Jeff Schmerker
Last paddle of the summer
Frost warnings were posted from Waterton to Dillon – this might be the last fully decent weekend of summer. Laura and I swung over the Continental Divide and by nightfall were at the Two Medicine campground, setting up our tent in the 9:30 p.m. twilight. In the morning it was coffee and bagels, packing up camp, and idling to the lake shore. The water was calm and deep blue, but a few clouds were bunching over the high peaks. The paddle to the far shore was pleasant and took less than an hour. We left our kayaks at the dock and were taking our life jackets off just as the first motorized shuttle of the day was pulling in.
We hiked with a thinning crowd the short two miles to pretty Twin Falls and had lunch – water and more bagels. Hiking back, the forest was calm but we could hear whistling over head, and sure enough, arriving back at the dock we found the lake scattered with foot-tall waves and foam. For most boats a foot-tall wave is no biggie, but our kayaks sit just inches above the water’s surface, and in the middle of the four-mile long lake the waves were sure to be higher. Take the safe route and stick to shore – or make a straight dash back across the lake to the truck? We took the route straight across the lake, and found two-foot waves cresting with small whitecaps. But – the wind was at our back, the waves moving toward the far shore, meaning instead of fighting the water we could simply surf it. The ride back took half of what the paddle in had. We strapped the kayaks to the truck top and pulled away as a true gale kicked up, driving home back across the mountains, arriving as the first big storm of the season whitened the peaks and passes.
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