SUPs Everywhere

Regular Estuarian readers may have noticed a summer-long hiatus in my posts to this weblog. The reason? This little guy, our first grandchild.

Upon resuming my estuarian activities, I’ve seen Stand Up Paddleboards, (SUPs) everywhere I paddle.

The Russian River,

Corte Madera Creek

Spring Lake

Tomales Bay

Riverfront Park in Windsor

I’ve talked to many of them and learned that many used to paddle kayaks, but chose SUPs to get a better workout. I get it: kayaking does nothing for you from the hips on down. Because of that, I often take a walk after paddling, as I did yesterday at Riverfront park.

I talked with Doug, the paddleboarder who is just barely visible on the far shore of this lake, below. He’s about my age, admirably fit and vigorous, an experienced white water and sea kayaker, and an enthusiastic SUPer.

Doug got me thinking about becoming a SUPerman. My birthday is coming up.

Teatime on Tomales


Autumn weather around here is perfect for paddling: warm and not too windy.

Right after my morning coffee, I packed a small lunch and a thermos of hot black tea and headed for Chicken Ranch Beach on the west side of Tomales Bay.

Not many others were out there today other than a trio of women on StandUp Paddleboards.

Hearts Desire Beach was almost empty.

So was Indian Beach.

I paddled beyond Sacramento Landing to Fruit Tree Beach where I stopped for tea.

I had the whole beach to myself

 

I enjoyed the peacefulness of the bay and the solitude it offers on weekday mornings. On the way back south a Northwest wind blew straight down the bay. Luckily I had my Windpaddle Sail along.

The winds filled the sail and urged me down the bay.

A map of my journey: