Preparing for a kayak trip, for me, involves a loosely assembled list of various items that would be anything from "handy" to "essential" to "superfluous", depending on ones perspective. The good thing about kayaks is that they really do only carry a finite payload and exceeding it is just not a good idea. As it stands now, this day before departure, our kayaks are all packed with what we intend to bring, stowed in dry bags and fitted together in geometrically compatible fashion, not unlike the old video game, TETRIS.There are a few more things that will not exactly fit in a preordained place and so, of course, a bit of refinement will be required, and hopefully still, we'll be able toget everything "essential" loaded, and still have enough room for the "handy" and "superfluous". For some reason, if there is a space to fill, I manage to fill it.
Luckily, I have Brian to help me focus my energies away from the most superfluous expenditures of energy, so this harebrained adventure may be somewhat less harebrained than usual. Where's the fun in that? We are bringing our share toys and gadgets; I've got my camera, of course. This time I will be getting pictures! Last time we did this trip, two summers ago with Dave and Sally, I took about 500 pictures over three days, saved safely on ONE of my compact flash media cards... which, after being swapped out full ON THE LAST DAY, never made the trip back to Whittier and subsequently home safely, to be uploaded on my computer and disseminated across the internet. I will admit here that indeed, that is part of the reason I'm doing this trip again. the pictures I got were truly amazing with calving glaciers, families of seals hauled out on floating ice blocks, bold little otters swimming up close and personal, and with the zoom I had, I was able to bring them even closer. Alas, there is only one day's worth of photo documentation of that trip, consisting of a bunch of close-up shots of honey dews we found at our last rest stop, an eagle in a tree, and a bored otter. No Ice, seals, or even our camp site. Luckily, Sally had her camera, but no zoom and so she provided me with her wonderfully composed and exposed shots of things taken with normal or macro lenses. I'm also bringing a small video camera as well, since calving ice is a bit to kinetic to sufficiently document in still format. kicking and screaming, I'm being dragged into the 20th century.