Nate Canoes

Jensen's maiden voyage

2011-05-08T12:59:00.000-07:00

Saturday was a perfect day to get out on the water for a little fishing. Water was cold, which kept us close to shore, since falling in would have killed us. Fish didn't bit either. Still, a bad day on the water is still better than just about everything else.

A new canoe

2011-05-05T04:04:00.001-07:00

A couple weeks ago, I picked up a 1991 Jensen 18 tandem canoe. It was in decent chape, but needed a little help. Fortunately it was cheap. Now, after a little elbow grease and urethane, it really shines.

It's getting closer

2011-02-25T09:47:00.000-08:00

I can almost feel the impending death of winter now.....It's getting close, and I can't wait.
It is sounding like Fargo ND will be innuduated by another massive flood this spring as the snow melts, and hopefully they can get the dikes down in time for a few training runs with the canoes before the local racing season heats up.
The ice is beginning to crack along the edges of the river, and if I can ever get my camera to work I could maybe get some pictures.

Whats on the plate?

2011-01-03T04:34:00.000-08:00

New for this year, beside plenty of recreational paddling, and organizing and participating in events with the local paddling group, I decided to participate in the 2011 Missouri River 340 (340 miles), and the South Dakota Kayak Challenge (70 miles).
Those will be my only two ultra-marathon events, but I do hope to participate in some more shorter races.
A few wins to my credit in my QCC 700x, but to date no wins in the Kruger Sea Wind. I haven't really raced it much though. I think that boat is showing more and more potential every time I use it.

Missouri River 340 2010

2010-12-28T15:44:00.000-08:00

Now that the year is almost over and I haven't even been on the water for a month, I suppose its time to update the blog. 2010 was my inaugural running of the Missouri River 340, which is the longest non-stop river race in the world. The course stretches from Kansas City, Mo, to St Charles, Mo. It works out to about 340 miles, and stretches across the entire state of Missouri. Along the way racers are required to sign through checkpoints, but nobody has to stop until they reach the finish line.

2010 had a field of 244 boats.

I started at 6:00 am with a bagel and peanut butter for breakfast at the starting line, loaded and prepped the boat, and shortly thereafter was on the water where I would remain for nearly three days. Dad was running shore duty for me, hauling my extra gear from checkpoint to checkpoint, procuring food and water, and generally trying to make my life a little easier.

By 7:00 am the Kaw River confluence (where the Kaw meets the Missouri in KC) was beginning to fill up with boats. It wasn't long until easily over a hundred boats and their paddlers were out cruising the Kaw and warming up. News crews were filming, and helicopters were photographing from above, adding to the excitement. Right before 8:00, the national anthem was sung, and the remaining seconds were counted down. The race was started with rifle salute, and we were off!

The race begins!

244 boats surged forward and were drawn into the Missouri River, which was flowing above 90,000 CFS. Even merely floating I clocked 4.5 mph and with a bit of effort could easily make 8 mph, although I did hit 13 mph at one point in the race. Only 10-15 miles into the race I suddenly realized I was pushing way too hard to be able to maintain my pace for 340 miles, so I had to force myself to slow down to conserve my energy, spirit, and muscles. The first 50 miles flew by in 6 hours, and I checked through checkpoint 1 which was a beehive of boats and shore personnel. CP2 was about 30 miles further, and I made it several hours before the cutoff. I was pretty happy about that, since I didn't have to make my next checkpoint until the following morning. I made CP 3 late that evening, and decided I was going to try to sleep. That was definitely a mistake. The checkpoint was pretty active, and noisy, and although I did sleep, I would have been better off if I had stayed on the water, since I really didn't feel too tired yet.

Still, after a 3 hour nap I took off again to paddle into the night.

The river was lit by a big full moon, which made navigating easy, and the next morning at 8:00 I had put 135 miles behind me. So far that had been my longest 24 hour distance.. I arrived at CP4 mid morning, ate some cheeseburgers, and had a Pepsi while my water and food was being reloaded, and I was off again. By early afternoon I was starting to feel it. Minor aches and pains had begun to settle in, and things I didn't even notice when I started were beginning to annoy me. However, the current was swift, there was no contrary winds, and the scenery was amazing. The river had begun to descend into a deeper channel, which gave rise to occasional bluffs and steep, tree-covered hills.

Leaving Glasgow, Missouri on day 2

The second day I was determined I was going to reach Jefferson City, which would leave me with roughly 120 miles for the third day. Feet that had been soaked for two days resting in the bottom of the canoe with pressure on the heels were beginning to get very painful, and the pockets of my elbows were a little sore, and I was feeling generally fatigued but really in good spirits. I pulled over and stopped for a bit and rearranged my boat to help keep my feet dry and get a little circulation back into them, and kept on going. Darkness fell long before I reached Jefferson City, and around 9:30 or 10:00 pm I found myself paddling alone. Our checkpoints were marked at night with a flashing blue strobe light, and I was really looking forward to getting to Jefferson City for a nap and maybe some food. Finally at long last I rounded a corner and about 3-4 miles ahead noticed a flashing blue light. Spirits boosted I pushed on faster. I was passed by a kayaker, who I noticed went right by the strobe. I thought to myself that perhaps he was fatigued and didn't notice it, but I would let the race officials know when I got there.

I made straight for the light and to my suprise I couldn't find the landing! I clenched my flashlight in my teeth searching the shoreline as I paddled along, but to no avail. Suddenly of all things, a train drove straight through the checkpoint! I was a bit befuddled until I realized I was searching for a landing on the railroad tracks, and the strobe was a rail marker. A little disappointed I turned back into the river, and discovered the real checkpoint about a mile further downriver. After a sandwich, and another three hour nap I was back on the river, but not for long. After an hour out (2:00 am), thick fog rolled in, and almost instantly I was in a whiteout. I became disoriented, and tried to decide the best course of action. I went river left, but realized at that point there were wing dikes in the water, so I blindly paddled back across the river hoping to find refuge. Suddenly, mid-river a brief burst of breeze parted the fog, and I saw shore! I pulled hard on the paddle, and sprinted for shore as the fog closed back in. Amazingly I found a wrist thick mooring cable hanging looped around a tree, and tied my canoe to it. With nothing better to do, I wrapped myself in my space blanket, and laid in the boat and slept. I can't begin to describe how great that five hours of deep sleep felt. I awoke feeling great, and well rested, and saw that the fog was beginning to lift.

Missouri River fog on morning 3

Well rested, and in high spirits I pushed on the remainder of the way to the next checkpoint. I talked to my Dad, and decided we would do touch-and-go stops, lasting just long enough to grab some water and food, and I would be off. My next checkpoint might have lasted a minute, while Dad restocked my water, I ran up the hill on now-unsteady legs and grabbed three cheeseburgers and two cans of Pepsi from a concession stand. I had one burger eaten by the time I ran back to the boat and was nearly through the second as I climbed in. Unfortunately fatigue was beginning to get the better of my stomach, and the rest of the race was a bitter battle to keep my food down. Finally in late afternoon, I arrived at Klondike Park. Final checkpoint. 27 miles left. My abs cramped violently as I tried to get out of the boat, and my legs gave out as I attempted to stand. I threw everything I could out of the boat, Dad dumped a half gallon of water into my jug, and I jumped back on the water. I went hard. After 310 miles I knew I didn't need to save myself for another night, or many more miles. The GPS kept climbing, 10, 11, 12, finally 13 mph every now and then. I should have slowed down a bit. A few miles later I was exhausted, and had to slow down again, although I still ran up over 10 mph frequently. Finally I was too wrecked to go that fast anymore, and slowed down to a 7 mph cruising speed.

Night fell, and the river stretched on forever in front of me. A moored barge helped briefly, shining his massive spotlight downriver to help light the way. Finally I realized no one was visible in front or behind me, and whatever position I held in the race at that point was the one I would end with. Elated in knowing that I would finish this race, I decided I would just take it easy and enjoy the last six miles. A bright moon filled the starry sky, and the cool night air was a relief after a hard day. I felt pretty good right then. At last the finish line drew into sight, and I pulled into the finish, welcomed by my Dad and fellow racers. I had a couple slices of pizza, and stumbled around for a bit trying to get my legs back under me, then went to the hotel, a hot shower and warm bed. After 61 hours, and 38 minutes in the race, I could finally get some decent sleep.

I slept like a baby.

Finish Line Hermann Checkpoint

Racing canoes

SD Kayak Challenge 2010

2010-05-31T06:15:00.000-07:00

My Sea Wind waiting to launch.
This was the beginning of the South Dakota Kayak Challenge. This was a 75 mile race from Yankton, SD to Sioux City, IA on the Missouri River. There were four checkpoints along the way where I could resupply with water and ice, which was pretty nice considering the 90 degree temps. Saturday morning at 7:00 the race started to a volley fired from the dock, and the serious racers were quickly gone. I launched about a minute after them. At first the river was good to us. Easy paddling, light breeze, good current, and cool air.

This was the scene a couple miles into the race. It wasn't long though, until we all rounded the corner and were faced with brutal headwinds of 20+ miles per hour, with even stronger gusts. Racers had to fight for every inch in water that was often only ankle deep, and covered in waves. I paddled with some fellow Minnesotans for the first few miles, then decided I was going to push on, and started going a little harder. I passed a few people before the first checkpoint 17 miles into the race, but by the second checkpoint my race position was pretty much set. By the third checkpoint I was paddling with two people from Iowa, and remained with them till the finish. It really helps to have someone with you to keep your spirits up when the going gets tough, and the going was not easy. We fought the relentless headwinds all day, sandbars hidden in the waves, whirlpools, and fatigue. We all finally made it to the finish line at 9:50 pm, to great relief. I managed to get the last remaining room at the Hilton in Sioux City, and it was needed. All in all, it was a pretty good time, very hard but rewarding at the end. I think it will be a annual trip for me.

Another Short Summer

2010-05-01T16:13:00.000-07:00

April rewarded us with balmy temps in the 60's and 70's all month, which was nice after the 11 month winter. Now that May rolled around, Mother Earth seems to have had a change of heart. Cold, with strong winds and rain. Not exactly good canoeing weather for sure. I did get out canoeing last Thursday, for 12 miles. I paddled at a reasonable pace (marathon pace) the whole way without stopping, and felt good at the end. I figure I could do 20+ miles with no problems, but since I strained my back the first time out this year, I am going to take it easy. I spent today padding the seat in my QCC 700x and same with the Kruger. Both are quite comfy now, and should be ready for the racing season.

2010-04-13T15:13:00.000-07:00

My homemade light system. This is a fiberglass base that locks over the Kruger Sea Wind cockpit. It is held rearward by two small bungee cords. This thing is virtually impossible to accidently dislodge. The lights are Wal-Mart driving lights ($18.00).
I was intending to run them off of a car battery, but after doing some figuring I found that the car battery would only power them for roughly 4 1/2 hrs. Not a very good payoff for hauling around a 36 lb battery. I went on a search for more efficient lights, and settled on mini MagLight LEDs. I mounted 9 LEDs in each reflector bucket in place of the incandesant bulbs. The result was a fairly bright light that could run off of 1.5 volts. After messing around with it I decided I could do better so I have found a way to mount 9 big MagLight LEDs into a custom housing. We'll see how that one works out for me. For now this is what I got.

The canoe

2010-03-31T14:57:00.000-07:00

Can't beat a Kruger. Worlds greatest canoes ever!

Hydration system

2010-03-31T04:13:00.000-07:00

Here you can see the technological marvel of my hydration system. A two gallon water jug. I removed the spout from the bottom, and found that if I sanded a piece of 1/2 inch CPVC water pipe down a little, it would fit in where the spout used to be. I glued a piece of pipe in, then put a 90 degree bend going up into a CPVC ball valve. The pipe continues up into a drop eared 90 that is screwed unto the water jug to help support the pipe. An adapter and pipe union finish it out. The hose end is a bite valve, with a short piece of hose, attached to a hose barb, which is screwed into the union. The nice thing about this system as opposed to simply sticking a hose into the water jug and taping it in place is that I can leave the bite valve attached to my PFD while canoeing, yet when I want to leave the canoe, a simple twist and the union pops free, and I am out and the water jug stays in. I am going to make two of these systems for racing, so one can be filled while I drain the other.

SPRING!!!

2010-03-28T16:56:00.000-07:00

it finally hit 50 here. Ice is off the river. I have built a new hydration system in preparation for the MR 340, and can't wait to try it. It's a regular 2 gallon water jug with a spout on the bottom. I replaced the spout with a ball valve, and pipe union. The other end of the union has a hose barb that fits onto a bite valve. Should have 2 gallons of easy drinkin water ready.

finally have snow on the ground.

2009-12-03T03:38:00.000-08:00

It snowed last night enough to turn the ground white. Probably three inches out there. Work is going to be fun now. Nothing I like better than digging in frozen dirt in the snow and wind.

Big Fish on Rock Lake

2009-10-29T16:44:00.000-07:00

This is the Saturday night meal caught by my buddy Steve on Big Rock Lake. Very filling.

Steve Fishing in a Sea Wind

2009-10-29T16:37:00.000-07:00

Steve fishing from a Sea Wind. Caught a big fish - a real whopper. Must have weighed three ounces. We ate it as a snack

Fish Camp

2009-10-29T16:34:00.000-07:00

Fishing camp in Big Rock Lake northern MN. Caught a lot of fish but no keepers

Kayaking in Northern MN

2009-10-24T12:58:00.001-07:00

A bad day on the water is still better than a good day at work.
This is about as good as it gets.

New QCC 700 Seat

2009-10-24T08:47:00.001-07:00

Anyone who has a QCC kayak knows they are a great kayak, but the seat is lacking. After 6 years of suffering with mine, I decided to remove the seat, and make something better.

The new seat is made from regular pink Styrofoam insulation, carved into the shape of a seat.

It was overlaid with four layers of fiberglass impregnated with epoxy resin. The result was a fairly light but solid seat. I shaped the bottom of the seat to the same contour as the inside of the kayak hull by getting it close with a saw, and then placing the seat in the boat and rubbing it back and forth on the rough fiberglass until it fit. It is held in place by a 6x12 Velcro pad on the bottom. It was then painted with gloss black tractor paint.

The new seat gives much needed thigh and back support, and looks reasonable nice. I'm pretty happy with it.