Century Club: Suzanne Fryberger

Sunday, December 20, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Mt Ararat
  • Rock Run Grist Mill
  • Bridge Pilings in Silvery Winter Light
  • Heron Nests
  • Susquehanna Rock Garden
  • Waterfall at Rock Run

41 degrees, mostly cloudy, wind southwest at 5-10 knots

Dobbs and I launched our kayaks at Lapidum Landing and paddled north to the islands adjacent to Rock Run Gristmill.  The water clarity was fantastic!  We circled Snake Island and then followed the mill shore line until we were even with the ruins of the Rock Run Toll Bridge - the earliest bridge crossing (1818) of the Susquehanna River below Columbia, PA.  The bridge consisted of eighteen 200' trussed arch wooden spans.  By 1857, the bridge was mostly destroyed and today only the crumbling stone pilings and abutments remain.  We inspected each of the eight pilings on the western side of the river and then paddled around the northern tip of Wood Island.  In between Wood and Robert Islands, we noted two trees that were filled with bird nests.  Later, I learned that these are likely heron nests - a heron colony - which explains the great number of herons we saw about.  Continuing south, we passed the abutments for the trusses spanning the gap between the islands and a single bridge piling.

We turned north at the tip of Robert Island and paddled up to the line of piling ruins extending east toward Port Deposit.  We kept going upriver in order to wend through the "rock garden" north of Robert Island.  Then, we bore off south, passing Deer Creek and heading for Rock Run.  We poked into the stream a short ways, admiring multi-colored granite and crystal clear water en route to a gurgling waterfall.  

On the way back to the boat ramp, we dog-legged east around Spencer Island for a better view of the pastel-hued sunset sky above the towering hillside.

Saturday, December 19, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Sam's Marina
  • Taurus
  • The Rocky Northern Tip of Garrett Island
  • Freight Train Bridge Over the Susquehanna
  • Wary Raccoon

35 degrees, partly sunny, winds light & variable

Dobbs and I launched our kayaks at the Perryville Boat Ramp and paddled around Garrett Island, north to south, checking out our favorite landmarks: the dredge teetering on the bank, the old tug Taurus slowly disintegrating, the submerged keel and twin engines of a boat otherwise carried away by the river, the freight train bridge, the ancient volcano, and the single remaining wall of an old stone building.  The terrain of the island is striking, and the remaining snow accentuated it.  We saw deer - 5-7 overall - along the west side and then, at the southern tip, we came upon some raccoons.  One climbed a tree and eyed us warily.  From there, we paddled straight back across, under the Route 40 bridge, to the boat ramp.

Friday, December 18, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Golden Grass and Blue Sky

34 degrees, wind NW 10-15, sunny

Dobbs and I launched at Elk River Landing and paddled south to Plum Creek and back. 

We cut through the marsh off Scotland Point and bypassed gunkholing a couple small coves and creeks in order to go straight to Plum Creek, the longest and most interesting-looking (at least from satellite imagery) of the lot.  Exploring Plum Creek, we made it as far as the bend beyond the Oldfield Point Road bridge before it was time to turn back.  This time of year, when the sun sets it gets cold fast!  We want to go back another day and explore more of the upper parts of the creek, though we'll need to find a closer launch spot - it's already about 2 miles from the park to the bridge one-way.  Winter kayaking presents more physical challenges than paddling in warm weather.  It's usually not distance, but exposure time, that limits how far I go.  My hands get cramped and tired from gripping the paddle through densely insulated gloves and thick rubber over-gloves.  Eventually, those same extremities and my feet get cold, and then I start to feel chilled throughout.  Still, I cherish every late Fall day on the water - Dobbs and I are almost always completely alone; just us and nature.

Thursday, December 17, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Red Point Beach
  • Driftwood Snowman
  • Moon Over the Northeast River

Temperature in the mid-30's, wind NW 5-10

There's still a lot of ice on the roads, so Dobbs and I stayed close to home and launched our kayaks from the beach at Red Point.  We paddled south along the Elk Neck shoreline, studying the cliffs.  Not only are they fascinating from a geologic perspective, but the colors are stunning - burnt orange sand, clays in salmon pink, creamy white, and dusky purple, and moss a minty tint of green.  The dusting of snow accentuated the details of the terrain.

Just before sunset, we turned back toward home, figuring the air temperature would drop pretty quickly once the sun dipped below the horizon.  We paddled northwest - out around Red #4, gasped at the strong ebbing current, and then northeast to land at our beach.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Baby, It's Cold Outside

Dobbs and I launched our kayaks at the North East Town Park around 10am in order to wrap up before noon, which was when a winter storm was slated to arrive.  We paddled southeast, exploring the canals along the shore and appreciating architecture and creativity, while also marveling at the time period when these canals were allowed to be dredged.  

Sure enough, as we were loading our kayaks onto the roof our our truck, snow began to fall! 

Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Number of days:
1 day

34 degrees, wind NE 5-10

Cold outside, but snuggly in kayak.  Paddled 20 minutes west toward the Flats and then back, at the end of a long day working in Middle River and then delivering sails to Annapolis.  Hazy, so only a couple stars visible through the mist.

Monday, December 14, 2020
Number of days:
1 day

37 degrees, wind northwest, Small Craft Advisory

Launched kayak through the surf at Red Point Beach and paddled up to Cara Cove and back.

Sunday, December 13, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • The Pea Green Boat
  • Concord Point Lighthouse

Dobbs and I launched The Pea Green Boat at the Havre de Grace City Marina ($10) with the intention of sailing to the Sand Island and back, but a Small Craft Advisory altered our plan - too windy!  We tried sailing under reefed main, but our reefing system needs to have reefing ties added to it.  Without them, much of the reefed portion of the sail is still able to catch wind like a low-slung spinnaker (ever heard of a blooper?).  Sailing felt plain dangerous, and when the water and air temperature are both 40-50 degrees is no time to try risky things. 

Instead, refusing defeat, we doused the sail and rowed along the Havre de Grace waterfront north to the bridge piling ruins.  For the ride back, we hoisted just the tiny jib and did really well.  Pea Green moved steadily along, and our confidence increased.  We zipped out around a moored rock barge before heading into the marina.  We had fun! 

Saturday, December 12, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Wide Angle Challenging on Short Boat...
  • To the Flats!
  • Sails Blushing Rose in the Sunset

Around 2pm, Dobbs and I launched The Pea Green Boat at Red Point Beach and sailed until sunset - west for 2.25 miles out onto the Flats, where we overtook a huge flock of tundra swans, and back via Red #4 (port rounding).

Friday, December 11, 2020
Number of days:
1 day
  • Happiness

Dobbs and I kayaked off Red Point Beach at sunset.  Where to go?  As former racers, we have a deep seated need to round something before turning back.  This summer, the Coast Guard re-marked and re-numbered the Northeast River channel (OUR channel) and took away Green Can #5, our precious local marker - the one we'd circled in Sunfish and kayaks, and watched bobbing in gales and back-dropped by sunsets, and even trapped to stillness in ice.  We admit it - it wasn't marking anything relative to a channel anymore - the channel had long since shifted, but STILL.  To the south of Red Point Beach, they swapped Red Nun #4 for a fixed, lighted red.  We'd been intentionally denying its existence, mourning the loss of Green #5.  Today, our racer instincts forced us to round Red #4 and officially welcome it into the family before returning to the beach.

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