Are you smarter than a duck? We like to think so. But sometimes we have to wonder about ourselves. Take two Sundays ago, for example… “Sunday morning: West winds 10 to 15 knots gusting to 20, increasing in the afternoon with gusts to 35 knots.” So droned the local marine forecast each time we checked. (Ducks have their own mysterious methods of predicting weather.)
Thirty-five knots?! Whipping up 32-degree water? Luck—or rather, land—would be on our side, as a northwest wind is an offshore wind to us. We’d hug the shore, duck-like, enjoying its protection from the wind, all the way from Larchmont to Mamaroneck to Milton Harbor/Rye Marina and back. Plus, we’d start early and be off the water before things got too bouncy. Plan!
We met up with Alan, Rick and Andrew (experienced year-round paddlers) at the mouth of Mamaroneck Harbor. A mile later, we were astonished to find our usual shortcut near Hen Island was still frozen over.
The ice was too thick to punch through. So out and around Hen Island we went, as ducks stood one-legged on the ice, eyeing us warily, conserving their energy.
Milton Harbor was ice-free. As the wind picked up, we paddled in the lee of Hen Island and Marshlands Conservancy to Rye Marina (and deli). Five scrambled-egg breakfast sandwiches later, we got back in our yaks and headed for home.
We heard it before we saw it. At the mouth of Milton Harbor, 35-knot NW gusts howled across the open Sound, blowing anything and everything swiftly to Long Island, four miles and one shipping channel away. From the windward side of Hen Island, we remembered that our iced-in (dangerous) shortcut wasn’t an option. After some exploration, we decided to portage to the calm protected side of Hen Island, then relaunch and—maybe, maybe—round that vicious corner to slog upwind, exposed, just one nautical mile to Mamaroneck.
“We won’t be able to hear each other over the wind,” Jean hollered. “We’ll need a hand signal for ‘Plan B.’”
“Plan B?” Alex shouted back.
“NOT slogging to Mamaroneck! Instead, we float downwind to American Yacht Club where they’ll be very happy to see us alive and kicking, and where there are roads (unlike Hen Island) so we can get picked up and cartop it home, yay.”
“Er, what’s the signal for that?”
Jean yanked her thumb back over her head. Retreat!
While these conversations were happening, Kevin—the sailing instructor at American Yacht Club who’d just cancelled the frostbiters’ class due to ridiculous weather—looked out across Milton Harbor and saw this (click for video):
And about ten seconds later, he saw this:
Plan B arrived in the form of Plan “D” for Deborah.
So… in conclusion: What if we had stuck with our Plan A: Paddling to Mamaroneck in a 30+ knot headwind in choppy 32-degree water? What could possibly go wrong…? Well, we might’ve got back just fine. On the other hand, upon venturing out from the wind protection of Hen Island, one (or more) of us might have been capsized by the gale—inspiring others to attempt rescues, who’d likely capsize while trying to reach the swimmers. An icy “all-in” situation (very bad). Other risk factors we considered:
- We were already tired from the portage
- In those temps, hands become useless very quickly. (Blow up a paddle float? Press a radio button? Good luck.)
- You can go hypothermic, despite the drysuit (due to mild air temps that day, at least one of us had on fewer-than-usual layers underneath…)
- No other boats were around to assist—or even see us
- Ducks were having none of it
Beware the Ides of March, they say; and may we add, the temptation to see what it’s like to paddle in winds higher than we’ve ever experienced. Let’s just save all that for warmer weather and water. Plan!
Can I just add that it’s 32 degrees C here today. Now thats perfect paddling weather. 32 degrees F and theres no way you will get me out of bed. a hell of a way to earn a scrambled egg sandwich.
Yikes! That’s like 90 F, isn’t it? Almost hot enough to cook eggs on a sidewalk. But we’re just being cranky—we envy your warm weather! It just will NOT warm up here. Which, as you’ve seen, can lead to “cabin fever” and paddling in iffy weather. Enjoy the heat! Thanks for visiting 🙂
Inspirational paddle report as we plan our 2015 debut, may launch within the week. Thanks!
We’ll look forward to hearing about your first trip of 2015. Thanks for the visit, Michael 🙂
Outlook suddenly bright to bring about the holiest of Thursdays, failing that surely a very good Friday. Heading out now to check the boat launch ramps, afterward begin the spring preparation routine.
Spirits soaring — bought a bag of currant scones & blueberry muffins at the farmers market today for open air riverside dining, best eatery on earth.
I would never do something that reckless! Wait……
As I sit in my warm comfortable armchair, with the sun on my back….. 🙂
Enjoyed the read. Happy Easter!
Thank you! One of these days, the warm sun will find us too…or so they tell us. Enjoy your holiday. J&A