It was a little colder yesterday than it normally gets in central Maryland. I looked forward to paddling a local stretch of Patuxent River were muddy banks are normally annoying, because the mud would be frozen. And it was. We only had to worry about slipping on ice at the water's edge. We've had a dry fall, and the river was exceptionally low. Traveling upstream, there were a few areas where the water was moving fast over shallow gravel bars and I had to get out and drag the boat. So, we still managed to transport a bit of mud into the boat. I'd packed a bucket and broom in the truck, and when we were done paddling, I laddled a bucket of water into the boat and used the broom to scrub the mud loose, then flipped the boat over to drain. That's sort of my standard procedure. There was a bit of mud on the outside of the hull too, so I gave that a quick wash too, then left it to drain while I went and changed clothes.
I guess northern paddlers would know this, but the water did not drain off the boat. Rather, the boat was covered inside and out with a layer of ice. I was happy my buddy was there to help me lift the Tripper onto the racks, it had picked up at least ten pounds on it's normal 80-lb frame, and 80 is taxing enough.
But it's not all bad news. No water dripping from the racked boat kept the windshield dry. Normally, after racking the boat it looks like somebody threw a cup of coffee on the windshield.
I doubt this is news to those north of the Mason-Dixon. You could've warned me!
I guess northern paddlers would know this, but the water did not drain off the boat. Rather, the boat was covered inside and out with a layer of ice. I was happy my buddy was there to help me lift the Tripper onto the racks, it had picked up at least ten pounds on it's normal 80-lb frame, and 80 is taxing enough.
But it's not all bad news. No water dripping from the racked boat kept the windshield dry. Normally, after racking the boat it looks like somebody threw a cup of coffee on the windshield.
I doubt this is news to those north of the Mason-Dixon. You could've warned me!