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A newcomer goes kayaking

Our deputy editor braves the "treacherous" Montlake Cut and wonders why everyone isn't commuting to work by boat.
Wikipedia contributor <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User_talk:Wsiegmund">Walter Siegmund</a>

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Agua Verde Cafe and Paddle Club

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Six years in the Northwest and I'd never set butt in a kayak. Not that this should be that surprising. I know people who've been here for 20 years and haven't so much as touched a kayak's plastic skin. A friend of mine in her 30s who's lived here all her life hasn't been on a floating vessel of any kind except for the bridges and ferries.

But I used to edit Fishermen's News, a gig that gave me access to 100-year-old halibut schooners and 100-foot ocean trawlers. I live in Ballard, where one sees intrepid kayakers come through the locks on a regular basis. There was no excuse.

On the kind of freakishly warm, sunny day in late September that makes Seattleites feel as if they're getting away with something illicit, the hub and I went down to Agua Verde Paddle Club to brave the waters of Portage Bay.

At the check-in counter, they make you sign a release form. There's nothing like a release form to up the anxiety meter. Not that I was feeling anxious. OK, a little. The kayaks are small and sit atop the surface of the water, and the ships passing by are very large in comparison. Kayakers look free, but they look awfully vulnerable, too. My kayaking experience thus far in 36 years of existence was limited to the waters off Miami, which were warm as a bath, and a basin in the Florida Keys where the water was actually hot. This Puget Sound water is so cold, I can't stand to be in it further up than my knees, during the hottest part of the summer — you know, that one week in August when you partially break a sweat.

To say that I had a healthy regard for the realities of the situation would be euphemistically accurate. To say that I had a perhaps paranoiac fear of the water wouldn't be inaccurate.

The other intimidating thing about kayaking, and about most Northwest outdoor sports, is the need for expensive gear. I'd priced the kayaks at REI and decided that, once again, the cost of gear would separate me from the enthusiasts. We decided on this first trip to head for the Washington Park Arboretum wetlands, which was our real motivation for kayaking. You can't really see the wetlands as you're whizzing by on the 520 bridge, and you can't really see them on foot, either. Most visitors to Agua Verde head for Lake Union, a jaunt that doesn't require a spray skirt. I'd heard of these spray skirts but wasn't sure what they were for or how they worked.

Our very young attendant — who was himself being trained — pulled out two contraptions that looked like overalls attached to Empire-waist hoop skirts. The bottoms of these slip over the lip of the hole in the kayak through which your upper body protrudes. The "skirt" keeps water from splashing over the hull of the kayak and into your cockpit. It's ingenious, this technique borrowed or stolen from Native Americans. We'd need the skirts because our journey would take us through the Montlake Cut, where we would vie for traffic space with boats and their wakes. If you overturn, you pull a tab on the skirt to release yourself. Yes, I realize this all sounds kind of sexy.

There are pedals in these kayaks, a feature that no South Florida vessel included. Chivalrously, the hub took the back seat and pedals but informed me several times throughout the trip, as his feet kept slipping out of them, that next time, I'd get steering duty. Note to newcomers: You can't take your security blanket backpack with you. What some do is slip the wallet into a waterproof bag that attaches to your waist.

Because we said we'd kayaked six years ago in Florida, our youngster guides assumed we were veterans, so I had to stupidly ask for pointers on paddling. "It's all in the push," said one, demonstrating a thrust away with the ascending paddle instead of a pull toward you with the paddle in the water. Paddling is easier this way, less stressful on the shoulders.


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Comments:

Posted Thu, Oct 16, 7:23 a.m. Inappropriate

Although a lifelong Pacific Northwester, I didn't don a spray skirt until about ten years ago, during a two-hour kayak adventure with my hub on Galiano Island in BC's Gulf Islands. We watched a video first and BAM! they sent us off to paddle on our own. I thought we were going to capsize/drown when one of the BC Ferries was in the 'hood. But I do recall that feeling of calm and being one with the birds and sealife. Since then, I've paddled in Ketchikan, Saturna Island and Vancouver's English Bay. And two years ago I really ramped it up and went on a three day kayaking/camping adventure (guided) in the Gulf Islands; last year, my hub and I went on a similar trip in the San Juans and in September we went on a guided 43-mile, four day paddle in the Broken Group Islands off Vancouver Island. We even bought our own two-person kayak to explore around our home here on Whidbey Island. Thanks for the fun slice of the Northwest -- Happy Kayaking!

Posted Thu, Oct 16, 11:15 a.m. Inappropriate

I second Sue's thanks, and highly recommend Agua Verde as well, for the kayaking as well as the food upstairs. I've only ever gone into Lake Union from Agua Verde, but have taken out canoes a number of times from the UW Waterfront Activities Center, just southeast of Husky Stadium on the Montlake Cut, and paddled over to the Arboretum and Broadmoor wetlands. Not only does it afford one a rarely-seen perspective, it's great upper-body exercise.

I'd like to do more boating on Green Lake, too. I've only ever taken out pedal boats there, and they're not nearly as fun as they look.

Posted Thu, Oct 16, 1:58 p.m. Inappropriate

Yes, the food at the Aqua Verde Cafe is a great way to end the excursion. It's one of the few instances here in Seattle in which you're not expected to break the bank in the name of sustainability.

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