I've Been Krugerized!
			    My Introduction to the Kruger Dreamcatcher
			    By Dawn Stewart (aka SandyBottom) 
			    When I arrived in Tampa Bay for my first 
				WaterTribe Everglades Challenge (March 2004), I was an admitted 
				sea kayak snob.  You know the type, "you’re not a real sea 
				kayaker unless your boat is longer than 16 ft, British, 
				fiberglass, skeged, and you aspire to climb the BCU star system 
				in paddling".   I had read a recommendation from Chief (head of 
				WaterTribe) to use kayaks with rudders in the Challenges; I 
				figured I'd show him, if you really know how to sea kayak you 
				don't need a rudder.   
				With my much-loved Nigel Dennis Explorer, a 
				"real sea kayak", I was surprised and somewhat humored by the 
				variety of boats intending to participate in this race.  I 
				remember thinking Wizard's Rob Royed 13' x 28" boat looked a bit 
				like a bathtub, being so short and wide.  I got quite a kick out 
				of Pelican's sit-on-top with a pedal apparatus.  I couldn't 
				imagine pedaling a sit-on-top for 300 miles in the ocean.  There 
				were a large variety of well-known sea kayaks, plastic, 
				fiberglass, carbon fiber, and some beautiful wooden kayaks.  
				Almost all had rudders except KneadingWater's Nordkapp (another 
				"real sea kayak").  There were also a number of boats called 
				Kruger Canoes registered, these looked so big I could only think 
				of a barge, and worse, people were paddling them with a single 
				blade paddle.  What was up with that, that's not "real 
				paddling"? 
				The winner that year was GreyBeard and 
				Ridgerunner in one of those Kruger barges.  SharkChow was 2nd in 
				his ruddered Current Designs Solstice.  Both came in a few hours 
				over 3 days.  Another couple of Kruger boats (Chief and Manitou 
				Cruiser's) finished in less than 4 days.  Wizard's bathtub 
				finished a few hours over 4 days, and Pelican pedaled in at 7 
				days.  I finished last with an elapsed time of 8 days.  I sure 
				showed them.   
				But, in a WaterTribe Challenge, it's not 
				the winning that counts; just completing the course is an 
				accomplishment all are proud of.  And when it was over, proud I 
				was to have become a member of this wide and varied group on the 
				beach at Key Largo.  And, as happens to many WaterTribe alumni, 
				I had changed.   
				I had finished my Challenge with a new 
				perspective and regard for different boaters and boat types.  
				All of us finishing this challenge had accomplished an 
				incredible feat in small boat expeditioning that certainly 
				didn't require a "real sea kayak", and in fact "real sea kayaks" 
				were not necessarily the boats that excelled.  Most surprising, 
				at the end of the challenge, I found myself wanting to try out 
				and paddle one of the Krugers.  I had finished the challenge 
				having spent 8 days being cold and wet, exhausted, sore, 
				blistered, and chaffed.  I even had to sleep (sitting up) in my 
				boat one night.  Looking around, I noticed that those paddling 
				Krugers were talking about being comfortable and dry, and fairly 
				pain free after 300 miles.   
				Not having any other, I paddled my NDK 
				explorer again in EC 2005.  Same cold wet ride, same chafing and 
				blisters, and also, same great sense of accomplishment.  
				However, during this Challenge, I began looking at the wide 
				variety of kayaks and small boats differently, with growing 
				respect, curiosity, and interest, especially as they might apply 
				to my interests.  Continuing to learn from my WaterTribe 
				experiences, I found myself actively looking at and thinking 
				about pursuing "other ways" to enjoy my sport, expedition 
				travel, and time on the water.  I now had a better understanding 
				of the statement "to encourage the development of boats, 
				equipment, skills, and human athletic performance for safe and 
				efficient coastal cruising" part of the WaterTribe mission, 
				almost a dare, certainly a challenge to be different and open 
				your mind to the possibilities.  Towards that end, I found 
				myself seriously studying the Krugers. 
				Mark Przedwojewski (WaterTribe member 
				ManitouCruiser), met and began learning about canoe expedition 
				from the famous Verlen Kruger in 1995.  Mark bought his first 
				Kruger that year, and subsequently began building Kruger Canoes 
				under Verlen's tutelage.  In 2003, Verlen offered Mark the 
				opportunity to purchase the company as he retired.  See
				
				www.krugercanoes.com for more information on Mark, the 
				Kruger boats, and Verlen.  These days, Mark is dedicated to 
				continuing Verlen's work and to making a little part of Verlen's 
				legacy accessible to paddlers.  
				  
				I learned that Kruger Canoes Inc. is a 
				small business with its shop located right next door to Mark's 
				lighthouse styled cottage, which he built himself on acreage 
				located in Irons, Michigan.  Mark is often the sole employee of 
				his company; he personally builds all the boats by hand, taking 
				as long as 80 hours to complete one.  There is no fancy stocked 
				show room or fast talking salesperson.  Kruger advertisement is 
				by word of mouth and accomplishment.  If you are interested in 
				buying one of these boats, you can call Mark by phone and come 
				up and paddle with him.      
				Mark had generously offered to loan me his 
				Dreamcatcher, a sea kayak-like Kruger canoe to use next year in 
				the WaterTribe Ultimate Florida Challenge (UFC), a 1200-mile 
				circumnavigation of Florida including a 40-mile portage, March 4 
				- April 3, 2006.  Mark knew I had wanted to try and do this 
				larger race and that I had concerns about attempting it in my 
				own sea kayak.  The offer was a wonderful surprise (not unlike 
				Mark himself), and one I couldn’t refuse.  Mark will also be 
				participating in this challenge in a Kruger Sea Wind.  Mark
				has always had a good showing in WaterTribe Challenges, 
				and, has the current distinction of having earned more 
				WaterTribe shark and alligator teeth, (the award received after 
				a successful completion of a WaterTribe Challenge) than any 
				other WaterTribe member.   
				And so it was that I found myself joining 
				Mark and Jack Cramer on an expedition paddle along the shoreline 
				of the Michigan’s Upper Peninsula (UP) on Lake Michigan.  After 
				which I will bring the Dreamcatcher back home with me for 
				training.  So on Wednesday, August 24th, 2005, I 
				drove the 1000 miles up to Irons, Michigan, hoping that I would 
				like this Kruger Canoe.  I hadn't actually ever paddled one.    
				This article documents my introduction to, 
				and impressions of, the Kruger Dreamcatcher, including a report 
				of my experiences during the Lake Michigan trip.  It is also an 
				attempt to provide a review of the Kruger Dreamcatcher from the 
				perspective of a paddler whose experiences are with higher 
				performance expedition sea kayaks. 
				That Friday in Irons, I met the 
				Dreamcatcher.  She has a “Lake Michigan” blue deck with a white 
				hull.  It was immediately obvious that she had weathered 
				thousands of miles.  She is Dreamcatcher #2 in a very small 
				current fleet of 20 worldwide.  Built in 1993, she's lived her 
				whole life outdoors, and has lost all her original shine and 
				luster.  Like me, she is a bit rough around the edges and has 
				been around the block a few times.  But she’s built strong, and 
				also like me, has many more trips left.  She and I will get 
				along just fine in the UFC.   
				
                       
				The Kruger canoes look different to a sea 
				kayaker and the Dreamcatcher even more so.  The boats are 
				advertised as the “ultimate tripping canoes”, designed for 
				comfort, efficiency, and seaworthiness.  The Dreamcatcher, 
				looking sort-of like a very big sea kayak, is not a 
				high-performance yak.  She is considered a traveler, designed 
				for the comfort and stability that would be enjoyed on long 
				distance trips, though many use their Krugers for short day 
				trips.  She is not a surfer, nor a play boat, though surf 
				landings and launchings are often required of her.  She doesn't 
				have the extreme maneuverability one would want playing in rock 
				gardens, though her layers of Kevlar make her strong and sturdy 
				in a rocky environment.  Through Verlen, and now Mark, her 
				reputation is for long distance expedition travel on water, just 
				what I love the most. 
				We spent Friday mounting my new Pacific 
				Action Sail (PAS), one of the sponsored donations I’ve received 
				for the UFC, and the best small boat sail designed for touring.  
				Mark proceeded to show me many of the Dreamcatchers accessories, 
				including a sun canopy (Bimini top), which will be very handy 
				during the month long trip in Florida, and a netted cockpit tent 
				that he made specifically for his use in earlier Everglades 
				Challenges.  And we discussed her other features and basic 
				handling.  We built a paddle bag, finished packing for the trip, 
				then relaxed with some beers, barbequed chicken, and waited for 
				Jack to arrive.  Jack Cramer, who I’d become email pen-pals with 
				a few months earlier as we planned this trip, is an avid Kruger 
				canoeist, who loves river travel and expeditions, and is about 
				to embark on a new simpler and different life, moving to Irons 
				to work with Mark, making and paddling Krugers. 
				I had a thousand questions for Mark and 
				Jack regarding the performance of the Dreamcatcher (and Kruger’s 
				in general), all of course related to my sea kayaking 
				background.  Can she be rolled?  How does she handle in surf?  
				How do you brace into waves when broached?  How maneuverable is 
				she without the rudder?  What about rescues with no front 
				bulkhead?  How dry is the back hatch?  How will I carry her 
				around getting on and off the beach?  Can I use a double bladed 
				paddle?  What is faster, single or double blade?  Mark patiently 
				tried to answer my questions based on his knowledge and 
				experiences and on Verlen’s and others reported experiences.  
				But, he agreed that in the end, I would just have to take her 
				through some paces and see for myself, and, he would be very 
				interested to hear of my results.  His confidence in these boats 
				is unwavering, and I could tell he expected I’d feel nothing 
				less.   
				Saturday 
				All packed up, we drove to St Ignace at the 
				Straits of Mackinaw, the body of water between Lake Michigan and 
				Lake Huron, to leave our cars at the take-out.  From there, we 
				got a ride to Menominee Wisconsin from Mark’s Dad.  At our 
				put-in, we camped overnight at a nice campground on the Lake on 
				Green Bay, and planned an early start the next morning.  Our 
				itinerary was to paddle north and east back to the Mackinaw 
				Bridge, approximately 180 miles. 
				Sunday 
				Sunday, the morning of our departure, we 
				were quite a curiosity among our neighbors at the campground, 
				with lots of picture taking and questions about our trip.  Mark 
				and Jack were both paddling Kruger Sea Winds.  These boats are 
				also considered decked canoes, but they have a very long 
				cockpit, and they look more canoe-like than sea kayak.  They too 
				are built with floatation in the bow and stern, but like canoes, 
				are without any bulkheads.  Sea Winds are routinely paddled with 
				a full spray deck, much like a very long spray skirt.  Like the 
				Dreamcatcher, these boats are considered ocean travelers.  In 
				all their paddling experiences, neither Mark nor Jack have ever 
				flipped one over, other than during the occasional messy surf 
				landing that we all have experienced at one time or another.  
				My questions about how to carry this 
				heavier boat around were easily answered.  All three boats were 
				outfitted with a “drag rope”.  This is a rope with handle 
				attached to the bow (or easily moved to the stern).  You just 
				grab the handle and pull, dragging the boat behind you.  Hmmm, 
				this was interesting, and very easy to do, even with fully 
				loaded boats.  Mark explained that these boats are built to be 
				workhorses; they do not need the careful handling that the glass 
				sea kayaks are given.  The lay-up of 10 layers of Kevlar on the 
				hull makes this possible.  Yes, you’ll eventually wear off the 
				gelcoat in spots, and it will lose some of its spit and polish, 
				but that’s just considered character.  This being a fairly heavy 
				boat, dragging is a very nice feature.  
				Immediately upon sitting in the 
				Dreamcatcher, my face lit up with a smile. The seat was 
				incredibly comfortable.  Another pleasant surprise was not being 
				swallowed up by the boat.  I’d previously seen a photo of an 
				earlier prototype with Verlen, which appeared that the cockpit 
				had came all the way up to his armpits.  The seat was adjustable 
				such that the paddler can sit lower or higher in the boat by 
				increments of 2” with 3 positions.  Choosing the middle 
				position, I didn’t feel like I was sitting particularly high or 
				low, and in fact it felt very natural.  And though I did not 
				have the same bracing with my thighs that I am used to with a 
				narrower boat (no contact at all without really trying), my 
				position in the boat to the deck seemed very familiar.  While I 
				might not have felt that the boat swallowed me up, it was 
				definitely voluminous inside.  I could put my legs and feet in 
				any position I wanted, include sitting up cross-legged.  There 
				were pockets and spaces for lots of gear on both sides of my 
				seat, behind the seat, and a cavernous space between my feet and 
				in front of me.  I was immediately sorry that I had packed for 
				the trip with extra care regards weight and bulk, my only 
				concession to a vacation was that I had packed a 2-man rather 
				than solo tent.  Oh well, I would learn. 
				Packing a Dreamcatcher is so different from 
				packing my sea kayak that has the traditional British 8” and 10” 
				hatches.  I have learned to pack for trips using many small 
				drybags, even compression sacks to get my sleeping bag in the 
				boat.  All this is quite an organizational feat that requires 
				labeling to remember where the heck everything’s stored.  Just 
				for foodstuff, I had 6 small bags; kitchen stove and utensil 
				bag, fuel bag, dinner bag, breakfast/lunch bag, and a snack 
				bag.  Mark and Jack had about 4 big bags in all for the whole 
				trip, and lawn chairs, Jacks even had drink holders in the 
				armrests.   The Krugers size certainly offers easy accessibility 
				to everything once you are in the boat.  It became a cruel joke 
				on me that throughout the trip, every time I wanted/needed 
				something, it was a huge search for the right bag, then 
				rummaging through the small bag.  By the time the trip was 
				complete, I had broken every fingernail and ripped just about 
				every cuticle with the packing and unpacking of my little 
				drybags.  Throughout our trip, I would watch Mark and Jack 
				miraculously produce all variety of stuff right from their 
				seats.  Incredible, I quickly found myself excitedly planning 
				the many changes I’ll need and want to make regards packing for 
				the UFC. 
				Our first day on the water was about the 
				paddling stroke.  Mark had suggested I take the opportunity 
				being with him and Jack to work on using a single blade paddle, 
				as it is the paddle type that was used by Verlen and is most 
				often thought to be the ideal paddle for a Kruger.  Mark had 
				given me some on shore instruction, and as we started paddling, 
				I would observe, mimic, and ask questions about  their cadence 
				and stroke.   I actually found the stroke came pretty easily to 
				me.  I was at first concerned that aerobically I wouldn’t be 
				able to handle the very high stroke rate I was seeing Mark and 
				Jack use.  I was in pretty good shape, but they were really 
				moving that paddle.  With a strong rudder, the Krugers are most 
				efficiently paddled with today's modern canoe stroke or marathon 
				racing stroke.  This is a very short stroke, less than 24” in 
				length, with a very high cadence, 50-55 strokes/minute, all 
				powered with torso rotation.  It is a simple stroke, and one 
				that looks to be much more work then it is.  The one area that I 
				do need to work on is in eliminating the sideways boat rocking 
				that result from my using more legs than is typically used with 
				the canoe stroke, but is part of my kayaking stroke.  With the 
				rudder for steering, one can switch sides whenever you feel the 
				need.  I was amazed at how much rest your body feels when making 
				that switch.  Already on this very first day, I was starting to 
				relax and feel better about my plans to do the UFC in a 
				different boat with a different paddle.   
				
                       
				After only an hour, a breeze began to pick 
				up and we were able to use our sails.  Since this was my very 
				first time with a single blade paddle, Mark decided he and I 
				should catamaran our boats together, we could sail when the 
				winds were favorable, and I could be able to work on the paddle 
				stroke when we needed to paddle.  Catamaraning Krugers is 
				another feature of these boats that allow an even more stable 
				platform during inclement weather.   We spent the day motor 
				sailing, ("motor" meaning human powered with paddle).  Jack 
				would occasionally get ahead of us in his SeaWind and Balogh 
				sail rig, which allowed faster sailing than our cat rig.  Mark 
				and I were using his Balogh Sail and my new Pacific Action Sail.
				 
				We motor sailed all day.  I was glad we 
				were able to mix it up, sometimes the wind would allow a total 
				rest from paddling, letting us maintain 3-3.5mph, other times we 
				could push it up to 4-4.5 with straight paddling.   We were 
				making great time, and with ideal conditions, decided to push 
				our larger crossings a bit and cut some corners by bypassing the 
				town of Escanaba, and crossing Little Bay De Noc.   
				  
				We camped on Stonington Peninsula, which 
				juts from the North shore of Lake Michigan before disappearing 
				beneath the water's surface to reappear some twenty miles to the 
				south as the northern tip of Wisconsin's Door Peninsula.   This 
				is also the site of the Peninsula Point Lighthouse, an old 
				historic lighthouse built in 1864 and abandoned in 1936.   The 
				light keepers’ house no longer exists, but one can climb the 
				winding cast iron staircase up the 40’ cream brick light tower 
				to enjoy the lantern view of the Lake and surrounding areas.  
				The station is situated on a small park, part of the Hiawatha 
				National Forest. This park also serves as a premium spot to view 
				the annual September migration of monarch butterflies which 
				gather to feed on the point before winging their way across 
				Green Bay to the Door Peninsula, and their remarkable flight 
				south to winter in Mexico.  Throughout our trip, a day wouldn’t 
				go by when we didn’t see Monarch butterflies flying past us, 
				even on those occasions when we were as far as 5 miles from 
				shore.  Interestingly, the Monarch Butterfly is the Kruger Canoe 
				logo. 
				Monday 
				Our 2nd day we awoke to 
				favorable winds and set off to motor sail again.  In true 
				WaterTribe fashion, this was a paddling trip with a destination, 
				not a camping trip with some paddling.  We were up early before 
				daylight; camp broken and boats packed in the dark.  We’d 
				breakfast during the sunrise and then be on the water early.  We 
				were a pretty serious group, wanting to make good miles every 
				day when the weather was good, and hoping to finish in St Ignace 
				on Friday evening where Mark and Jack had some business to 
				attend there that weekend. 
				We left Stonington Point and crossed Big 
				Bay de Noc, a 14 mile distance with 3-4 foot non breaking 
				rollers.  This is where we would leave Green Bay and enter Lake 
				Michigan.  We lunched on a small island off the point at the end 
				of the bay.  It was here that Mark and Jack would first set up 
				their big lawn chairs to relax and enjoy lunch, I on the other 
				hand  had this small lightweight low to the ground camp chair, 
				that was always more work setting up then was worth it, and 
				which eventually broke on the 3rd day.    
				During our picnic, I mentioned surprise 
				seeing so much water and no boats.   It wasn’t  total 
				wilderness, as you would occasionally see a vacation home here 
				or there, and following the Peninsula usually further back from 
				shore and completely out of site, was the highway that ran 
				around the lake from Michigan to Wisconsin.  Jack explained that 
				the UP is quite a drive from Detroit or other large Michigan or 
				Wisconsin towns and cities where there are people who might have 
				a weekend home, so it was relatively undeveloped.  There was an 
				occasional small town, fishing town or mining area, but mostly 
				it was beautiful evergreens.  It was not a flat land, but to say 
				rolling hills might be an exaggeration.  There were many 
				postcard views of untamed areas.   The shoreline on the Lake was 
				often rocky with an occasional small sandy beach, and very 
				thickly forested.  We traveled 28 miles before looking for a 
				place to camp.   
				  
				That night we camped at Portage Bay, which 
				was very rocky, and our tents were set up on stone slabs.  
				Further inland was much forested, and someone commented that it 
				looked like Bear country.   Most evenings Mark could easily find 
				wood and built fires.  We often had a fire for breakfast.  We’d 
				sit around the fire visiting and getting to know each other.  
				Planning the trips and races we all dream about doing, you know, 
				the Yukon River Quest, an Inside Passage trip, paddling the 
				length of the Mississippi River, etc…  We were all like-minded 
				souls with similar dreams of expedition and travel. 
				Tuesday: 
				On this third day, we set out with no wind, 
				though weather predictions were for the winds to pick up later 
				in the day coming from the NE.  There would be no sailing today, 
				and I was actually excited to be able to spend the whole day 
				working on my stroke.   I found I could get up some pretty good 
				speed in calm conditions.  Watching the GPS, I could easily 
				maintain 3.7 – 3.8 mph, even getting over 4 mph was very doable, 
				but I’d likely have to work on my technique if this was to be 
				sustained for any amount of time.  I was very pleased with my 
				paddling progress.  Later in the afternoon we encountered the 
				predicted headwinds, 10-12 mph, just short of white-capped 
				waters, and I experienced the ease of paddling into a wind with 
				a single blade paddle.     
				At one point during the day, I decided to try out my new 
				Greenland paddle (GP).  When Mark offered the Dreamcatcher, I 
				had planned to use a GP, as I had in my previous WaterTribe 
				Challenges.  I am a committed GP paddler, and even surf with it 
				in both my sea kayak and surf kayak.  Prior to this trip, my 
				husband had made me a new and longer paddle for use with the 
				wider Dreamcatcher.  I was anxious to try it out, though was 
				quite surprised at how much I was enjoying using the single 
				blade canoe paddle.  My husband had carefully made as light a 
				wooden paddle as he could, yet, it was no comparison to the 
				carbon fiber single bladed canoe paddle.  Once in my hands the 
				GP actually felt like a log, and I was quickly understanding all 
				the previous comments I'd heard about how the Kruger canoes are 
				more comfortable paddled with a single blade.  I paddled for a 
				couple miles, then put the GP away or the rest of the trip.  
				Much to my surprise, I was really enjoying paddling with the 
				canoe paddle, and was very pleased with the speeds I could 
				maintain. 
				For the first time during the trip, we saw a ship, actually a 
				freighter leaving an area on the coast where there was mining.   
				So much water on this lake, and throughout the whole trip I only 
				saw 2 freighters and 2 fishing boats.  At home, on my much 
				smaller lake, fishing boats, sailboats, and jet skis far 
				outnumber kayaks. 
				While we paddled, we followed a shoreline route towards the 
				town of Manistique.  Originally a village founded in 1871 and 
				named after the Ojibawa name for the Monistique ( meaning 
				vemillion) River.  This settlement began as a village in 1885 
				and was originally a lumber 
				transfer town.  Timber was cut further north and sent down the 
				Manistique River to Lake Michigan, where it was sorted at 
				Manistique and sent by boat to different towns for processing 
				and use.   A few miles west of town, we could see the 
				Manistique East Breakwater Lighthouse.  A 35’ red light tower, 
				shaped like a square pyramid, located on the break wall at the 
				entrance of the Manistique River, first lit in 1917 and 
				automated in 1969.  
				  
				As we neared the lighthouse and the town, a new plan began to 
				formulate.  To celebrate Mark’s 35th birthday, which would be on 
				Wednesday, we started talking about finding a store and buying 
				some fish or steaks to barbeque later at camp.  However, as the 
				town came into view, the plan slowly changed to dinner at the 
				Big Boy’s Buffet, which we could see located right across the 
				street from the lake with a fairly easy take-out.  So, buffet it 
				was, and a large one at that, including more dessert than any 
				one person needs.   
				Back in the boats, we turned back into the wind to leave the 
				bay, looking for a campsite not too far away, yet outside of 
				town and away from civilization.  We paddled a few more very 
				uncomfortable miles, overly full and barely digested.  Mark had 
				bought a 6 pack of beer he was holding for camp.   Soon we found 
				our first very sandy beach, a great campsite.  At the end of the 
				day, we had averaged 3mph, a fairly decent speed paddling for a 
				whole day, including headwinds, and we had finished the day 
				having paddled 26 miles. 
				Wednesday 
				Wednesday, we woke wishing Mark a very 
				Happy Birthday.  This morning brought the first hint of change 
				in the weather to come, lots of dew and dampness as we packed up 
				a very wet and sandy camp.  With enough wind to let the sails 
				help move us along, I started the day cat-rigged with Jack, but 
				we quickly realized this wouldn’t work for us.  Jack’s rig was 
				not set up for an easy cat configuration, and we were forced to 
				position our boats on Jack’s least favored paddling side.  Yes, 
				even though you paddle alternating sides throughout, it is not 
				uncommon to have a preferred side. 
				Switching to a cat-rig with Mark, we used 
				more “motor” than sail to try and keep up with Jack.  I think I 
				would have preferred less time in the catamaran configuration. 
				 I sometimes felt a bit like an attached side car, but I would 
				not have been able to keep up otherwise.  My 1 square meter 
				downwind sail, certainly helped us along, but is no match for 
				the full sized Balogh sail.  Considering myself more a paddler 
				rather than sailor, I've registered for the UC in class 1, which 
				is the canoe and kayak class which allows a small down wind 
				sail, but no outriggers or lee boards.  I had no real interest 
				in a larger sail.   
				In an earlier period of his life, Jack was 
				a sailor with experience in racing sailboats.  We had arranged 
				for VHF check-ins every 30 minutes when Jack would get far ahead 
				of us, though he never really got out of sight.  I was learning 
				quite a bit about canoe/kayak sailing.  For the kind of travel 
				we were doing, and in the broad reach conditions we had, it was 
				pretty much one-tack sailing.  I’d always wondered how you 
				decide when tacking back and forth to accommodate wind direction 
				would get you more forward movement above what you would get 
				paddling.  Mark told me that he found in canoe sailing that 
				paddling was usually faster than trying to sail tack a course.  
				Sailing offered extra speed and possible rest from paddling, but 
				canoe/kayak sailing is not high performance sailing. 
				Another interesting thing I had noticed 
				during the trip was the quiet.  It seemed to me that at sunrise, 
				I did not hear as many birds as I am used to when outdoors in 
				the early morning.  This day though, we would occasionally hear 
				the beautiful call of loons on the water.   Our weather had been 
				beautiful. The last few days were sunny and 80 degrees, just 
				beautiful.  The nights were in the 60's and dry for perfect 
				camping weather.  Even the water was warmer than I had expected 
				at 72 degrees at shore, was often warm enough for a comfortable 
				evening bath and swim.                  
				 
				  
				Winds began increasing to a steady 10-12 
				mph, we were making good time, and the trip was going very 
				well.  We began contemplated changing the route a bit by making 
				the 17 mile crossing over to Beaver Island.  Neither Mark nor 
				Jack had been there before and we liked the idea of getting out 
				there in the middle of the Lake.  This would put us in open 
				water for most of the day, and we thought it would be a great 
				adventure.  We also decided to try it as a 3-way trimaran for 
				fun and for safety.  We would use both the bigger sails on the 
				outside Krugers with put me in the middle.   
				We got the boats all set up and set off.  
				Unfortunately, the winds were not as ideal as we had thought, or 
				really strong enough for the extra drag of 3 boats together.  
				The wind direction did not allow us to get as good a tack as we had 
				hoped, and at less than 3mph we decided we’d never make it 
				before dark, and getting stuck out there with either no winds, 
				or, with worsening winds was not a good option.  We had been 
				excited about the possibilities, that we never really put too 
				much thought into the how it might effect the remainder of the 
				week and trip.  The crossing would have shortened the trip 
				distance, opening up other possibilities, but the weather could 
				turn on us.  And indeed, it ended up being a good decision not 
				to cross over, as we would experience a change in the originally 
				forecasted weather at the end of the week.  Our 3-way trimaran 
				experiment lasted less than a mile.   
				 Now 
				18 miles east of Manistique, we came to shore to reconfigure the 
				3 boats at Seul Choix Point.  The home of another Michigan 
				lighthouse, Seul Choix (pronounced Sis-shwa) Point Light marks a 
				small harbor on Lake Michigan, some sixty miles west of the 
				Straits, the name means "only choice".  Native Americans and 
				French fur traders traveled in canoes across the rough waters of 
				Lake Michigan.  This point was named by the French who found 
				that it was the only harbor of refuge in this part of Lake 
				Michigan. If boats were headed for the Straits of Mackinac, the 
				only choice for safety was Seul Choix.  During the mid-1800's 
				Seul Choix Point was the center of a thriving fishing community, 
				but today, only a lighthouse complex is still active, consisting 
				of  the light, still operating (though now automated), and  the 
				light keepers’ two-story red brick home, (now a museum for 
				visitors).   
				Mark and I returned to the cat-rig 
				configuration, and the day seemed to fly by with sailing and 
				paddling.   We traveled 29-miles, and completed our celebration 
				of Mark's birthday over a shared camp dinner of burritos stuffed 
				with Mexican rice, with summer sausage and cheddar cheese, and 
				lake cooled beer.  Later that night, before heading to our 
				tents, we were treated with a special show, the Northern Lights, 
				or Aurora Borealis, which Jack and I had never seen, and Mark 
				only once before.   
				An Aurora is a beautiful natural phenomenon 
				that creates a light show in the sky.  The light show that we 
				witnessed that evening, was that of a white and bright light 
				that danced across the sky as vertical structures that looked 
				like thin tall rays moving in waves from south east to north 
				west from horizon to horizon. We watched the light show for 
				about an hour until it seemed to die down.  
				Thursday 
				The lake winds have really arrived.  Small 
				craft warnings were announced for the day at 15-20 mph winds 
				with 25 mph gusts and waves 6-8 feet.   It started out calmly as 
				we prepared to leave, planning to abort the day when and if 
				things got too big.  We had to cat the boats today, as I would 
				never be able to keep up and Jack double reefed his sails in 
				order for us to stay together, since the cat configuration would 
				still be slower than Jack's boat.  Winds were SW, with waves on 
				our beam.  To stay warm, I was wearing fleece and paddling 
				jacket.  It was a much wetter ride than previous days.  With 
				both Mark's Balogh and my PAS we were getting up to 8 mph.  No 
				paddling needed. There were even times I had to take down my 
				PAS. With only one rudder in use (when cat-ed) the pressure 
				needed to steer became tiring and difficult for Mark.  And then 
				there were the other times when we were going just a bit too 
				fast for my comfort. 
				It wasn’t long before I started noticing 
				the waves continuing to grow.  It was very exciting.  The 
				coastline was very rocky here, and we had to sail out far from 
				shore to round a very rocky point.  Crossing the point and 
				turning East to parallel closer to shore, we were now surfing 
				the waves on a broad reach.  Though I never once felt unstable, 
				or, unsafe, I didn't really like the speeds we were doing, and 
				surfing the occasional wave under sail was a bit disconcerting.  
				The boats though were completely stable.  We needed no bracing. 
				 Again I was wishing we weren't cat-rigged, as I would have 
				loved to have paddled the Dreamcatcher in these conditions and 
				seeing how she performs.   But I knew I would have lots of 
				opportunities for that later when I got home. 
				Jack’s SeaWind was very fast with the 
				Balogh rig, and he was often as far as a mile or two ahead of 
				us.  We kept a close watch, could easily see his sail, and, we 
				kept in VHF communication.  Finally, on the VHF, Jack said he'd 
				had enough and was turning in.  The waves were big, and a large 
				one had broken right over him, leaving him cold and wet. It was 
				time to dry off, warm up, and call it a day.  We sailed in 
				closer to Jack to check on him and plan our landing spot, as the 
				shoreline was very shallow and rocky.  We'd made 27 miles, it 
				was still early afternoon.  
				The wind waves generated on the Lake are 
				much different than the ocean swells and waves I'm more used 
				to.  Yes it's a big lake with a large fetch.  The waves seem 
				more breaker-like, then swell-like, were steeper and often 
				breaking, and were much closer together then ocean swells.  They 
				break differently than in the ocean, not a dumping or violent 
				break, but more a rolling over.  Surf landings on the Lake are 
				not uncommon.  The shallow waters at the lake shore leave as 
				many as 10 or more rows of breaking surf. The rows follow each 
				other closely as they break and roll towards shore.  It's a 
				beautiful site from shore, a challenge from the water.  As we 
				approach the surf, Mark tells me that surf-landing cat-rigged is 
				a bit different than solo landings.  He says it's important to 
				not let the waves take over and surf us into shore. "He's got to 
				be kidding me".   He then tells me that we need to control the 
				landing; we can come in fast, but want to be on the backsides of 
				the waves, back paddling if necessary to keep from getting 
				surfed in.  Interesting, we'd been surfing waves for a while 
				now, with an occasional broach that Mark seemed to fairly easily 
				control, possibly because we were cat-rigged.  Looking over at 
				Jack solo, I noticed him taking a couple of wide broaches off 
				some 
				  
				 waves, and even with his Balogh sponsons, 
				I could often see his body automatically leaning with each wave 
				to correct the boat’s tilt.  In the end, both ours landings were 
				actually uneventful and not that hard, beyond trying to stay far 
				enough away from each other for safety sake. 
				We were still too far away to see the 
				Mackinaw bridge from our landing point, but with binoculars we 
				could see the Lansing Shoal Lighthouse out on the lake off in 
				the distance.  This remote lighthouse is so far out on Lake 
				Michigan that it can only be visited by boat or viewed from the 
				air.  The lighthouse rests on a concrete pier. The light marks 
				Lansing Shoals which are detached rock strewn reefs within the 
				passage through which vessels navigate on their trips between 
				the Straits and the northern harbors of Lake Michigan and Green 
				Bay.  We had some great views with our binoculars.  This would 
				be another place that could be a great paddling destination, 
				though, not sure how one would land and get up onto the 
				lighthouse pier. 
				This was our first short day.  The forest 
				on the edge of the beach offered some small clearings inside the 
				tree lines to set up tents for a reprieve from the wind.   We 
				were now in an area where the coastline was very hilly, we could 
				see the Cut River Bridge, high above us and to the North.  No 
				campfire this night, as we began to prepare an early evening 
				dinner.  After our 2nd night out, I had given up on my 
				freeze-dried dinners (I'd brought one for each night, weight 
				saving).  Mark and Jack had brought so much real food, that we 
				started cooking shared meals, each making an offer of something 
				to share from their larder.  Thank goodness I had also brought 
				sausage, cheese, crackers, sardines, potato chips, and Reisen 
				chocolate candy.  Beyond that, for me it was just a WaterTribe 
				special, accelerade, endurox, bars, and Gu.   Mark's kitchen on 
				this trip, was huge, a hard plastic trunk filled with his stove, 
				utensils, and a complete pantry, all which easily fitting into 
				his Sea Wind designed to carry as much as 400 lbs of gear.  
				After dinner, we said goodnight, agreeing we could sleep in and 
				then assess the water conditions in full daylight after 
				listening to an updated weather report.   
				Friday 
				We woke to wind, white caps and waves on 
				the lake.  We would be forced to sit out the weather for 
				awhile.  As a diversion, we decided to hike a few miles over to 
				the Cut River and up to the bridge.  The Cut River bridge is a 
				steel deck cantilever bridge with extensive latticing and two 
				main piers made of attractive stone arches.  This bridge is an 
				area attraction in a park setting with trails on and from the 
				bridge down into the valley and river below (really more a creek 
				than river).    
				  
				By afternoon the wind and waves appeared to 
				subside providing a window that would allow us to keep moving 
				forward.  We packed up, and got back on the water about 2pm.  It 
				was another exciting day on the water, there were still 
				small-craft warnings posted and off shore waves were again 6-8 
				feet.  We paddled 10 more miles in less than 2 hours until the 
				building waves finally drove us back to shore.  We found a beach 
				to land on that had a few waterfront vacation houses.  This was 
				now Friday evening, and we’d run out of time.  We decided to 
				declare ourselves ‘ship wrecked’.  With the help of some 
				wonderful local families, Mark got a ride to town to pick up his 
				van and trailer, and all helped us pack up the gear and load the 
				car.   It seemed abrupt and sad to be ending our trip, but what 
				a great trip it was.   We drove to town, had dinner and found a 
				motel for the night.   
				Saturday 
				The weather predictions were for more of 
				the same and it was looking like the annual Kruger Mackinaw 
				Island bridge paddle scheduled for Monday might be cancelled.  I 
				decided to leave for home with the Dreamcatcher early and still 
				have most of the weekend to spend with family.  What a pleasant 
				surprise when at 5am as I was tiptoeing out of my room to the 
				exit stairwell to find Mark and Jack stick their heads out their 
				door, all smiles, and wishing me a safe trip.  I arrived home 19 
				hours later in Chapel Hill, and found the Dreamcatcher a nice 
				home in my  garage with the rest of the growing fleet. 
				Home: 
				The weekend after I arrived home, I was 
				anxious to get the Dreamcatcher out in familiar waters.  I 
				regularly paddle a 15-mile night paddle on Friday nights with 
				friends on a local lake.  I was both excited and anxious about 
				showing up with my new old boat.  My paddling partners would 
				certainly find the Dreamcatcher different.  I also feared I 
				wouldn’t be able to keep up with them as our paddles are usually 
				paced at 4 mph.  The Dreamcatcher was certainly a curiosity, but 
				we managed to maintain a respectable 3.7-3.8 mph pace 
				throughout.   
				Since returning home, the Dreamcatcher and 
				I have paddled many miles weekly on the lake and have taken a 
				few weekend beach trips.  I've not missed paddling my Explorer 
				at all, and have retired it for the season at least until after 
				the challenge.  I know think of the Explorer as my play kayak, 
				rather than my expedition kayak.  I've also not been much 
				interested in using the GP or any double bladed paddle.  Zaveral 
				Racing Equipment has sponsored me in the UC by providing an 8oz 
				bent shaft carbon fiber distance canoe paddle.  I find it so 
				much easier on my joints, and enjoy the rest provided by 
				alternating sides.  I will need to do some training with a 
				double blade paddle for the UC,  as it will be necessary in a 
				rescue situation, and possibly for added stability in rougher 
				water and surf landings.  But the single blade has now become my 
				primary paddle. 
				I've found myself completely surprised at 
				how much I enjoy and love paddling this boat. I still don't 
				quite know what to call it, a canoe or a kayak.  It doesn't 
				really look like a canoe, and you don't kneel in it.  It's 
				rather large for a sea kayak, does not quite maneuver like a sea 
				kayak, and has so much buoyancy it sort of bobs on top of the 
				water.  Yet it looks more kayak than canoe.  That I paddle it 
				with a canoe paddle makes it difficult for me to call it a 
				kayak, though certainly there is a tradition even in some 
				traditional Inuit kayaking cultures of using a single blade 
				paddle with kayaks.  Needing to classify what I do, and not 
				really able to classify the boat to my liking, I've taken to 
				just saying I'm a paddler. 
				I’m sure I want one of these Kruger boats. 
				 I want one for all the kayak camping trips I regularly do on 
				the lake and at the coast.  I want one for all the future 
				expeditions I dream about.  I want one or all the future 
				WaterTribe Challenges I plan to participate in.  I want one just 
				for my Sundays on the lake.   
				Mark said if I finish the Ultimate 
				Challenge, I could keep it.  Look out everyone, here I come. 
			    Copyright ©2006 Dawn Stewart 
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