Kayaking: Charles Creek to Albemarle Hospital
A few weeks ago, Ryan and I had some free time, so we went kayaking! If we had waited a couple of days we could have launched from our front porch. We still had it pretty good. We carried the kayaks to a little inlet near our house and we were off. I’ve got to say– it was very appealing to finish up the trip and not have to worry about mounting the kayaks to the top of the X-Terra.
We started off on Dawson near the Elizabeth City Fish Court. We paddled along the Charles Creek Park and past the Charles Creek Bridge construction. By the way, the bear bag technique is still employeed! After that, past the Harbor of Hospitality, the Downtown Market and then under the 158 Drawbridge. Soon we were passing by Camden Causeway Park. We took a large bend in the river, went under some railroad tracks and eventually we made our way to Albemarle Hospital. We explored the little inlet near the College of the Albemarle Nature Trail and headed back.
We were fighting the wind back home, but we arrived safe and sound. The whole trip was between 8-10 miles.
It was a rather beautiful day. Numerous wild flowers were blooming, meanwhile the baldcypress trees were just starting their fall colors. In urban areas, I am enamoured by nature taking over. It’s even more impressive when you are in the middle of a river and still get to see trees and plants finding a way to survive.
Yellow Flowers (By Ryan Somma)
Our trip would be fitting for the Circus of the Spineless. Spiders, grasshoppers, bumblebees, ants and a nostalgic childhood favorite of mine– bag worms!!!
Spider (by Ryan Somma)
Bumblebee (by Ryan Somma)
This outing we may have encountered the most unsavory kind of scat. Human scat. Ryan and I were paddling along when Ryan noticed a peculiar odor. At first he suspected himself as we all do from time to time and then in horror he remembered a newspaper article from earlier in the week.
“I have some bad news to tell you,” he said, “But I don’t know if I should.”
I paddled closer and wondered what could possibly be so bad. Noting we were far from shore, I knew what *my* worst case scenario would be.
“Are you sick to your stomach?” I asked.
“That [500,000 gallon] sewage spill I told you about,” Ryan said, “It was here.”
Whoopsie. We had both totally forgotten about that little incident when we left.
I was still digesting the news when a waterskiier whizzed by.
“Welp,” I thought, “At least I’m not him!” : )