My Sawyer Sea Feather wooden
kayak paddle was my favorite personal paddle and the one I always chose as a
kayak tour operator on the island of Hawaii. I especially loved the clear, musical “plunk” it made when
the blade plunged into the clear azure waters of the Pacific Ocean on the
leeward side of Hawaii island.
Betsy wiht her Sea Feather Touring Paddle |
One afternoon in my business
office I got a call from my guide who was leading a camping trip. He wanted some more water and ice, so I
stuck some coolers in the hatch and paddled down to the campsite, about three
miles south of the Hawaiian fishing village of Miloli`i, and delivered the
water and ice. I stayed for his
delightful cooked dinner -- fresh caught Hawaii ahi (tuna) grilled over kiawe
wood coals. Then I received a
cellphone call from my daughter in college who was eager for me to hurry back to
help her with her term paper, due the next day of course.
I would have camped with the
group on the black sand beach, but instead I headed off into the setting sun to
paddle the three miles back to my truck.
The wind had picked up quite a bit and was shooting and whistling off
the left-hand blade of my Sawyer paddle.
I was pushing very hard against the wind in very choppy water and making
extremely slow progress. The sun
was setting into the Pacific Ocean with yet another glorious sunset in
paradise, and then it was black. There
is very little twilight in the tropics, so I was alone at night with the wind still
whipping in my face and fizzing off the paddle.
The lights of the village of Miloli`i
were twinkling in the distance and gradually drawing closer. I had about two miles to go on this
warm but windy April night on the water in Hawaii. As the wind increased I had to push harder and harder on my
blade to stay upright and move ahead. With all this pressure on it, the paddle cracked and snapped
off with most of the blade on the left side breaking off near the spongy
ferrule connection. Then it blew off into the dark sea.
I made the next two miles
paddling with the broken but still sturdy right hand paddle blade with a lot more
effort, doing about 15 strokes on each side then switching. In about another
mile the wind died down, and I was finally able to relax and appreciate the
beautiful evening sky, the smell of the sea in the darkness, and the lights of
the village as I approached closer.
Within a mile from the
Hawaiian fishing village of Miloli`i I started picking up bioluminescence on my
one-bladed paddle. Bioluminescence
is not common in Hawaii, but that night the ocean blessed me. With every flick of the paddle, radiant
beads of light sparkled up at me, like water fireflies. They danced away in a sea spray of lit
up pearls. I couldn’t get enough of it. I didn’t want to land. As I neared the small
cement pier and tiny landing bay in Miloli`i, there were a few families out at
night enjoying the rare ocean light show as much as I was “Who’s there?” they called out. “It’s
me, Betsy.” “Ah, da crazy kayak
lady! Why you so late?” “High wind, paddle broke, still got
half.”
I wiggled the paddle in the
water to churn up some more glowing dinoflagellates and everybody ooh’d and
aah’d, “Magic paddle, eh!”
Betsy Morrigan
In this Sawyer paddle story contest, I won Third Place, and received a brand new wooden Sawyer paddle that I treasure and use all the time now. It is better than the old one, but after our ten years of life, it still lacks the "character" of my old one. I guess my paddle and I still have some growing old together to do!
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