In early March, during -20 C cold, snowy weather, I was daydreaming about paddling. Not anticipating that I would be paddling the following week.
I was cycling to work adjacent to the Nose Creek and noticed the water level was up from a snow melt during a warm spell. Work was a bit slow at the time, so I decided to take the day off to paddle the creek. This was a good opportunity to test out a bicycle shuttle idea.
I discovered the snow melt was flowing on top of the winter ice, so I only had about 6 to 8 inches depth on the first half of the run. On the second half of the run the ice had broken up.
The bicycle shuttle worked very well except for the issue of the cart shifting diagonal if I hit bumps at an angle, which would require me to stop and straighten it each time. This could perhaps be remedied by tying the cart in place more securely.
I spent some time practicing strokes in some eddies and playing space invaders with mini-icebergs while paddling upstream. Which left me quite sore for several days after, since I was quite out of paddling-shape.
The first paddle of the season usually has an intoxicating, magical quality to it. This occasion was no exception. Although I did joke to myself that I was learning to enjoy the scenery in 50 shades of brown with such an early paddling season.