My Sinisterhand

This past weekend, Maria and I took a trip up to Boone, NC. The snow there is amazing this year! We left our house around 8 a.m. Saturday morning and headed west. Boone is about 4 hours away nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina near the Virginia and Tennessee borders. The snow storm covered almost all of North Carolina and was even felt in Wilmington on the coast. The roads were quite icy and we had to travel at a slow pace for about the first half of the trip until we reached Greensboro. We finally arrived at Boone about 12:30 p.m. and headed for Appalachian Ski Mountain Resort. I was due to meet a friend there to ski the rest of the day. Maria took a quick picture of me after I changed in the parking lot and then she left me there for the day. Skiing is not her cup of tea, so she had other things in mind like spas, massages and pedicures.

Appalachian is a very small ski resort compared to the resorts out west in the Rockies, but the snow was just as good. It was dry packed powder and perfect for me to get warmed up. I stayed and skied until about 4:30 p.m. and then my friend, Rich, and I left. He dropped me off at the hotel. We had dinner at a small Italian restaurant and then I passed out in the hotel.

The next morning Rich and I decided to go to Ski Beech which is the highest ski resort on the east coast. The snow was even better there. The slopes were nicer too. However, snowboarders were ten times as numerous and this always has made me nervous. I guess the generalization is that snowboarders hog the slopes. I can understand this perception. It makes me a little nervous and I am always on my guard when to trails joined each other. Last winter in when I was in Utah on a ski trip, a friend of mine was blindsided by a snowboard as he was on the precipice of a black diamond trail. He was pushed up and over the edge and slide about 50 feet down the slope. One of his skis was cut and gouged where the snowboard collided with his. After having experienced this first hand, I made a mental note to always be cautious around snowboarders.

We finished skiing about 4 p.m. on Sunday and left for the hotel. Unbeknown to me, Maria was very sick all day long. We are not sure what it was but it came and went over about a 48 hour period. She could not eat or drink all day Sunday until late that evening. The next we left Boone for home around 8 a.m. after having a small breakfast in a diner near our hotel. The snow started coming down rather quickly that morning and it was getting worse. We made our way down from the mountains and past the Blue Ridge Parkway in a haze of snow. We made it home safely from a great weekend in the mountains. I am looking forward to next year’s snow. I hope it is a bad (good) as this year’s. I know I have not finished my Cape Fear adventure story, and I will. I have had a lag in my writing lately. I will get to it though, so do not worry. It is coming.

-Jason

After living in the Fort Bragg area of North Carolina for several years, I thought that finding an outdoor adventure that was challenging and unique would be difficult. My problem was my inability to see where I live as something more than just my home. After living here for a while, I found that I had become complacent and bored and believed that I had to go to some far off place to experience the wild. I could not have been more wrong. The adventure was there and waiting for me, but just needed to be realized and grasped.

With the help of Maria, my wife, and a couple of friends, I discovered my adventure. After returning, I am left with a craving for so much more! Even though this took place several months ago, I want to tell you my story here.

I had been wanting a kayak for quite some time, even more so since Maria and I paddled the inter-coastal waterway near Topsail, North Carolina the summer before. Longing for adventure, my good friend, Scott, and I purchased a kayak earlier this year. I saw an advertisement for 20% off all canoes and kayaks at Gander Mountain. After about an hour of perusing the selections they offered, I chose the Patriot Angler by Perception. We were both so excited the day we bought them. Barely an hour after getting them home from the store, we took them out to Mott Lake on Fort Bragg for a test run.

The first time out was a little awkward, but I was determined. Scott and I kayaked for the next few weekends around the small lakes on Fort Bragg getting to know the unfamiliar vessels, learning techniques and familiarizing ourselves with their maneuverability. We even ventured as far as Jordan Lake, east of Pittsboro, North Carolina, and camped out overnight on the bank. With our new kayaks barely broken in and our hunger for excitement, we decided we were ready for a real trip.

Scott and I began planning, and that by itself was exhilarating. We both enjoyed the anticipation as much as we hoped we would enjoy the trip. We selected a date, early June, and then began to sketch out the things we knew we wanted our trip to include.

One, we wanted it to be at least overnight but remained open to an additional night, also. Two, we wanted to move through some lonely, remote wilderness. I wanted to see the land fresh and rustic, imagining I was its first visitor, feeling not unlike a pioneer settler might. Three, because we were still a little uncertain of our capabilities, we did not want to be too far from familiar surroundings. Neither Scot, nor I, was sure how fast and how far we could move in one day. Four, we wanted to conclude our trip as close as possible to Fayetteville. Since we live near there, it just made sense to be able to wind down close to home for convenience’s sake. Finally, and quite possibly the most important factor of which Scott and I were in complete agreement, we wanted to have as much fun as possible. Deployment to Iraq for another rotation would soon be upon me, and I would not be home again for several months. Fun would be something I would miss. I wanted to take with me something on which I could reminisce.

We considered a few creeks around the Fayetteville area, but since we were looking for a challenge, nothing seemed to suit us. One day after work, I stopped by Scott’s house with some topographical maps and we talked about the Cape Fear River. It contained certain sections that might fit well into our plan. Maria mentioned that we might start at Raven Rock State Park, just west of Lillington, North Carolina, and paddle back down to Fayetteville. This sounded perfect. Now it was time for the gathering of some “Intel”.

We allowed ourselves a week to obtain information. We talked to friends, scoured the internet, and studied maps of the waterway. I had been to Raven Rock once before with Maria and remembered that the water was very low due to a drought in the region that year. We learned from the United States Geological Survey and a couple of other local agencies that for this time of year, the water was actually quite high. Next, we began to narrow down our entry point at Raven Rock and our pick up location at Fayetteville. We calculated an approximate 44-mile route from the Fish Traps at Raven Rock to the Person Street Bridge in downtown Fayetteville. Finally, our route was planned and our date was set. Things were really coming together. All that was left was to collect our gear and prepare our vessels.

Although the trip was relatively short in time and distance, we still wanted to be as prepared as possible for any unforeseen problems we might encounter. Because there was a limited amount of storage space, the task of selecting those things to carry along would have to be done well. The aft bulkhead of the kayak served as the perfect place to tuck away food and water. Simple deck rigging attached to the bow of the crafts allowed space where duffels could be stowed. With that little bit of added weight, the kayak actually seemed better balanced.

Scott suggested dehydrated meals from Mountain House. They carry easily and prepare super fast on a small camp stove. I own two different camp stoves; a PocketRocket, which uses compressed gas; and a SimmerLite, which uses white gas. I realized even then that I might be going a bit overboard carrying two stoves, but I wanted to also field test some of my gear for future adventures. Trail mix, beef jerky and my personal favorite, Superfood Slam Probars, would provide us with energy along the way. I placed the stove and my clothing in a pack and then covered the pack with an OR waterproof pack cover to protect it from splashing water. A standard US Army poncho liner and small one-man mosquito tent would suffice for sleeping. We packed all the gear into and onto our kayaks and prepared for the day we were going to leave.

To be continued…