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Kayaking the Florida Keys from Cow Key to Key Largo

Monday, October 10th, 2011

The Florida Keys are made up of some 1,700 islands.  From Miami to Key West, this archipelago stretches over 150 miles alone.  It’s here where I found some unique saltwater kayaking opportunities stretching from the Cow Key to Key Largo.

Kayaking through the Cow Key Channel

Cow Key  - Lazy Dog KayakThe two hour, 1.5 mile roundtrip through the Cow Key Channel beginning at US Highway MM (mile marker) 4.1(just outside of Key West) with Lazy Dog Kayak Guides involved a steady current that’s heavily influenced by the two high and low tides coming from both the Gulf of Mexico and Atlantic Ocean each day.  The firm breeze helped to counter the muggy conditions.  Bethany and her four-legged companion Tucker (a.k.a. “Mr. T”) served as our guides.

Through her guidance as we kayaked through open waters 2-10 foot deep, a natural mangrove creek and one “hurricane hole” (a pond surrounded by mangroves that offer more protection from hurricanes), I got an up close and personal view of primary Red Mangrove trees, whose prop roots filter out about 95 per cent of the saltwater while the trees leaves sacrifice themselves to filter out the rest of the salt so the trees can have “potable” water.   Their death means decomposition in the channel, which creates the soil ingredients to build up the small islands.

In my 12 foot Perception model, I heard the soundtrack of osprey, Great Blue and White Heron as I paddled through the waters, ranging in depth of two to ten feet.  Bethany often stopped alongside the mangrove growth to educate our group about the plant and animal life thriving here, letting us hold them.  Creatures like the prickly-feeling Florida Spiny Sea Star, and the Sea Cucumber, which has the feel of its vegetable counterpart.   She was excited when she came across a government-protected Queen Conch, a large creepy-looking snail that would make the subject of a good horror film.

Venturing to the Key with “No Name”

The Author paddling at "No Name"Just four miles off of US 1 at MM 30, I found a more isolated, off the beaten path world, where I kayaked roundtrip over a couple of hours in waters 1-18 feet in depth from Big Pine Key to the No Name Key (where the 1961 Bay of Pigs invasion was staged).   The winds whistled through the palms on a mostly cloudy morning and afternoon, helping to keep the heat and mugginess in check.   Our guide from Big Pine Kayak Adventures, was Bill Keogh.  He’s kayaked some 800 Florida Keys.

Like Bethany at Cow Key, Keogh’s four-footed friend joined, a friendly mixed breed named Scupper, who quickly won my fondness.  As we set off from Big Pine Key, the scent of sulfur permeated my nostrils because of the decomposing seagrass which this Key catches from Florida Bay.  Getting to the Key with “No Name” meant crossing the Bogie Channel’s choppy waters (about a 1/3 mile long) in a 12 foot Vapor that weighed 50 pounds.

When I looked down into the more shallow waters, I caught the sight of flat Turtle Grass, round Manatee Grass, and soft-looking Shoal Grass waving back and forth.   Being out in this wide channel heightened my sense of isolation from the hustle and bustle only a few miles away.  My eyes took in the sight of a kettle of Turkey Vultures heading south for winter.   Arriving at the No Name Key, we paddled into a deep mangrove forest via a very narrow creek, so narrow that I dismantled my paddle into halves, using one along with low-hanging branches to navigate hundreds of feet.  But awaiting my camera was a camouflaged Yellow-Crowned Night Heron bouncing around from tree to tree as well as a variety of crabs climbing the densely-packed branches. Read More→

Guest post by Constance Owens

Le Charmois Farmhouse

The road was only a dirt lane leading up to the house.  We huffed and puffed our way past cows lowing in the fields at the dairy farm nearby.  The calves lying close to the fence started and darted away as we approached. Then, we ran past more fields with horses swatting flies with their thick brown tails.    On occasion we would hear a car or tractor off in the distance.  For the most part, we were alone with the steady pounding of our feet.

We were in Moyen, Belgium,  which is in the French speaking region of Eastern Wallonia in the Semois Valley near the French border.

A good, long run, followed by a hearty breakfast feeds the soul like nothing else, which is one of the reasons we came here. We wanted to “rest” on this vacation—mentally as well as physically. We did not want to fill our days rushing around crowded tourist sites trying to squeeze in everything in a few days. We were looking for a “local” experience.

We found Le Charmois, a lovingly restored nineteenth century farmhouse resting on several acres of pastoral land in the Belgian Lorraine. According to DK’s Eyewitness Travel Book on Belgium—a most unlikely place to find such a quaint bed and breakfast.  Normally the best B&B’s are found by stumbling upon them, not scouring guidebooks. Luck was on our side when we booked the reservation by calling directly to the farmhouse. Read More→

Part two – The Journey in England continues…


The Paddington Bear stories were a favorite with my daughters and now with my grand daughters.  Here at Paddington Station, the bear sits ready to be adopted and enjoyed, along with copies of the stories.

July 4, 2011

We’re continuing our journey using only our own steam and public transportation in England and France. So far, so good—a real fun adventure.

In London, with our light bags, we took the tube from our hotel to Paddington Station, then walked to the Brit Rail terminal there to connect to our train for the short jaunt to the quaint village of Henley-on-Thames. My partner Landon, was competing in the Henley Masters rowing regatta.

Standing with my one rolling bag and my carry on, on the train ready to leave for Henley-on-Thames.  We'd just been on two subways and walked a ways through the station, so appreciated the light bags.

We settled in for the trip and relaxed– someone else was in charge, our job was to enjoy the beauty of the changing countryside as it unfolded in front of us.

We passed neat farms, quaint villages clustered around a church steeple and fields of bright yellow and purple wild flowers. We read and day dreamed. I relished the ease of the train and the relief from driving.

When we arrived in Henley, we walked the several blocks to our apartment, which overlooked the river. For the next six days, we got around by bicycle or walking.

Having an apartment meant that we could prepare some of our own meals, or make ourselves a cup of coffee or tea. I enjoy shopping in other countries, looking at all the interesting foods and their unique labels, buying fresh fruits and vegetables at the open markets and feeling like a local.

My partner won both of his races and I enjoyed cycling along the Thames or wandering around the quaint village of Henley.

We rested up for a big day of travel on our next jaunt—back to London, then to Paris on the Eurostar and then continuing on to Normandy.

 

 

  • For information on traveling by train in England, visit BritRail.com
  • For information on renting an apartment in England, visit HolidayLettings

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More in this series:
Part One: Arriving in London – but without the luggage
Part Two: The English Countryside and on to Paris

Dublin: New Year’s Eve and “The Edge” (part 2)

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

Enjoying the music somewhere near Temple Bar in Dublin

By David Grant

picking up where we left on in Part 1…

Sunday (New Year’s Eve)
Terence cleans out the Davenport by cashing his Traveler’s checks – so the first stop is to the bank.  During the walk the gag is set as “The Edge” story is told and the key is carefully handed over from my hands to Terence. “Room 134, don’t forget”.  Around noon we are walking to the Dublin Castle.

The weather?  Clear.  Gray.  Rain.  Wind.  Wind.  Rain.  Rain.

Dreadful weather, leading me to spend five Euro on an umbrella ($27 after conversion) that is ruined within two minutes by the wind.  Only half of the umbrella is still operational. After being led around the entire castle, getting soaked by the rain in the process, we realize the castle is closed so we head to a Pub for food and drink.  Another meal, another group of satisfied people as the food was once again amazing (not to mention the several drinks). While inside the Pub the sun shined outside.

Off to Christ Church where the weather quickly turned to awful again, making us run into a church that expected people to pay $5 ($27 after conversion) to see their sanctuary.  We decided against it (I believe Beth dropped an F Bomb) and then took a taxi to Mulligan’s, self proclaimed home of the best pint of Guinness.  This is where “Joe Friday” was sighted behind the bar. Rain. Rain. Gray. Rain.  We drank pints of Guinness and then went to O’Connell street where I took 45 pictures next to the James Joyce statue. Then we went to a Pub where Terence played Delilah and I showed off my new Grilz I got for Christmas.  In addition to the music and mouth accessories, Pints and Baileys were consumed as well. Read More→

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When one thinks of the word “Mancation”, it’s associated with thrilling outdoors activities with the guys. In Spokane, Washington, I got to experience a few thrilling activities that helped me “man up” as a traveler, so to speak. Thanks to Spokane’s location, outdoor enthusiasts in general have a feast of activities that will connect them to Mother Nature.

A Bird’s Eye View

When Denny Reed of Backcountry Aerosports was first introduced to a trike, his reaction was quite negative.  He refused to set foot in what he deemed a “flying weedeater.”  As time passed, Reed became one of the trike’s best human friends, taking willing flyers like myself up – way up – in his $60,000 motorized and natural flying machine. A machine, by the way, that has a 7:1 glide ratio.  It reaches speeds of 40-60 mph, a 34 foot wingspan, a 10 foot fuselage and a range of 270 miles. The experimental aircraft can be transported in a pick up and put together in 40 minutes.

I’ve flown many times in airplanes, including classic biplanes, but this trike experience was quite unique for me. I felt quite vulnerable at the thought of flying in such a contraption. I began my triking from a spot roughly 25 minutes drive from downtown Spokane, on a beautiful northeast Washington evening. After watching an orientation video, I was fitted inside the passenger seat. A helmet and microphone were put on me so I could communicate with the pilot of nine-plus years, who’s logged thousands of miles.

The take off was right beside his home, where a flat airstrip is situated.  Trikes, like his Air Creation Tanarg, need 250 feet to take off and winds of 20 mph or less for passenger comfort. As the machine sped up, I closed my eyes. I’m still a fraidy cat about heights, but once air bound – wind blowing in my face – I opened my eyes and got views of deer grazing on the rolling hills. There were tree havens and farmland as far as the eye could see. We flew anywhere from six feet to 120 feet above the ground – at times so low that you could literally smell the flowers!  The feeling I had was one of amazement and wonder.          Read More→