I drove through winter storm Helena the other night. I was headed north on I-95 and caught up to Helena in Florence, SC. It didn’t change to snow until Rocky Gap, and then it was dicey for an hour or two before I started to come out the north side of the storm. I was ecstatic to run onto dry pavement in Fredericksburg, Va. I got home a couple hours before the storm was supposed to hit. I emptied out my gear and left the boat on the truck. And there it sat.
The webbing straps had been thoroughly soaked by rain, then pelted with road slush for hours, then driven into the hard freeze. The whole area where the straps looped around the bar and up onto the cam lock was encrusted in a thick layer of ice. My front license plate was obscured to the point where I couldn’t tell I had a front license plate. Under the layer of ice was the knot for my bow painter. I could see the lump in the ice where the knot was and I guess I could have yanked at it, but I gave up.
After two days of letting the vehicle sit in the sun, I got the boat off. So nasty. Unbelievable the amount of salt encrusting the inside of the hull, the seat, thwarts, everything. I’ve had the boat on salt water trips, but never had a thicker layer of salt crud all over the boat. I rinse/broomed it out before I put it up. And the straps–I had to wash those out, too.
I’m feeling sorry for my northern paddling sisters and brothers. You have to put up with this crud all the time. And it is probably too cold to wash your boat out. I’m having a pity party for you!