ripe purple color, but most of them still had that reddish glow. A few were still green but full sized. I picked all of them.

I picked the grapes off the clusters and put them into a crusher sieve. Since there were so many reddish grapes I wondered whether the juice would be too bitter to drink, so I tasted the first batch. It was wonderful! A bit on the sour side, but very nice.

I finished off by including even the green grapes and finished with about 4 quarts of juice. Next year I'd like to try using a centrifugal juice separator since the sieve I'm using doesn't get all the juice out. Maybe an apple cider masher would work more effectively too.

Tree Climbing

We had two visitors spend the weekend of Sept 24-25 with us. I put up a rope swing in time for a wind storm to blow through. I captured a few seconds of the wind gust blowing through the oak tree while two girls screamed in mock fright. A few drops of rain fell and when the girls were touched by rain they immediately fell to the ground, growing mermaid tails. Unfortunately I was not prepared to take a movie of that action. Later, I put up a real climbing rope and LaGrande showed her strength and courage by climbing higher into the tree than she's ever been (except for the movie where she "jumped" out of the top of the tree). By the way, these photos have not been altered except for rotating and sizing for web viewing.

Swollen Hand

Two days later and the swelling in my hand has gone down quite a bit. I've been keeping an Ace bandage on it, and that helps around my wrist, but it isn't very effective around my fingers or knuckles. I don't know why the swelling would go way up into my fingers since it was only my wrist that took the impact.

Another Bicycle Wreck

This morning I wrecked my bike again. It happened as I rounded a corner on the entrance to one of those jogging/biking trails. You've seen them; with concrete posts to prevent motorists from entering the trail. Anyway, I was zooming as usual and I didn't see the stump of wood laying at the apex of the corner. It took my front wheel sideways, changing my trajectory such that I ran directly into one of the posts.

The front brake hydraulic line is severed, the front fender is broken in two pieces, and the air horn mount is broken. I think that custom front wheel is OK but I'll take it to the shop and have them check it out.

My right wrist is probably sprained, my right knee has a nasty abrasion, and my right quadracep feels like one big charlie horse. The quad took a direct hit on the post.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

In the future, I may take the corner out in the street and go between the posts in a straight line. It will be slower that way, but probably safer.

Update: adding a photo of the "stump of wood" that caused all this grief. I put it next to the OEM tire that came off my bike since the bike is currently in the shop being repaired.

You may ask, as I have, "how could I not see this in the road?"

I can only claim the Moon Walking Bear defense.

Glass Bead Class

Last weekend I took a class to learn how to make glass beads. We were only taught the basics of how to work with the tools, and they showed us a couple of techniques like how to make a heart.

I took this photo of the beads I made. Notice that Monya has already turned a pair of them into earrings. Those two beads are the only ones I considered a success, while all the rest are technically failures, but even the failures look pretty interesting.

The tiny white beads were just my markers, to identify my beads from the rest of the students. I liked them too, so I kept them. Next time I'll try to make them a bit more uniform. I'm planning to take another class and learn some more techniques.

Another Capsize Recovery

Another Capsize Recovery from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

This video, taken on September 4, shows how a roll recovery, when done properly, can be so easy that it's possible to pull yourself up so hard that you throw yourself over the other side.

Bopop Capsizing

My new camera came with a suction-cup mount that holds on to the deck of the kayak like SuperGlue. Check out this video of a failed attempt at an Eskimo Roll recovery.

One More Capsize from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Two Mermaids Capsizing

Capsize LaGrande from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Here is LaGrande taking her second plunge from the kayak.

Mermaid Capsize from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

And here's the Wee One doing her best to tip over the boat. In the end, I helped her with a tiny push.

Last Lake Crossing

Last year I swam across the lake to celebrate my 40th anniversary of that crossing. This year I wanted to make it a "60 year old's" crossing, only this time I would have witnesses. The two mermaids helped paddle the canoe while I swam, towing my kayak. In this photo, taken by LaGrande Mermaid, you can see me swimming with my kayak behind. The captain of the canoe is checking our heading with a GPS to make certain we don't get lost on the lake.

The second photo shows the uncanny talent of LaGrande as photographer. She has captured an undewater image of me swimming just above the yellow guide line. The yellow line helps me go straight without having to raise my head out of the water to see where I'm going.

The third frame shows LaGrande herself, an accidental close-up. I gave her the camera without any operating instructions, and I know if that had been done to me I would not have been able to take any photos at all.

In this last frame, the happy group is paddling homeward, enjoying calm weather and none of the rain that had been predicted for this afternoon.

By the way, I didn't make it all the way across the lake. I was about 1/3 to 1/2 mile short of the finish when the cramping in my legs became too much to bear. We had so much fun with the outing that I don't really care about not crossing the whole way.

Bicycle Accessory: Blackberry Vine Trimmer

With our economy in the doldrums, there has been minimal maintenance on the local bicycle trails. The blackberry vines have been growing halfway across the path, and many of them are at eye level. It got so bad that I made up my mind to do something about it on my own.

So last Wednesday night I devised a means for carrying a machete on my bike. Then beginning on Thursday, when I saw a blackberry vine ahead, I pulled out the machete and whacked the vine on my way past. In some places I had to choose which of the multiple vines to cut, since there was only time for one swing before the vines were behind me. It took two days, with two passes in each direction, to clean up all the prickled usurpers.

This photo shows the cardboard scabbard I made, fastened to the bike with copper wire. The machete handle is located such that I could pull it out, and put it back, without dismounting from the bike. I only needed to stop pedaling while doing this. It's the same level of difficulty as fetching a water bottle.

It occurred to me that flailing at blackberry vines whilst riding a bike is similar to running with scissors, so this accessory will not be here for long.

Abby Jumps Out of the Oak Tree

Since Abby learned how to climb trees, she tries something new each time she comes to visit. Last time there was a raccoon in the tree. This time she decided to jump from all the way at the top of the tree. (No little girls were harmed during the filming of this video.)

Sorry about the resolution problems with my camera, it kept jumping back and forth between low resolution and high resolution, but the audio helps glue it all together.

Faster Than I-90 Freeway Traffic

Faster Than I-90 Freeway Traffic from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Yes it's true, a bike can go faster than freeway traffic, and here's proof! OK, I was only going 27 mph but you can see the freeway traffic is clearly going slower.

40 MPH down Cemetery Road

This video segment begins after I had been riding at 23-24 mph for almost a mile. The road was slightly downhill, or I couldn't have done that. I was pretty tired by the time the slope turned seriously downhill, so it was a relief to stop pedaling and coast up to 40 MPH. Notice the grinding of the road dirt on my brake rotors when I jammed on them to stop at the red light at the bottom of the hill.

40 MPH down Cemetery Road from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Kentucky Derby 2011

Here's a short video of our family watching the Kentucky Derby. Arthur won our trophy this year with his horse Nehru.

Kentucky Derby 2011 from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Bear Mittens

Several weeks ago the Wee One asked me to knit her a pair of mittens for her stuffed bear. She also wanted a pair of booties and a dress, ankle-length. I suppose fur doesn't keep a little girl bear warm enough these days, so I started by knitting this pair of mittens.

Mermaid Grows Up

Ever wonder what a cute little mermaid will look like when she grows up?

Mermaid Grows Up from Jim Zimmerman on Vimeo.

Climbing with Ray

This is a climbing sequence including my friend Ray who is also a runner. Our conversation is easily picked up by the camera. Notice how the camera's perspective changes with the transitions between sitting and standing.

The "eagle" we spotted turned out to be a very large hawk of some kind. It was barely visible in the original video, so I didn't bother to keep it in the uploaded copy. It was a spectacular sight in person, and not very far away from us.

Chasing John

This section of trail is much more interesting than the roads, with curves and a rock wall on one side. Then there are the blind "S" curves going under the railroad trestle. You never know when somebody will be coming in the opposite direction. I think I hit 29-30 MPH trying to keep up with John on this stretch. I normally keep it under 20 MPH going through here, so I guess this time it was a Category 6 race.

Speed Run with John

My friend John is like me. We both like to go as fast as possible down hills. This sequence gets rough since I'm tucked down low in the wind, so my knees are hitting my chest where the camera is mounted. My top speed is 35 MPH on this short but steep hill. Note the 25 MPH speed limit painted on the pavement.

GoPro Chest Mount

Here's a similar sequence taken from a chest-mounted camera. I like this position better because there is less wind noise, and you can easily tell that it's a view from a bicycle.

The camera needs to be adjusted when I tuck down out of the wind, then readjusted when I slow down and sit up again. You don't have to endure the constant rear-view mirror checking, and I can still turn it to the side to film pretty girls on the sidewalk.

GoPro Video - Helmet Mounted

Here is one of the first videos I recorded, using my GoPro camera mounted on my helmet. There is an interesting maneuver in traffic at the beginning that should only be done by a bike, and maybe not even then, but probably is better than what the other cyclist did. He stopped in the "through" lane to wait for the "left only" light.

In the original audio, you can hear me breathing, and you can hear the clicking of my shifter.

The video features a 30 mph run down a short path and onto the road, then a short stretch of the most dangerous part of my route; the underpass at Main Street. Motorists approach from my right side, on the far side of a concrete barrier. The only way they can see me coming is if I'm on the left side of my lane. The City of Bellevue painted "sharrows" onto the pavement, but every other cyclist I've seen stays on the right shoulder.

Don Quixote and Dulcinea

This morning my five year old granddaughter asked me to "play Barbies" with her. Then she confessed that she didn't have any "boy" Barbies (I think she meant Ken). I happened to spot my model of Don Quixote at that moment, and seeing as how he was about the same size as her Barbie dolls, I suggested that I could dust him off and play with him.

She picked out the smallest of her Barbies, and we decided to call her Dulcinea. She decided they needed to be married, and that we should take a picture of them at their wedding.

I gave her my camera and asked her to take the picture while I held up the tablecloth for a background. The photo she took is very good considering she is one day short of her fifth birthday.

Later, after a slightly embarrassing attempt to remove his clothing, she pointed out that Don Quixote is actually made from a block of wood. "So he's not really a doll."

Dave

For several years now I have been commuting by bike, and regularly see the same guy going in the opposite direction. One day last week I happened to have my camera going when I met him, so finally I have a picture of him to show my family and friends.

Meet Dave.

Building domino structures with a four-year-old

One of the most challenging things I have ever done is attempt to build something with dominos, while a four-year-old is present. Last night I managed to capture this sequence showing successful completion. The first frame shows the final piece being placed on top, with instructions being signed anxiously. Next we see the happy conclusion, followed by some jumping and the entrance of a big sister. In the final frame, the tower is leaning precariously. It toppled before a subsequent frame could be captured.

Puppet Show

We have been re-arranging our entertainment center and discovered a new use for an old piece of furniture. It makes a nice stage for a puppet show. Here are the first two performers.

Portrait 111100

Here is portrait #111100 taken by a talented 8 year old photographer.

Shelter for Dulcinea

Last weekend we converged on Fort Bale to construct a shelter for Dulcinea, the new velomobile that is scheduled to arrive soon. We had lots of help, including young and old. The first photo (featuring the youngest and the oldest) was accidentally taken with a blue filter, so ignore the blue tint. We had nearly finished leveling the concrete blocks, and the wee one is adding the final touch.

The next photo shows the frame with the roof in place. It was taken Sunday morning, after a light rain shower, and after we had finished installing concrete bolts and fastened down the feet of the frame. We didn't anticipate the rain since the sky was blue, but that's typical weather for Amboy. Aargh! My good Bosch drill got wet!

The final photo shows the finished structure, with the door unzipped on both sides, and the door has been rolled up and tied into place. The plan is to add more weight, tied to the frame, to keep the frame in place during a wind storm. The pallets will hold a pile of firewood. The door will usually be kept zipped closed.

Hard Shell Tactics

BeeBoo suggested we make another movie. This time we decided to make a sophisticated movie, and we succeeded, as you can see. There are 125 individual frames. Some ideas for content came from Uncle Lief, so don't put the whole blame on me.

Raccoon Tracks

Last winter I took a photo of some raccoon tracks that appeared sometime during the night. The other day I spotted this set of tracks in the afternoon, so the little nocturnal visitor must have walked through here in the afternoon twilight. The lighting looks orange because the only light available for the photo was from a sodium vapor street lamp.

My Comice Pear

We have had a Comice pear tree for several years now. It was highly recommended by our friend Charles Custer, who had one in his back yard. The Comice is a gourmet pear, much nicer tasting than a Bartlett.

So this year our little tree finally produced three pears. I watched them grow all through the summer, and when they looked full-sized, I began testing them as Charles had instructed me: You gently lift and tilt the pear to see if the stem will easily break. If it resists breaking, then leave it on the tree.

One pear came off easily in August. It was a half-sized pear, and it was hard and green. I brought it into the kitchen where it got mixed up with some store-purchased pears, so it was eaten without knowing it was special.

The next two pears stayed on the tree through the month of September, then through October. I began to worry that they would fall off and be eaten by slugs or potato bugs. Then, in late October I remembered to check them. I went outside in my house slippers, through the wet grass, and discovered that the little pear came off easily, but the big pear hung on.

Monya and I sliced up the little pear and shared it, even though it still felt a little hard to the touch. It was quite tasty.

The other pear refused to let go of the tree. I tested it several days in a row, then forgot about it.

This morning I looked out the window to see the worst case scenario. The pear had fallen off the tree and was laying in the lawn. I immediately put on my shoes and went outside to retrieve it.

Sure enough, the pear had been eaten 1/3 of the way through by a slug. Since I was the bigger and the stronger, I took that pear away from the slug and ate the rest of it myself. I reminded myself that (as my son once told me) [a slug's] mouth is cleaner than a human's mouth.

That was the best tasting pear I have ever eaten! Yum! I can't wait for next year's crop to grow.

Oh, for you squeamish readers...I did wash off the pear before I ate it. Sorry, but no pictures. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Little Bug

I just had to post this comparison. The first photo shows our little bug on October 31, 2003. Since then she has grown up into the beautiful tooth fairy in the second photo.

Tasty Mushroom

My cousin Carl is a mushroom expert, and last week he described a mushroom called "chicken feathers" that grows in a symbiotic relationship at the base of an Oak tree. He said it is an excellent source of protein and very tasty.

The very next day, after hearing his description, I was on a nature walk with some other people when we came across the mushroom pictured here. It looked so much like Carl's description, even at the base of an Oak tree, that we decided to pick it and bring it home for Carl to identify positively.

The mushroom was as big around as a basketball, and shaped more like a football, except with the feathery surface texture. It weighed about five pounds. Carl sliced off about one fourth of it, brushed off the forest debris, and sliced it into a hot sautee pan with a little oil and garlic. It was one of the most delightful feasts I've ever had, and that quarter was enough for about six people. It would make a nice topping for spaghetti noodles too.

Strange Bug

I found this bug in the middle of a rural road in south central Illinois on Sept 30 at 3:17 PM. I thought it was a grasshopper, but it has a long tail appendage like a wood borer would have. It also has very long antennae, and a pointed nose which is not much like a grasshopper. It measured about 3 inches long.

Old Lady in the Park

Today is Monya's birthday, so we decided to take a walk in the park. We took both of our cameras and had a contest to see who could get the best picture. I'm starting out with the one I call, "the old lady in the park" which I took in macro mode. You should take a close look at this photo. You can actually see the hairs on the old lady's legs.




Next, I'd like to show off the three turtles we found sunning themselves on the end of a log floating in Lake Washington. Many people don't believe me when I tell them there are turtles in Lake Washington. These turtles are very shy, and they will quickly duck into the water if they think you are getting too close. Notice how they were holding their heads at attention while I took their picture.




A birthday stroll in the park would not be complete without a photo of the birthday girl. We were experimenting with strobe light flash fill on a subject standing in shadow, while the full daylight scene completes the background. (Notice her brand new, pink digital camera.)




Finally, another old lady in the park. Nothing subliminal here. These White Cross Garden spiders are all over the place. One keeps hooking onto our old Volvo in the driveway, and one of these days it may not have enough power to break free. Imagine the size of a spider who will eat a whole car!

Practice Run

Since the lake swim last week was disappointing, we decided to try some different tactics this weekend. We added a Site-Line device for keeping me swimming on a straight course, and I drank about a half gallon of water to prevent cramps. I even drank some water while I was swimming. NO, not LAKE water! I brought some good filtered water in a sports bottle from home. Well, actually I did drink some lake water but it wasn't intentional.

Another change in tactics was for me to tow an empty kayak while swimming. The kayak was rigged with all the equipment needed for paddling, and a rope ladder for climbing in from deep water. This way, a rescue in the event of cramps, exhaustion, or hypothermia, could be accomplished without dragging the swimmer through the cold water as we did last week.



This photo of me drinking water was taken at about the 1-1/2 hour mark. The destination, Clarke Beach Park, is the tree covered shoreline between the tips of the kayaks.








After arriving at the park, and a short break to gear up for paddling, we took this photo of the GPS with the trip odometer showing 2.20 miles, the moving average at 1.1 mph, and the total moving time of 1 hour and 59 minutes. The wind was out of the north, so we rode with the wind and roller waves, all the way back to the Cedar River. The return trip took 52 minutes, increasing our average speed for the whole trip to 1.6 mph.




Here's a photo of me at Clarke Beach Park, all rigged up to paddle back home, and a picture taken at the Cedar River, of the intrepid paddler, Great Grumpy, who guided me the whole way.




Since this was only a practice run, and since we didn't have our official witness present to record the event, this lake crossing does NOT count as the 40th year anniversary crossing. We will have to wait until next August when our official witness is available and try it again...this time for real.

Flowers

The HeidiCoaster keeps posting beautiful photos of flowers. It makes me jealous, so I'm posting some of my own. Our tomatoes didn't produce anything, I accidentally killed my dahlia bulb, and who wants to look at a patch of spinach? So without any more explanation, here are the flowers.

Repair of 70 year old cedar gutters

Our gutters have been leaking for years. When we first moved into this house I tried to stop the leaks by applying roofing tar, as had been done to them before, but that didn't help. We were nearly at the point of tearing them down and replacing them with metal gutters, but other than the leaks at the corner joints, they actually looked like they were in good shape.

Monya did some research on the web and found a place in California that specializes in wooden gutters, and they had a web site with instructions on how to do it yourself. If they had been located in Washington State, I would have tried to hire them, but since they weren't I decided to give it a try for myself.

So here's what a typical corner joint looked like after I had chipped, peeled, and pryed the tar and old caulk out of it. Notice that there is a "V" shape cut into the joint. That's where the caulk goes, allowing a generous amount of it to expand and contract with changes in temperature.

The next photo shows how it looked after I filled the joint with 50 year, non-hardening gutter seal caulk. One rainy day after finishing the joints like this proved that the gutters were not leaking at all any more.

Unfortunately, there was one spot where the joint between the gutter and the downspout had failed and caused the gutter to rot. I took out about 17 inches of old gutter and replaced it with a section of fir that nearly matches the shape of the original gutter. I had to round off the ends of the fir patch and chisel out a channel in the bottom to allow the water to flow smoothly.

Then I had to drill a new hole for the downspout. I sealed everything up water tight with gutter caulk and then painted the new wood with primer. A finish coat of paint will go on soon.

7 Year Old Perspective

This morning I went through the photos that the LeGrand Mermaid took of the lake crossing event. After reading the previous post, you will realize that this beginning photo is pretty much all there was to the event. But look at it from a 7 year old's perspective.

There is the Great Grumpy on the right, the Daddy in the kayak, and the splash from the Bopop jumping into the water. I apologize for the reduced resolution in this posting, but the original shows crystal clear water droplets, backlit by the early morning sun. I love how she has Daddy in the kayak framed perfectly between the bars of the railing.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing that I didn't make it across the lake. The really fun part was having another four-generation event.

40th Anniversary Swim

Last February, while swimming laps in an indoor pool, it occurred to me that I should try a repeat of the swim across Lake Washington that I did 40 years ago, when I was 19 years old. I decided that I could do better this time, planning it for August when the water is typically warmer, rather than July. I needed to scout out a new set of launching and landing spots: Lakeridge Community Beach has been closed for more than 20 years, and I remember the lifeguards at Kenneydale Beach refused to let me come ashore that day.

I measured the distance between Lakeridge and Kenneydale, finding it to be about 2 statute miles according to Google Maps. Then I measured the distance between the mouth of the Cedar River and Clarke Beach Park on Mercer Island. That turned out to be a nearly perfect 2.1 miles.

I announced my intentions to friends and family and then began testing my swimming speed and endurance. I measured the length of the laps in the indoor pool and timed myself while swimming 20 or 30 laps, then went home and calculated how far and how fast I had been going. It was about 1 mile per hour.

Next, I had to know if I could swim continuously for 2 hours. So I swam laps in the pool for 25 minutes before being interrupted by another swimmer. Once I had stopped I discovered that I had no sense of balance, and that quickly turned into motion sickness. I had to quit my workout.

Subsequent attempts at swimming continuously only generated the motion sickness problem again after only 15 or 20 minutes. It seems that rotating my head to breathe was causing the problem.

The next problem I encountered seemed trivial. Whenever I tried swimming at a vigorous pace, I kept getting minor cramps in my feet or somewhere in my legs. I didn't pay much attention to that problem. Endurance and motion sickness had my full attention.

The scheduled day for my swim across the lake arrived, but a call from my chase boat pilot ended the plan before we got started. He would not be able to paddle across the lake with a kidney stone. We rescheduled for the following weekend, but in the meantime, since the weather was very hot, I decided to make a trial run on the lake to test the water temperature, my equipment, and the navigation and communication possibilities between swimmer and kayak.

Fortunately I found a willing alternate kayak pilot and the two of us headed out for an afternoon outing in choppy, windy conditions.

My idea to prevent motion sickness was to use a scuba diving snorkle so I could keep my head in one position. That worked quite well. My wet suit seemed to cause too much drag, so I took it off, along with the wading shoes. Holding a straight course turned out to be difficult too. I tended to wander off course quite quickly, and I could not see either the boat or the paddle under water. I made up my mind that I had to keep looking above the surface once every ten strokes or so. I swam for a total of one hour and was only slightly tired. All systems seemed to be "go" for the following weekend.

The "following weekend" was this morning. It was just cold enough that I decided at the last minute to put on the wetsuit. I am a wimp about cold water, but we had to go early so the water would be calm.

We launched the kayak at 07:30 and I hit the lake at 08:00. The water was pleasantly cool, so as soon as I had adjusted to it I took off the wet suit and shoes. We struggled a bit with navigation and communication, but this time I had chosen to use my swim goggles instead of the scuba diving mask, and the visibility was much better out to the side. Of course there was nothing to see straight down. I watched for sea monsters anyway.

I think we had been out about 30 minutes when I got the first twinge of a cramp in my leg. I changed my stroke and let it relax out, as I have done for cramps many times before. Then I went back into my cruising pace. Within minutes the little warning cramps begain appearing in different leg muscles, so I kept changing my pattern, but soon it became apparent that whichever leg I switched to would immediately cramp up. We had gone just about half way to Mercer Island. The GPS said 1 mile or so.

I tried relaxing in a back float, but my legs just curled up under me. I laid face down in the water, breathing through the snorkle and had my kayak helper rub my legs. Then I slung my legs, one at a time, over the top of the boat so he could push the cramps out, but as soon as one was out, the other would cramp up again. The cramps began forming faster than we could treat them.

All this fiddling around with cramps meant I was not generating heat, and I began to get cold. We quickly decided to abort the mission and head for the nearest public beach. Kenneydale Beach was only about 1/3 of a mile away. I put on the life jacket for warmth and extra safety, and hooked my arms and legs around the bow of the kayak while we paddled ashore. Standing and walking soon had my leg cramps under control.

We recalled our pickup crew back from Mercer Island and within 15 minutes they arrived at Kenneydale Beach. I dried off and put on some warm clothes, so all was well except for the disappointment of not finishing the distance.

As I am writing this description, my legs are still stiff and sore. I have muscle strain in nearly every leg muscle from the cramps, but other than that I feel great.

I'm going to investigate the cause of the leg cramps and do something about that. Then I will begin a swimming workout regime using the snorkle, so I can be sure I can swim for long distances without motion sickness or cramps. Hopefully I will be ready for next August, when the lake water will be warm again, and I can call it a "60 year old" swim across the lake.

Shrieking Eels Don't Bite

Last Sunday, during the really hot weather, we cooled off by playing in the river. Lief and the mermaids and I floated a short trip three times, on two inner tubes. The attached video is a good example of what it was like.