You spelled out the combination they were designed to accommodate. Avoid overloading, and the Pelican performs just fine. The short length of any kayak limits the ability to power into wind and waves without taking on water over the shirt front deck. It works fine in protected waters.
Birds of a Feather?
I’m confused
by these Good - Bad thoughts
towards beaky loony birds
taking off overwrought
or circling ponds
in Ram-X plastic.
To recreate considerations
has life become this drastic?
Perhaps pausing paddle
with circumstantial tripping
we might raise gently eye
while in our lilydipping
and let thought take wing
to float from water to sky
that by the grace here I bob
while other pelican fly.
The white ones are very pretty and the brown ones are funny. What’s not to like?
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I love to watch them ‘fishing’ as I paddle by them:
They ‘scan’ from above,
then dive when something is there,
Then, if they have a ‘catch’, will sit a second or two, then lift their head backwards and swallow.
If no catch, will fly away for next try.
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Not bad, just misguided and misunderstood.
I hiked around Jen̈ny Lake when I was a teenager. I thought the Tetons were heaven.
You were not far off base with the Tetons being heaven. I spent 3 weeks as a “shovel bum” on an archaeology dig in the National Elk Refuge in the summer of 2002 in the shadow of the Tetons. One of the most memorable experiences of my life. The qualities of the light and landscape there were magical. Watching a moose cow and her tiny calf at dawn drinking at the little stream that ran by our camp; having “Lonesome Bob”, the solitary young bison bull that used to hang out in our little valley below the Gros Ventre foothills, wander over and look down at me scraping a meter square excavation unit down inch by inch with a hand trowel; the morning meditation of watching the sunrise gild the ridgeline of the peaks and having a tiny hummingbird rise in front of my face to give me the stink-eye because his inspection had just revealed that none of the brightly colored squares fluttering on the Tibetan prayer flag string I had wrapped around the mess tent guyline I was standing beside had been a flower from which he could draw nectar in that sere landscape – all events that don’t happen to you unless you get out there.
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The tetons are one heck of a view! Maybe someday I’ll boat the serpentine like buffalo fork of the snake for the views. I did do a nature paddle on the Snake’s oxbow. I took a pass on Jenny lake (crowded and windy when I was there). Wyoming is somewhere I’d like to spend more time paddling. I’ve yet to paddle in Montana. Put me on the right pond or small lake, surrounded by mountain views, on a calm day, and I’m sure I could have a good time even in a pelican!
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Hummingbird stinkeye due to Tibetan prayer flags???!
My hope for we with nature bonding as one sangha sort of sags.
I mean there’s color to all karma that paints from palette poignant power,
but surely whirlybird’s not surly because gal digs unscented flower?
But then, as Mr. Joe Henry observed in song (though not in the Tetons, but more as a Citizen(s) in a New York State of location and mind),
There are no more hummingbirds,
like there used to be.
They’ve all grown fatter now.
They’re blue and they’re mean.
Pray for you.
Pray for me.
Treat it like a song.
Life is short, but, by the grace,
of God, the night is long.
I like your indelible images Ms Leaf.
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