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Au Sable - May 2009

Jimmy W

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Jack
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Al Dasen
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Both Als, Toby, Jack, Scott, Dave, Gregg
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View from Gabions camp.
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Al
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My South Wind and Jack's canoe.
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Jim and Dave's kayaks
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oldsparkey

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Good looking water , North Georgia , I assume. :lol: :lol: :roll: Or it might be just a bit further from there up North. Appears that all of you had some good weather and some cool weather judging from your outfits , the perfect camping weather.

Chuck.
 

Gator

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Great pictures Jimmy. Yes Chuck, i is just a bit north of Georgia. I missed the night that got down to 14 degrees. After the rain, the river was quick. My GPS read a little over 7MPH most of Thursday.
 

oldsparkey

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Gator said:
Great pictures Jimmy. Yes Chuck, i is just a bit north of Georgia. I missed the night that got down to 14 degrees. After the rain, the river was quick. My GPS read a little over 7MPH most of Thursday.

14 DEGREES , No one not even Eskimos go out in that weather , Rain at 14 degrees shouldn't it be called snow. :? :? Holy Cow ... Gator that is not paddling speed for geezers that is water skiing with a wet suit on with a river flow like that in those temperatures , or just folks that don't know any better.

You better try southern paddling , the water is at 2 or ( or at the best) 3 mph Mint Julip Sipping Speed , the temps are a nice comfortable 90 or in that area and it never rains on us. Do not believe all the tails about the rain down here that is just some things we dreamed up to keep the Yankees up north. Plus we don't camp in Igloos we use hammocks or well ventilated tents to enjoy all those nice breezes that come along. :roll:

If you ever get down in this neck of the woods , don't forget the sun block , anti freeze is not needed. Plus our rivers are SPRING FED , ya know that same water you purchase in the plastic bottles to drink , not drainage water ( From Rain) run off like this one you were on. :wink:

Chuck.
That last statement will wake Jack up and get him posting something. :lol: :lol: :lol:
 

Gator

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Well, the rain was at about 35 degrees. The Michigan group said there was frost on the boats, The southern crew called it ice. I cant speak for the rest of the guys, but I don't think what I was doing was paddling- it was more like steering. I've been on that river several times, this was by far the fastest I've seen.

Now you mentioned the water in the plastic bottles... Doesn't that cause global warming or something? I use a hose with a bottle that still has BPA (whatever that is).

If I ever get to paddle down by you, I will still bring a couple of flasks of antifreeze.
 

Jimmy W

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Yep, Gator missed Sunday night when it got down to 14. He also missed Wednesday paddling down Mio Dam Pond into the 40 mph headwind and Thursday mornings takeout at the dam when that wind and the waves were pushing the boats into the concrete wall at the dam. The hard rain was Wednesday night, but we got some more Friday night. The nights when it rained were the warmest nights.
 

oldsparkey

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Gator said:
I don't think what I was doing was paddling- it was more like steering. I've been on that river several times, this was by far the fastest I've seen.
If I ever get to paddle down by you, I will still bring a couple of flasks of antifreeze.

Now it sounds like you were on the Brazos with Bear , Ron , Darrell and myself .... we were either walking the boats against the wind or just stearing them down wind on the river in that gentile 50 to 55 mph breeze. (I used Stearing them in reference to the same as ridding a bucking , ticked off , Long Horn Texas Bull) :wink:

If you ever get down here the preferred anti freeze is Early times or Jack Daniels in the really large bottles , the larger the better. That way when it gets below 70 degrees we don't care. :lol:

Chuck.
 

Wannabe

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For quite a while I have been listening to a lot of folks raz pore ole Jack about all the big sharp rocks he has to paddle over and around. Looking at the pictures I see trees, grass, water, and log jams. Wheres the rocks? Thought I was a gonna get to see hole punching keel breaking big A&&ed throw ya out the boat rocks? :( Didn't even get to see any gravel. :( Surre was pretty pictures though. :D
Bob
 

oldsparkey

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Wannabe said:
For quite a while I have been listening to a lot of folks raz pore ole Jack about all the big sharp rocks he has to paddle over and around. Looking at the pictures I see trees, grass, water, and log jams. Wheres the rocks? Thought I was a gonna get to see hole punching keel breaking big A&&ed throw ya out the boat rocks? :( Didn't even get to see any gravel. :( Surre was pretty pictures though. :D
Bob


Look at this picture and you will see all sorts of rocks ( Baby ones , not full grown ones ) , they are between the waters edge and where the photographer is standing. :lol: They are the only ones I saw in any of the pictures. It sure is some beautiful territory. :D
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Looking at other pictures from Au Sable River trips , I still haven't seen any rocks , just one log up in a Canadian Lake that tripped Jack ( or a stunt person dressed like him ) and there was a rock close by. :roll: .
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Wannabe

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Jack was just excited about seeing rocks and was in a hurry to inspect them up close and maby collect a few. I saw where the boat were pulled out but that reminded me of course Texas sand, not honest to gosh gravel. :wink:
Bob
 

jdupre'

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Ahh, water you can see through. Love it. Beautiful scenery. The pic around the picnic table says it all -- good friends enjoying the outdoors.

Joey
 

Kayak Jack

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Sat 9 May 09: Arrived at Bud Hart's cottage near Frederic about 15:00 Jimmy Wingo & Toby Nipper followed me in. We greeted, got the cottage opened up, and I started some marinara sauce to simmering. Guys were pulling in one by two, and we soon started the spaghetti a boiling and garlic toast a toasting. Betsy Pifer, Jim's wife, brought a big salad. We had Eye-tal-yun subagettee, audacious garlic toast, salad, and wine. JARVIS good eatin'!

Paddlers on the first leg are Al Dasen from Oscoda MI, Al Wells from California, Toby Nipper of Florida, Jimmy Wingo of Georgia, Scott Olson of Okemos MI, Greg Shannon of Haslett MI, Jim Pifer of Eaton Rapids MI, Dave Pifer of Milwaukee WI, and Bud Hart, Jack Voss of East Lansing MI.

Sun 10 May: We all rendezvoused at Big Boy Restaurant for breakfast. Tom & Nancy Brooks, good friends and vehicle shuttle drivers, joined us at Mothers' Day breakfast. We drove a quarter mile to Penrod's Canoe Livery where we always do business. Jim Humes is as good as they come. (800-GO-RIVER) After we loaded up all nine boats, filled water bottles, bought goodies at the store, took pictures, and said our good byes, we straggled out into the stream. At this point, the Au Sable is about 20' wide and knee deep. It doesn't get much bigger until the South Branch joins in below White Pine campground tomorrow.

In about 2 ½ hours we were at Au Sable River Canoe Camp, and spiked in. Scott rode in the bow of Greg's expedition canoe. Scott used to race in the marathon here when he was a 14 year old kid. He paddled some with Verlen in those days. Scott's paddle is from that era, before the days of carbon fiber. It is a 15” wide scoop shovel. I've never seen a larger blade on any paddle – or any pizza scoop either, for that matter. It sure could grip water!

Mon 11 May: It was 14 degrees last night. That's about 20 degrees colder than I'd planned for. ETAI!

About 20 minutes after launch, we pass Burton's Landing campground. Tom Brooks was out taking our pictures on orders from his wife, Nancy. A couple of years ago, Tom and Nancy took in Katie for three days when she got wet and cold. They are great people and we're lucky to have such friends.

We are paddling in smaller groups, as 9 boats clog up the river. Lots of fishermen, all friendly. We arrived at White Pine CG about 14:30 – 15:00. Guess what – I'm not the only one who likes practice naps!

Tue 12 May: We launched about 09:30, same as yesterday. This many people get moving slower than a smaller group. No sweat. Arrived at Parmalee Bridge about the same time as we hit camp yesterday. Same drill – set up camp and take a practice nap. We called a local restaurant at Red Oak Station, they picked us up in a Chevy pick up, and we rode a few miles. Great dinner, as we most all started out with pie first. Rhubarb pie has some devotees in this group! After dinner, Scott was playing Greg's guitar, and on one ditty, Al Dasen started dancing a lively jig. He dropped 50 years right on the spot. Big $h!t eating grin, lots of arm and shoulder action, and some moves I hadn't seen since the days of Chubby Checkers. It was good medicine for him, fer sure. He went to bed pretty soon afterwards.

Wed 13 May: Today is the day that we start to run out of river, and start to hit a dam reservoir. Mio pond (they call the 3 mile long reservoir a “pond”) had white caps and 20-26 mph winds. All Dasen and I were running sweep position in the rear. We both got blown off to the left and entered a cove we didn't want to. We rendezvoused, rested a minute or two, and started out again ghosting the shore for shelter. About a quarter mile up, Al pulled off. I went back and we decided to wait out the wind, and bivouac overnight if necessary.

A cuppa tea and a nap later, the wind had subsided. We started out again. We met two, large loons who dove and swam around us for about 10 minutes. What a sight! We hit camp about 15:30, last dogs home.

Greg had already departed because of business. We set up camp & rested. Later, we went to town at the Au Sable River Restaurant for dinner. Tom Brooks joined us there. Gator and my Son, Eric did too. They will paddle the second leg of the trip. Scott Olson, Greg Shannon, and Al Dasen paddled the first leg. We had a rousing time at dinner, and Toby fell in love – twice, I think. Then, back to camp for adult beverages and seegars.

Thu 14 May: Damned wind has changed directions, and is driving 2 foot white caps into the face of the dam at the portage steps. The face of the dam isn't smooth concrete; it is broken and jagged. Waves drive the boats up and down a couple feet, waves wash over into the boat as it lays alongside the dam, fingers get smashed in between boat and dam, boats take a beating on the jagged edges of concrete, bags get thrown up over our shoulders on to the upper steps, one boat floods and nearly sinks, my boat had about 7 gallons of water in it when I dragged it up over the edge and up the steps to the dirt above. Al Wells' boat was full, and we had to dump it to even get it up to the first step. Amazingly – we were all done with the portage and carrying and reloading by 08:30! I was amazed. Easy paddling now, and into Cathedral Pines – the prettiest camp ground on the river.

Fri 15 May: Easy day, easy morning. We lazed onto the river, paddled an hour, and stopped at McKinley, an old logging town. The bar has great hamburgers and beer. Both breakfast and lunch for us. Another couple hours of easy paddling and we reached Gabions Forest Service camp ground, the last one for us on this trip.

Gabions is on the Shore to Shore Horse Trail that extends across Michigan from Lake Michigan to Lake Huron. We camped right on the trail. We'd seen lots of wildlife along the way. White tailed deer, weasel, bald eagles, beaver sign, coyote howls, owl hootings, Canadian geese, Hooded Merganser ducks (we think, anyway), mallards, king fishers, loons, red breasted gros beaks, etc. I like the spring for the wild life, but two weeks later would have had 10 times the population. Katie and I have seen mink along here several times.

Sat 16 May: Last day – finish the trip – off load – up load – say good byes – wish well and safe trips – while I always look forward to completing a trip, I always am sad at this stage. I felt the same way when I left the group in Viet Nam – glad to be going home, but sad at leaving friends behind.

This trip has grown, and it seems to fill some needs and wants of a few paddlers. We attract motivated and skilled paddlers and campers, and that makes all the difference in the world. Two criteria separates the fly specks from the pepper: (1) Can I trust this person with my Life?, and (2) Are they good to get along with? Each one must pass both, no exceptions.

When it all comes down to the final analysis, it's the people that make a trip good or bad. Conditions affect that, to be sure. But when guys cooperate, contribute, and take care of themselves, it makes a trip so much more enjoyable. My personal thanks to everyone involved. I hope to continue to do these trips for years to come. And, if I can't, someone else can please carry on?
 

Kayak Jack

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It's become an annual trip, launch on Mothers' Day. Jim Pifer caught and released a gaggle of trout. He's a fly fisherman with no barbs. My technology stopped at cane pole (I now have a piece of driftwood from Lake Superior - the Gitchee Gumi of legend - that serves as a hand held line winder), angle worms, and a bobber. I found there's a difference between "fishing" and "catching". Then, I found that fish only taste like, well, fish. Unless you gob them up with lots of breading, spices, oils, and such, they taste abominable. Best to catch a fish, plant it with seed corn, feed corn to a cow, and eat the steak. THAT'S the way to eat fish where I come from.

Yeah, Bob, it's a great collection of guys, and a great trip.