Hey, it's nearly November and I'm just getting this issue out. Between working hard, playing hard and taking a great birthday trip to Australia and Tasmania, I'm glad to be able to squeeze out this final posting for the year! It's been a busy season for everyone as you can see from the size of this newsletter.

I want to thank all of you who have coordinated trips this year, participated on outings, and followed up with photos and trip reports and other messages of interest to the group. I'm thrilled by the number of new paddlers and new boats, and I'm sure Jeff Holmes and his team are happy, too!

In particular, I want to thank those of you who have joined us for cleanup trips. I know many of you pick up stray cans and tires as a matter of routine, but I also appreciate those of you who spent the day hauling muddy trash off the Middle Raccoon and Upper Iowa, and who walked the edge of Grays Lake picking up the flotsam and jetsam of our thoughtless neighbors. You make our world a better place.

Be sure to mark your calendar for the upcoming fall party on November 2 and the Armchair Paddlers Series that starts on December 8.

Paddle on and be safe out there!

Robin Fortney, Editor

Date:	Saturday, Nov. 2
Time:	5 p.m.
Place:	Lynn Aldridge's country estate in Mingo (directions included with this newsletter)

The upcoming winter season brings us the third annual Armchair Paddlers Series. Jeff Holmes has generously agreed to host us again this winter. This year saw Nate Hoogeveen diligently paddling Iowa's rivers, gathering notes, experiences and photographs for a new book on paddling Iowa's rivers.

Date:	Sunday, December 8
Time:	2-4 p.m.
Place:	Canoesport Outfitters
Program:	"Paddling Iowa: A taste of what's to come in Nate Hoogeveen's forthcoming guidebook"

Bring a folding chair and a warm sweater and join us for Nate's photographic preview.

Robin has dropped numerous hints about the importance of trip reports. They have all been really, really great.

I have always had a compulsion to be near or on water. In the past, my excuses have been fishing and fast boating. I had canoed in the front of someone else's Grumman and enjoyed it. When I bought a canoe the fun ended. I never found anyone who wanted to paddle as long or in the same direction as I did.

Early this year I read an article in a magazine about fishing from a kayak. I talked to Jeff Holmes at Canoesport Outfitters and demo'd a boat. Then I went to the Paddlesport Expo in June and demo'd some others and took a couple of seminars. I bought a kayak and fished from it. It was fun. Then I took a river expedition trip with Canoesport Outfitters on the Raccoon River. I turned into a nutcase! I'm obsessed! I can't get enough! I love to paddle!

Eventually I met someone from Central Iowa Paddlers in a canoe on Gray's Lake. As he was telling me of the virtues of canoes another guy in a kayak came up and joined the conversation. One of the things the kayaker said was "woman dig men in kayaks" or something to that effect. I went home that night and called Robin and sent a check to become a member of CIP.

I met Lynn Aldridge at Petersen Pits in Ames and later on the Maquoketa. Bob McConkey and I met on the Upper Iowa. What luck! They are as nuts as I am! We have together or separately been on the Raccoon, Middle Raccoon and South Raccoon at all river levels more times than I can count. I am truly blessed to have them as fellow paddlers and friends. Then I bought a second kayak. John Washburn was there when I did a rock 'n roll on the Boone River and he helped empty the water from my boat. He was also there with a light on the snags at the bottom of the chute on the full moon float trip. On the same trip he was there for the boaters that became swimmers.

Gerry Rowland showed me a beautiful stretch of the Des Moines with a unique view and opportunity to race to catch a train. Nate Hoogeveen came through for me when I really needed to paddle a pretty river. The Palisades on the Cedar are awesome close up and personal. I may have impressed him with my flexibility. At Sutif where they check IDs, we both were able to have a beer on the bridge patio, even though he left his wallet at the put-in.

The wildlife you see on the river, as most paddlers know, is indescribable. Every trip is an adventure. This past weekend I spent Saturday cleaning up the Middle Raccoon with two very attractive women. At one point as I was dragging a rusty gas tank up river to the ramp, I looked back and one was carrying a wet slimy tire on her shoulder. Twenty minutes later while we were on a sand bar eating lunch, she was talking about her trip to Europe and we were drinking tea she had brought back. What a contrast. Sunday I was able to paddle the same river collecting fossils and rocks with another attractive woman. What a life! It's all good!

Thanks to everyone I've paddled with. I have enjoyed every second!

SAFE PADDLING

By Gerry Rowland

I attended a benefit for Steven Nourse at Swede Point Park near Madrid on 9/21/02, and had a chance to meet friends and family. I learned that Steve and Larry had been at a memorial service by the river that day. They started from Sycamore Access near Saylorville, and portaged around Center Street Dam. Some onlookers told them that the Scott Avenue dam was runnable. Larry and Steve had considerable discussion about the Scott Avenue Dam, and even went up on shore to look at it. Steve made the decision to try and run the dam, a tragic misjudgement. However, had the dam been engineered for safety, he would not have died.

I want to say this: The time has come to develop safe water trails in Iowa. Other areas of the country have been moved by the death of a devoted paddler to provide safe passage through dangerous dams, or provide portages around them. (Steve Weliver cites Englewood, Co. as an example) An angled extension at the base of the dam would "drownproof" the dam at Scott Avenue. I pledge to work with the family and friends of Steven Nourse to eliminate the danger at this low head dam and others along the Des Moines, including the Cornbelt REC dam near Humboldt, Ft. Dodge, Lehigh, Fraser, and Boone Waterworks.

I had an opportunity to talk with the Public Works director for Englewood, CO recently. He said that several kayakers had tried to run a dam on the South Platte River in Englewood and drowned back in the 1980's, so the city and the Army Corps of Engineers built an angled extension onto the base of the dam that eliminated the "boil" and kept the daredevils from being sucked under. He said the city understood that kayakers were not going to stop running the dam, so the best thing to do was to eliminate the danger. I think this would work for Iowa rivers as well.

As a result of my presentation to the Des Moines City Council on Monday, 10/7/02, Harriet St. access has been picked up and is now on the regular patrol to prevent illegal dumping. Many thanks to Bill Stowe and DSM Public Works. Other improvements will be discussed with the City Manager soon. My sincere appreciation to the family of Steven Nourse who waited with me for 3 hours so I could make my presentation to the City Council. And thanks to my wife and to other paddlers who waited it out and were very supportive.

TRIP REPORTS

Getting Going

We left before the sun rose and headed north, trailer in tow with our four boats, napping and visiting on the way, and finally ending at lunch in Bayfield. By then, it was now early afternoon and we headed to our departure point at Little Sand Bay. There we did our first magic trick and somehow got all of the gear that was in the car into our now fully loaded kayaks. By then a storm was moving in from the southwest.

With mixed feelings, we headed out of the harbor at Little Sand Bay for the far side of Sand Island. The wind immediately took Dave to the left right, me to the far right with Rick just to my right. Steve, Matt and Bob were scattered between us - so much for our plan to stick together in the waves and wind. Matt came by and volunteered to paddle with Dave and headed out that way. He seemed best able to control where his boat went. It rained some, making visibility tougher, adding to our challenge. It was good that Rick had taken the time before we left Iowa to plot courses and mileage and not just in the storms when visibility wasn't so good.

The three miles to East Bay on Sand Island took considerably longer than the distance would suggest under the circumstances. We came to shore to stretch and take stock of each other. Steve did a temporary fix on his new fiberglass boat, the foot peg had come off just as we got under way. The storm had passed for now and East Bay was well protected from the winds, so we had a quiet stretch. This allowed us to enjoy the sea caves we passed at our leisure. Soon enough though, the wind and waves were again a challenge as we rounded the bend near the lighthouse, another wave of the storm approaching. It started to rain. We paddled on. As I recall, we were past the lighthouse without any good place to land by the time it started lightening, but still a way from shore. So, there was nothing to do but pushed on, seeking our camp site which had to be near the sandy beach we could see and were headed for, but was not visible.

Before long, we were all safely ashore, and split into two groups to search the beach for our campsite. Matt, Rick and I found the site and jogged back to our boats. Matt and I paddle out again in the waves to cross the bay to our campsite. I was not encouraged. The site was wooded, suggesting we were next going to be feeding the mosquitoes, which, it turns out, never happened. Worse, the campsite was quite a mess with water pooling in several areas.

Rick, Dave, Bob and Steve paddled in after the storm passed and the waters in the bay quieted down. By then Matt had water boiling and I had found my rain tarp and was well on my way to setting it up. In short order, the tarp was up, the kayaks unloaded, the tents set up, a fire started and dinner was getting organized. Dave was fixing chicken kabob over charcoals for the Ames paddlers and we were destined for a great camping treat. By then, our late afternoon departure from Little Sand Bay on the mainland was turning into night. That night, the sky cleared. The stars were stunning, numerous and bright in the surrounding darkness. We could even see the lights of Silver Bay about 25 miles across the lake on Minnesota's shore. Having gotten up early, made the long drive up north, paddled in some challenging weather, our long day ended. We were surrounded by the smell of the north woods full of Hemlock, Beech, Birch, Spruce, White Pine, mixed with the smell of the water, the sound of wind and waves, and the sight of falling stars as the northern lights danced in the night.

Paddling and Hiking

Friday came warm and sunny, though the water outside of the protected bay was turbulent and grew more so as the sun rose and we all ate breakfast. We headed out and after a bit, split into two groups. Dave and Steve paddled the caves and to East Bay. Rick, Matt, Bob and I headed to York Island. Fools luck, shortly after we headed out the wind and water calmed down. Near York we visited with a paddler from Montana. Among other things he told us about York and the "newlyweds" on the island, who we met shortly thereafter. We visited with the young lovers and then headed out, enjoying the outline of a heart made out of rocks they must have put on the beach in front of their camp.

And the water kept getting calmer. So it was off to the next island- Raspberry. I had wanted to get to Raspberry and see its lighthouse since my first trip to the Apostle Islands four years ago. We again ate a bite, visited with the ranger and other visitors, toured the lighthouse, and ate wild raspberries. I also managed to pick up some batteries for my flashlight and play a bit of croquet while we were there. Be sure to ask Dave about his descriptive paraphrase for this kind of game.

But, we had a long way to go, so we headed off, back to York Island. Again, the water was calm and we made good time. Bob, as usual, hung back in his fast Seaward kayak and kept to the pace we set in our plastic kayaks. After a brief rest on the beach we shared with the gulls, we headed for Sand Island. Still the water was calm. But, we were starting to slow down now, as our long paddle was taking a toll. Our good fortune held and we made it back to camp in good time because of the calm conditions. I guess we paddled about 15 miles or so in all.

When we got back to camp on the north side of Sand Island, Dave F had had joined us by then and we had a good evening visiting by the fire and on the beach. Steve and three others hiked out to the rocky point near camp to better enjoy the mirror smooth waters during sunset. It was the kind of sight that makes a magical impression. Exhilarated, but tired, we soon gave into the darkness and headed to bed. Sometime during the night it rained.

Hiking & Playing the Waves

It looked like two or so inches fell judging by the water in my coffee cup in the morning. And a soggy bunch it was too. Matt's sleeping bag looked more like a very large saturated sponge. Rick and Dave's weren't much better. Bob and I also had some damp gear too. Only Dave F was high and dry. He had thoughtfully made a little trench from under his tent to drain any water that might pool there. The rest of us, however, spent quite a bit of time this morning fussing with our wet gear as we fixed breakfast.

While we were doing that, the calm waters again were growing turbulent. Gale force winds that we had expected were building. So we hiked to the lighthouse and visited with the new retired volunteers that had just started their six-week tour today. We also listened to the weather radio that they had. The wind on the hill overlooking the water by the lighthouse was strong and growing stronger. From there we hiked to the bay just north of the sea caves past several very old White Pines and then on to East Bay. On our way back to camp, we picked up driftwood for our fire that night.

Back at camp, Matt, Rick and Dave successively suited up to play in the big waves near our shore in our somewhat protected bay. Matt was amazing. He cut right through the waves, rode some in, braced against the waves when he inadvertently got turned side ways and managed a roll when he didn't get his brace just right. Once again, Matt made paddling in these conditions seem easy. It was telling though, that he didn't stay out too long. Rick headed out next and took several tries to break through the waves. He did, and rode them back in nicely. Rick was soon back on shore again and was willing to lend his paddling jacket to Dave F. Dave headed out in his collapsible Feathercraft kayak and worked his way through the waves and found a relatively quiet spot. He then took a spill, though it was hard to say what happened. The good news was his cockpit sock which separated his cockpit from the rest of his boat, let him slip out. He jumped on the back of his kayak and considered reentry, but gave it a second thought and worked his way back to shore in a controlled way. That behind us, we all turned to our fire, supper, and a relaxing night in camp.

Heading Home

Sunday morning, we all ate a simple breakfast as we broke camp. Amazingly we were on the water by about 8:15. By then, the waters were again getting turbulent after the calm of the morning as we paddled out of our somewhat protected bay. But this time, all of us controlled our boats much better than even a few days ago in the swells, waves, and wind and were able to stay much closer together. Nevertheless, some of us were still carried by the waves, wind and swells when and where we didn't plan or want to be. Rick, just behind me caught a big swell and yelled out over the wind that he was coming through, riding a wave. I ducked out of the way. A moment later, a swell caught me and I surfed it sideways. That's not exactly what I was trying to do, but it did keep me from spilling. Rick asked how I like my ride. I told him it wasn't bad after I got through the bejesus moments.

There were other breathless moments before we all rounded the lighthouse bend and Sand Island was again protecting us from the wind and waves. We all enjoyed the respite of the quiet water to relax and visit. We headed to the sea caves and enjoyed them yet again. Rick and I came across a sea cave that had two openings to the sky, letting light into the darker reaches. Somehow we both had missed this several times before.

The sea caves behind us once again, we decided to stop at East Bay before we crossed the last open water back to the mainland. After a brief rest and yet another temporary fix to Steve's kayak, we continued on. An eagle flew off of the sandstone cliffs and we paddled pass, a family of Mergansers. And then the wind and waves were on us again. It was great to see that we could stay together the way we wanted and controlled our boats better than just a few days ago. Still, it was pay attention time and watch the wind catching that upper blade or a swell slipping up on you unaware.

There it was; we made it- the protected harbor of Little Sand Bay. Wow. The shore was busy with folks packing up and heading out for their own adventures as we loaded up our boats, changed clothes, and set out to eat a good sit down meal in Duluth at the Black Forest restaurant. Tall mugs were had by all and we cheered Bob for putting this trip together. Having eaten and said our good byes for now, we broke into smaller groups to head back to Iowa.

APOSTLE ISLANDS

Steve Parrish
August 2002

As I awoke Sunday morning, I thought "this is a perfect morning, except that I'm in a cold, damp sleeping bag, in a cold damp tent, on a cold damp island; and I'm 5 miles away from the mainland, with big waves separating island and mainland!" Such was my mood at 5:45 am. By 10:45 am, I was telling myself "cool, let's do that again as soon as possible!"

If truth be told, even as an experienced backpacker and camper, I found the Apostle Island trip about as much of a challenge as I needed for a 3-nighter. Between a busted everything on my boat, fighting an island approach in a squall (with lightening thrown in just for laughs), being island-bound because of a gale, floating in my tent because of two inches of rain, and negotiating several miles of quartering winds to get to the mainland, it was a full trip. Don't get me wrong - I'd repeat the trip with a moment's notice. It's just that, for the future, I'd follow a strict checklist: Here are my requirements for the next trip, which I hope will be soon:

CHECK OUT AND KNOW MY BOAT BEFORE I PUT IN: I had a beautiful new boat, but the rudder and foot braces were defective and nearly caused me to abort the trip. I became a better paddler the hard way by fighting 3-foot waves rudderless. Next time I want the option to kick in the rudder.

PACK A KAYAK REPAIR KIT: Duct tape works miracles, but a plastic bag with a few pieces of hardware would have reduced the stress a lot.

ONLY TACKLE LAKE SUPERIOR WITH SEASONED VETERANS: Fortunately, I was with some pros. I shudder to think what the trip would have been like if the whole group were at my skill level.

PACK FOR A KAYAK, NOT A BACKPACK: I should have learned from kayaking in Mexico. These boats can carry a ton of gear. You might as well enjoy yourself instead of living the ascetic life of a solo backpacker.

A trip to the Apostle Islands is a special experience. The sea caves are like a miniature Grand Canyon, placed in water for affect. The waters are tricky, temperamental, and anything but tepid. The lighthouses are a piece of living history. It would take a full week to get around and see the beauty of all the islands, but the mere preview we had was enough to sell me.

However, the best part of the whole experience wasn't even indigenous to the Apostle Islands. Go with a great bunch of people, and the trip is a lock down, solid fun time!

UPPER IOWA RIVER

By Robin Fortney
August 3-4

I don't suppose any of us gets enough of the Upper Iowa River. On this weekend, I planned to paddle the section from the Minnesota line down to Kendallville, but Al Foster warned, "The water level is low." However, it promised to be a nice weekend, so Bill & Phyllis, Roy & Joy, Father Bob, Dick H, Vic E, Norm & Diane, Cindy R and I joined up Friday night at the Kendallville Campground. Fortunately, Dick had arrived in early afternoon and carved out a bit of real estate for us. The weather was great, but, indeed, the water level was as low as I've ever seen it. But, we're a game crowd, and most of us have boats that can take the rocks, so off we went. We had to walk most of the riffles, but on a warm day, that's not such a bad thing. We saw an eagle's nest with a nestling in it, a green heron, several great blue herons and numerous cedar waxwings. We stopped for lunch in front of the bluffs and enjoyed the gorgeous day. We also stopped for a swim and had to work at getting into water up to our necks. Since the current was light due to low water, we worked to get into camp by suppertime. Cindy and Bill did the shuttling honors and we were all glad to settle into the evening with wine, good food and conversation. My big disappointment was the state of a big beautiful meadow that I remembered from last spring - the farmer was using it as active pasture this year and his cattle were tearing the bank up. Sunday was another pretty day, and we decided to float a shorter stretch, Chimney Rock Park to the bridge below Bluffton. Roy and Joy kindly provided the shuttle and we noodled downstream enjoying the bluffs and quiet day. We all find it hard to leave this place, but I headed home pretty happy to have wasted another fine weekend with great people in a fabulous place.

Phyllis, our favorite comedienne, teases, "Kiss my wrasse." Photo by Robin Fortney

What's wrong with this picture? Let us count the ways that sediment erodes unnecessarily into a stream. Here the farmer lets his cattle run deep cuts along the bank of the Upper Iowa, Iowa's most beautiful river.

LAKE OF THE OZARKS

By Robin Fortney

Have boats, will travel. Mollie, with her new blue kayak, invited me to join her on the Lake of the Ozarks in August. She has friends with a nice cabin on a quiet cove. We had an easy drive down, got settled in and felt immediately relaxed. The forest of oaks, dogwood and sassafras made me feel like I was back home in Maryland. The place was full of small adventures. On Saturday, we spent the day paddling the upper lakeshore, and we explored every cove, finding quiet corners where green and great blue herons live. Mollie and I might have been the first kayakers ever on the lake. It's a mean place for paddlers with power boaters roaring about during the afternoon. After dinner, we headed back out in a paddleboat, wine glasses in hand to watch the sunset. On Sunday, we headed across the lake, admiring the grand vacation homes and the wooded bluffs. We stopped at a little lakeside bar for sustenance, and I asked the bartender what river formed the lake. He replied, "Oh, this is a manmade lake. There's no river here." "Ok," I thought, "we are in Missouri." Back at the cabin, I found a map that showed that the dammed Osage River forms the lake. It's a tough life, having a vacation state of mind!

Mollie and I head out on the lake at sunset with a little pinot noir in hand. Photo by Robin Fortney

Mollie shows off her new kayak in a garden of marsh flowers. Photo by Robin Fortney

PEACE CORPS TAKES OVER THE RACCOON RIVER

By Robin Fortney

I went to Mexico last spring with Jeremy and Mariana, who met when Jeremy served in the Peace Corps in Bolivia. They enjoy the outdoors and like adventure, and I invited them to go paddling sometime. In late summer, Jeremy called, saying a friend from the Peace Corps was coming for a visit and could we take him paddling? Certainly, says I, and we head over to the Raccoon River. We put in at Puckerbrush access and paddled to Booneville. It was a nice warm day, though a little breezy and a bit low on water. We enjoyed ranging at the mouth of the Middle Raccoon - it was so shallow that we could bump along the sandy river bottom without a PFD. The highlight of the trip was when Jeremy found a rope hanging from a tree on a high bank. He climbed up and swung over and out a few times to gather courage for jumping in. As I said, the water was low, and there was an old downed tree below. Ah, youth!

Paddling pals on the Raccoon River. Photo by Robin Fortney

Jeremy takes the dare and swings into the light fantastic. Photo by Robin Fortney

MOONLIGHT FLOAT

By Cynthia Pearson

Thank you, Bob McConkey, for arranging a wonderful moonlight paddle trip. Fourteen boats (saved us from 13) and 18 people put in the Raccoon River Hwy 44 access and had a beautiful, dusky paddle to Bob's pre-selected sandbar, where everyone immediately started gathering wood for a campfire. John Washburn and Sandy's friend, John, snuck off and entertained everyone with fireworks during the dark. There was lots of campfire talk, state fair reviews, passing of munchies, and some wading as the moonlight came up. Those who wandered away from the campfire enjoyed listening to the mooing opera of local cows. The short paddle to the takeout was eventful as two kayaks collided with a tree stump and dumped. Bob lost his paddle. Good thing he and his wife, Bev, had two paddles for their tandem. But all were safe. Some paddled through a little tree tangle with the help of moonlight and flashlights . . . aaaaah. Reminded me a little of Ye Old Mill ride at the State Fair, but more fun. Take out occurred a little after midnight. I took some work friends on the same route next day to celebrate the completion of some projects. (Pinched ourselves to remember we weren't working -- yahoo!) Thanks to the wicked, heavy storm that occurred the night before the moonlight paddle, the river was running FAST, faster than the night before. There were lots of herons and lots of jumping fish. Finished the run in 1.5, far too short! My friends found Father Bob's paddle, pretty much were he dumped it. Bob's friend Dick pulled up as we were taking out at Kinnick Park to see if we'd found it. Dick told me that Bob had purchased the paddle from him. So, Bob, if Dick hasn't returned your paddle to you, he owes you money! What a good life.

OCTOBER BIRTHDAY PARTY ON THE DES MOIINES RIVER

By Gerry Rowland
October 19

In celebration of Robin Fortney's 30th birthday, we paddled from Yellow Banks to Runnells Bridge on a day that started off nippy and ended crisp and clear. We were 10 people and 8 boats, very colorful in our canoes and kayaks and our cold weather gear. The river was running at 5,000 cfs. We averaged about 4 mph over 13 miles.

Boats were dropped off at Yellow Banks, drivers took cars to Runnells bridge. Gerry and Dick Howard shuttled the drivers back. It was 40 miles round trip. We used the not-yet-complete Highway 5, which is ok but you have to watch out for the construction. It was in the upper 30's as we got ready to launch, with cloudy skies. It was snowing a bit during out shuttle.

SOUTH RACCOON RIVER

By Al Foster
October 6

Eleven of us ventured out into the high winds for a wonderful trip down the South Coon. The wind was very gusty out of the northwest, but at our backs pushing us down river most of the day. The river itself had risen sharply on Thursday and Friday because of heavy rains and had then fallen back down to a nice, but quick level. The stage at the Redfield gauge was 4.5 ft with an approximate flow of 580cfs. At this level, most sandbars are under water in the upper portion of the trip. A few of the big sand bars down by Kuehn were reduced to relatively small sand bars with lots of mud. The trip took a little over four hours from the Redfield Dam to Pleasant Valley Access. Paddling was not really necessary except to keep warm later in the day as cloud cover turned off the heating effect of the sun. For the record, the temperature did fall about 10 degrees during the day to 51F but the wind chill made it feel much colder and paddlers were reaching in their bags for additional clothes.

BRUSHY CREEK FALL CRUISE

By Rick Dietz

We had a good time at Brushy. Had six cedar-strip boats, maybe 14 paddlers total, plus Bob Modersohn and a boat builder and his wife, who stopped by on their way home from Minneapolis.

SUMMER FUN

By John Washburn

It has been a rough week.

On Monday, Kerry, Bob Mc, Dick Howard, Deb (friend of Sharon and mother of 2 young boys) and I paddled the Middle Raccoon from Panora to Redfield. Nice day - some shallow water - 16.5 miles and smiles.

Yesterday, Kerry, Dick, Bob, Lynn (who works for U of I as a chemist in Des Moines and lives near Mingo), and I paddled the Boone River from Allbright Access below Briggs Woods to Bells Mill Park. A little over 14 miles - strong current - high water - not many rock problems.

Good for us.

DES MOINES RIVER YELLOW BANKS TO RUNNELLS

By Cynthia Pearson
September 28th (2000 CFS)

Morning showers dissolved to a sunny warm Sunday, fabulous for a paddle on this pretty stretch of the Des Moines River. Trees are just getting ready to turn, you can see shades of yellow eeking out, and some strains of red in the foliage, too. Gerry, Kerry, Deb, and Cyn put in around noon and made our way down the river. Bends in the river were such that our headwind occasionally became a tailwind . . . this was definitely a paddle and not a float! But a great paddle. Many sandbars to choose from, sun sparkling on the water, we sighted about 4 bald eagles, numerous jumping fish, a beaver, and encountered about the same number of "pelican conventions" to see about 500 pelicans in all and some fabulous bird shows.

We stopped for lunch, and made another stop so Gerry could show off his rock-skipping talent. Since he topped his own skip-record, he hustled us to move on as Deb and Kerry threatened to overtake his new record! Kerry found a cow pelvis bone, the rest of us were content with lighter souvenirs. Water was shallow but plentiful, pretty, and refreshing for those of us who went in for a dunk. We made pulled out at around 5:30 and grabbed a bite to eat together in Carlisle before heading home. All in all, this is a fabulous stretch of river, wide vistas, beautiful bluffs, and it's only going to get better as the trees begin to turn. Paddle on!

BOONE RIVER CLEANUP

By Robin Fortney
September 21

Last month, I answered a call to assist Jim Colbert, Professor of Biology at Iowa State and Captain of the Skunk River Navy, do a field trip/river cleanup on the Boone River. I'm pretty easy (any excuse to be on the water is a good one), but Jim offered a free lunch and immediate promotion to "admiral" in the SRN.

I met the group at Tunnel Mill Access about 10:30 a.m. After unloading students, boats and gear, we shuttled vans and cars to Bells Mill Park. It was a cool day, and it always makes me nervous watching paddlers in blue jeans. Once back at Tunnel Mill, Jim took the students out into the river (it was quite low, but a great level for viewing mussel beds and doing an IOWATER assessment. Next, we traversed the river to an adjacent farm to hear about the landowner's prairie reconstruction efforts. He also indicated that the original owner of the mill dug a canal from the upstream side of the bend to the downstream side, and placed the mill in the middle to take advantage of the 7-foot drop in elevation.

Finally, we got into the boats and began the river cleanup. The students were tentative as they started looking for trash, but as the day proceeded and they got wet, they attacked the trash scene with gusto, pulling everything from beverage cans to large tires into their boats. Lunch was Subway sandwiches and Oreo cookies, quickly eaten by hungry paddlers. By the end of the journey, the students were waist high in water seining for crawdads, and the boys were dunking the girls. They really didn't need us adults, except to supply wool blankets for the trip home.

Kudos to Dr. Colbert for providing great river experiences for his students.

RIVER RUMBLE 2002
MINISOTA & MISSISSIPPI RIVERS

By Bob Johansen

The week-long canoe and kayak adventure was much easier this year, largely because the length of time spent paddling each day was shortened. Southern Minnesota had ample rains this summer, resulting in a flow rate of 3 to 4 miles per hour on the Minnesota River. Even on days where a distance of 20 or miles was covered, the hardy paddlers would arrive an hour or two ahead of schedule at the stopover towns.

Itinerary:
July 27	Travel by bus from Prescott, WI to Mankato, MN
July 28	Mankato to St. Peters, MN	17 miles
July 29	St. Peters to Hendersen, MN	24 miles
July 30	Henderson to Belle Plaine MN	22 miles
July 31	Belle Plaine to Shakopee, MN	25 miles
Aug. 1	Shakopee to Ft. Snelling	23 miles
Aug. 2	Ft. Snelling to St. Paul Park	16 miles
Aug. 3	St. Paul Park to Prescott, WI	17 miles
	Total mileage	144 miles

The Mankato paper, The Free Press, had a front-page article about the Great River Rumble on July 29. Two members on the float, Jim and Marcia Mason, were from Mankato and had suggested the route, as it was the city's 150th anniversary. The park we stayed at while in Mankato was called Land of Memories. Our own Mark Metelman stopped by to check out the event, as he was in the area for the weekend kayaking on the river. Participants:

Over 100 people took part in the event, with some going for a day or two but most traveling the entire trip. The ages were from 14 (minimum allowed) to age 83. There were two judges among the group, schoolteachers, and other interesting folks. They came from California, Texas, Missouri, Oklahoma, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, and, of course, Iowa. Iowa had the largest number represented! The majority were repeats, having traveled in past rumbles and there were a few inexperienced (one objective of the trip was to help people learn about paddling, and to educate, which it did very well). Less experienced were often matched with veterans such as in canoes. Canoes & Kayaks:

Outside of an expo, this was a good place to see the latest in canoe and kayak crafts and have a chance to try different ones. There were a few single canoes (one lady, Gayle Miller, set a record by being the first female to solo a canoe for the entire trip... all 7 days), doubles, one triple and one 4-passenger (called a Minnesota 4, by We-no-nah), 2 or 3 double kayaks, and numerous single kayaks made up the rest. Some were hand crafted. In the past decade, according to Rex Klein, organizer of the event, they went from 80 percent canoes to 60 percent kayaks. They also had a 26-foot trade canoe along, a fun boat of 10 people, used if you needed a break for a day due to injury or fatigue. Hazards:

There were plenty of hazards in the form of downed trees, similar to what we find on the Des Moines River. The snags presented a challenge in navigating especially when in a group this size. There was one accident of sorts when Jim and Marcia Mason collided with a kayak as it ran into a snag pulling the canoe down, lodging it in a submerged tree. Jim had a sandal caught on a branch and had to maneuver under water to take it off before coming up. Quick thinking, respect for the water, and life vests saved the day. All were ok although the Kevlar canoe ended up with a hole in it as the boat rescue crew had used too much force to get it out. It was patched with duct tape and made it the rest of the trip without a problem. Later, when we approached the Twin Cities, barges were in motion as well as parked along the river. Rex was in radio contact with the operators and care was taken when near these monsters. Ft. Snelling State Park:

One of the more interesting places where we stayed was Ft. Snelling State Park. It is an old fort built originally in the mid 1800's and sits on the bluffs above the Mississippi, three miles upstream from where the Minnesota River joins in. The fort has been restored to its original structure and people dress up and live there similar to the way they did in the 1840's. As the armada of boats and kayaks turned and started up to the fort on August 1st, a large cannon was fired announcing our arrival. A trade voyager canoe had also joined the group from St. Paul, with people dressed for the period, and this added to the occasion.

We were fortunate camp not only around the historic fort, but also inside on the parade field, making this the most popular stop of the trip. That evening we had dinner catered in and later had the chance to watch the Northern Lights as they put on a display. 2003 River Rumble:

TURKEY RIVER

By Dean Logsdon

We had a great time over Labor Day at Motor Mill County Park (near Elkader). We had about 30 people and 10 dogs in camp. It was the first time I took the three dogs in one canoe. The water level was at 550 cfs by Sunday, and we had a good lightning storm on Sunday night. We canoed into camp on Saturday from Elkader as the other put-in was muddy. We got a late start, but it was only 6 miles. On Sunday, we went downstream from camp to Garber, which is 12 miles, and it took us about 7 hours. We started the shuttle before 10:00.

UPPER IOWA RIVER CLEANUP

By Robin Fortney

Central Iowa Paddlers were invited to join local canoe outfitters, Iowa DNR staff, AmeriCorps volunteers and others on the second annual Upper Iowa River cleanup on September 28. Paul and I arrived after dark at Chimney Rock Campground north of Bluffton on Friday eve. We enjoyed the fire and friendly campers while we put our tents up. It was a cold night, and I wore my wool hat to bed. The next morning dawned cloudy and cool, and I was happy to wear a wet suit.

There were about 16 people, including several Luther College students. We put in at the campground and floated along, enjoying early fall color and occasional wildlife, while gathering up tires, cans, and other typical river garbage. By lunchtime, the sun peaked out and we enjoyed a leisurely potluck lunch at Randy's Bluffton Campground. We were scheduled to float on down to Malanaphy Springs, but, fortunately, our shuttle met us a few miles upstream. We were a tired bunch, wet and weighted down with mud and river trash. The warm showers were much appreciated and so was the fabulous potluck dinner. It started to rain as we cooked dinner, so we moved into a covered shelter and just enjoyed the wine, food and tall tales until bedtime.

Thanks to: Diane for organizing the event, owners of Chimney Rock Campground for hosting us and providing boats, and Bill for bringing my boat.

Sunday was a gorgeous day, and I joined Paul for the Hawk Watch at Effigy Mounds National Monument. The local Audubon group hosted a great event, with a raptor release and various exhibits. While we didn't see large numbers of hawks, I enjoyed exploring the new boardwalk connecting the Yellow River valley with the park.

IOWA WATER TRAIL ASSOCIATION

By Gerry Rowland

The NRT advisory committee will meet November 18 at the DOT offices in Ames. We'll have a water trail grant from Van Buren County and perhaps others.

River trail signs have gone up at Jester Park and at Yellow Banks Park. Thanks to Polk County Conservation Board!

GEAR BUY OR TRADE

DO BUGS DRIVE YOU NUTS?

File this away for next summer:

OK, mosquitoes...prepare to be repelled! Use Bounce Fabric Softener Sheets...Best thing ever used in Louisiana...just wipe on & go...great for babies.

Bob, a fisherman, takes one Vitamin B-1 tablet a day April through October. He said it works. He was right. The odor the tablet gives out through your skin (YOU can not smell it) repels mosquitos,black flies, no seeum's, and knat's. It does not work on stinging insects. Hasn't had a mosquito bite in 33 years. Try it. Every one he has talked into trying it works on them. Vitamin B-1 (Thiamine hydrochloride 100 mg.)

Ken said NPR reports that if you eat bananas, the mosquitoes like you, something about the banana oil as your body processes it. (Maybe they need the potassium too) Stop eating bananas for the summer and the mosquitoes will be much less interested.

This is going to floor you, but one of the best insect repellents someone found (who is in the woods every day), is Vick's Vaporub.

"Tough guy" Marines who spend a great deal of time "camping out" say that the very best mosquito repellant you can use is Avon Skin-So-Soft bath oil mixed about half and half with alcohol.

Mix your own:
20 drops Eucalyptus oil
20 drops Cedarwood oil
10 drops Tea Tree oil
10 drops Geranium oil
2 oz. carrier oil (such as Jojoba )

Mix together in a 4 oz. container. Apply to skin as needed avoiding the eye area. Keep out of reach of children. Test on a small area of skin for sensitivity. Experiment with different percentages of essential oil. From Sharon:

One of the best natural insect repellants that I've discovered is made from the clear real vanilla (not the grocery store vanilla extract which is mostly alcohol). This is the pure

vanilla that is sold in Mexico. It's cheap there if you know of someone that lives there or in the US close to the border. If not, health food stores usually carry it or can order it for you. I use it half vanilla and half water and find that it works great for mosquitoes and ticks, don't know about other insects.

When all else fails, get a frog.

RIVER TREASURES

Contributed by Sue Hotovec

Here's the word I got back on my find from the river cleanup a couple weeks ago:

From: Bill Johnson, Curator/Natural History, SHSI
Subject: Fossil

You have a fossil that dates back over 300,000,000 years. The item you found is the fossilized remains of a sea animal called an ammonite.

Specifically, it is Goniatites sp. Goniatite is a relative to the modern chambered nautilus and squid. Its coiled shell once held a soft squid-like animal. This animal, like the modern nautilus, lived in a coiled shell that is divided by curved chamber walls, each formed as the animal grows larger and needs more room. The chamber walls are a smooth curve in the modern nautilus but in the Goniatite, the chamber divisions had waves. The photo (see above) shows a polished specimen from Morocco, its chamber divisions are visible.

Phylum:	Mollusk
Class:	Cephalopod
Order:	Ammonite
Genus:	Goniaties
Species:	globulosus
Age:	Pennsylvanian period, about 300 million years ago

Fossil Goniatites are first found in the Devonian period (400 million years ago) and they died out in the Permian period (250 million years ago). Other groups of Cephalopods, including squid and nautilus continued on to modern times. The fossil probably originated from a shale bed associated with coal that is found in central and southern Iowa. They are occasionally found in old coalmine rubble.

YOU MIGHT BE A PADDLING ADDICT IF...

(Credit: Paddler Magazine, Sept./Oct. 2002 issue)