the Echo to the Adirondacks for three days, camping at Eighth Lake
Campground with great conditions as you can see from this sunset picture.
I did row with the sunset, a magnificent pink, mackerel blanket that
shrouded the hill to the west, water silky smooth only the sound of an
Up next morning early even though it was near 40F (and this is in August?).
The next day we were on Forked Lake -
perfect conditions. I got hypnotized while paddling with a kayaker who
was telling me of flying into lakes in Arizona and Mexico for remote
camping and forgot to glance over my shoulder (he neglected to warn me)
so ran right into a granite rock sitting a foot out of the water. Hit
it hard after a full stroke and was thrown out of the seat and foot
straps. Pulling myself together I noticed I was still afloat and after
checking found minimal damage. I said a silent prayer to Doug Martin
and continued to wander the lake. All is patched over now, a true
tribute to the strength of the design and manufacture of the Echo. The
perfect boat for this somewhat clutsy rower (I use the red warning flag
on the bow to get noticed and keep off flies - no high tech purist
rower this guy).