Our first Rendezvous

OUR FIRST RENDEZVOUS

On the beach - Photo by Len Disenhouse
On the beach – Photo by Len Disenhouse

by Beth and Simon Mielniczuk

Spring 2004. Two semi-experienced paddlers become members of a group called GLSKA and join them at Rendezvous, their kick-off to another paddling season celebrated on Georgian Bay. Neither of us really knew what to expect – other than we’d be camping with a lot of people, most of them complete strangers to us. In all honesty, that made me a little bit nervous, but I have to say that GLSKA has a lot of wonderful, friendly and helpful members and that made for a fabulous weekend.

We arrived at check-in on Friday just in time to set up our tent, get changed and join the “Beginner/Refresher” Class with Bill and Keith leading the way. We were taught efficient forward paddling, bracing, sculling, backwards paddling and more. Each time we’ve gone paddling since then we’ve both heard Keith’s voice in our heads telling us to “Rotate! Rotate!” and looked behind us when we stopped! After a great lesson, we pulled up to shore to cook dinner and enjoy a nice campfire in the evening, while others were still arriving and setting up camp. We went to bed early, with the hope that Saturday would provide a perfect day for paddling.

Since we were rookies at Rendezvous, we both decided to take in the morning on-land clinics, thinking we’d save our energy for the Olympics and Orienteering Race in the afternoon. Having just bought my kayak a few months earlier, I took the classes on how to keep it looking new and functioning in tip-top shape. Simon learned about the history of navigation and that an antifreeze jug full of sand can help your paddle go smoothly. We both enjoyed Bill’s amusing presentation on trip planning, and we finally learned what the cow-milking stool is!

Onto the afternoon, and the famous (or is it infamous?) Qayaq Olympics. We were laughing so much that we might have missed some of the action, but we’ll do our best to sum up the events. We were divided into 6 teams. Rules and objectives were handed out and either misunderstood or simply ignored. Sam’s team was off to a strong start as many people expected. Sean’s kayak mysteriously tipped during the first leg of the relay and Simon was part of his first assisted re-entry on a relay course – the first of many assisted re-entries that day. I, on the other hand, didn’t help anyone else get back into a boat, but tipped myself in the last few metres of the “long and short(s) of it”. (For anyone who has not attempted this event, I can say that removing the shorts is much easier than putting them back on!) There were some questionable tactics and a disqualification for some paddling during the towing race. In the end, after some close races, close calls, a lot of laughs and one stray balloon, it was Mike Daly who lead his team to victory with a hilarious round of the Pirate Game.

After the Olympics wound down, the Orienteering Race was scheduled to take place, but was postponed due to high winds. This gave everyone a few hours of free time to go for a paddle, start preparations for the potluck, have a nap or just dry off if you were one of the lucky ones who took an unplanned swim during the Olympics. The potluck was a wonderful event in itself – so many great cooks and a wide variety of dishes from salads and pastas to a delicious assortment of desserts. This dinner gave Rendezvous a close-knit community feel, and was a great part of the weekend for both of us.

After we all indulged in dessert, Dave Hadfield and his band put on a terrific show. They braved the cold temperatures and high winds to entertain us with such songs as Wilderness Waltz, Victor’s Cabin and Canadian Tire, one we can all relate to judging by the reaction of the audience that night. It was a great concert and a fabulous venue, overlooking Georgian Bay and the setting sun.

Sunday morning we awoke to strong winds again, and we were relieved that we had signed up for the A-1 paddle, though it did seem quite challenging at certain points. Keith did a wonderful job making sure no one got left behind and Hart found a great lunch spot on the beach, around the corner from the carp that we intruded on after our picnic. This 4 hour trip was the perfect way to wind-down the weekend.

While many of us were out paddling, Dave Hadfield and his band performed an intimate concert on the beach for those who stayed on land. We heard reports that this impromptu, unplugged performance was absolutely fabulous!

We all had a safe paddle back to shore, said our goodbyes and we were on our way. The nervousness of camping with a bunch of strangers had disappeared. I now felt like I had been camping with friends.

A big thank-you to the organizing committee for a wonderful event. We really enjoyed meeting new people, making new friends and we’re already looking forward to next year’s Rendezvous. Until then, see you on the water!

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