Tuesday, February 16, 2010

E-Mail from "Uncle' Phil Cotton with the Wabakimi Project

The following e-mail was sent to Dave Phillips who I paddled with this year on our trip that I wrote about in our 21 Day Canoe Trip to the "Little North"

When Phil talks about the bound copy of the trip report he's not talking about my on-line version that I wrote. These were the 40+pages of maps consisting of our route and conditions overview, annotated custom map set with field notes, and extensive cross referenced UTM list.


I am now the proud owner of a bound and collated copy of your magnificent trip report. I made a second copy for Barry Simon, our map maker, and will hand it over to him when we meet next month at Canoecopia.

I cannot express my gratitude for this welcome addition to our library of canoe route information. It's invaluable and will certainly help move The Wabakimi Project forward towards its ultimate goal of mapping all of the canoe routes in the Wabakimi area.

I do not have Chuck's e-mail address at hand. Please extend to him my heartfelt thanks for his wonderful participation in this contribution.

We are already entertaining several enquiries from interested 'contributors' for this season. They will have to go far to match your accomplishments. You have certainly set the bar high for them.

If Barry and I can be of any assistance to either of you guys in planning future trips, you have but to ask.

By the way, the reason it's taken so long for me to reply is a combination of ill health on my part coupled with a 5-week absence while on the second phase of my Annual Speaking Tour. To all this, you can add the fact that your report took forever to arrive chez moi as the postal code you used (N6K 2R4) is not mine which is P7C 5A2. The one you used isn't anywhere near Thunder Bay. Oh well, all's well that ends well!

Again, our thanks for your efforts on our behalf. Will we see you and/or Chuck at either Canoecopia in Madison next month or at the Midwest Mountaineering Annual Spring Expo in Minneapolis in mid-April? I sincerely hope so! Then, Barry and I can thank you guys in person.

Kindest regards,

"Uncle" Phil

Monday, February 15, 2010

Thinking of Florida

Won't be long now...

Sunset in Key West (above)
Sunset over the old 7 mile bridge taken from the Marathon side. The new bridge to the left.


Sunday, February 7, 2010

Rachel Heintz

Chris Gerber called me today. He was on his way to the LandMark Center in St. Paul to do a photo shoot with Rachel. He told me he left me a message earlier this morning, but figured I was at the health club.

Chris told me to just grab my camera and a couple light stands. He would bring all the lighting.

I grabbed my camera bag and out the door I went...

I'll add more photos later. Thanks Chris and Rachel!!


Saturday, February 6, 2010

How I met Jimmy in Key West

You were probably thinking how I met Jimmy Buffett in Key West, but this was another Jimmy.

My father has a place in Key Colony Beach near Marathon in the Florida Keys. I go to the keys just about every year. When I’m down there I usually spend one day down in Key West and I usually go to the Sunset Celebration at Mallory Square.

On March 1, 2008 I decided to drive down to Key West. I drove down, late morning, after I got done working out at the Marathon Fitness Center. I spent the day walking around taking photos. Then an hour or so before the sun sets people begin walking down Duvall Street and elsewhere to the seaport at Mallory Square to take in the Sunset Celebration.

Well, it was a hot day, mid afternoon, and I had been walking around for several hours. I was over in the Historic Seaport near a tall statute / monument. There was only a small area on the opposite side from where the sun was shining that had any shade. Of course, there was someone else sitting there.

I decided to sit on the steps of this monument in the sun to give my legs a rest. I wasn’t there one minute when a guy comes up and sits down right next to me. He asked me if I could help him. Of course, I’m very suspicious. Some people may know what I do for a living so obviously I immediately think something is up.

I’m sitting there looking like a typical tourist with a large camera hanging around my neck and this person wants me to help him out. I must have looked like the helping type, but maybe in his eyes I looked like a victim.

It’s daylight out with lots of other tourist around so I ask my new friend, How can I help him? He says, could I go with him a few blocks away to pick up a mattress. I asked him what is going to do with the mattress and he tells me he’s going to put it on his dingy. I ask him, What’s the name of your dingy? Lucille, he replied! Where is your dingy? He twisted around and pointed in the opposite direction where we were seated and says, over there, tied up. I can’t see it, but he’s pointing toward the water.

I take the last sip of my coffee when I accidentally dropped the cup. He bents over in a hurry, grabs the cup, then runs over to the trash can and throws it away for me.

I’m still thinking something is up, but I figure I’ll go only on the streets and sidewalks. No way was I going off the beaten track. If you have never been to Key West there is a lot of dense vegetation and trees growing everywhere. I’m thinking he still wants to jack me, but I figure I can handle myself. If he pulled some type of weapon, then I would have to deal with that at the time.

Anyways, he tells me his name is Jimmy and I tell him mine. He told me he used to live in Ohio. I don’t remember where exactly. We make some more small talk as we made our way in the residential area next to the marina. He tells me there is a mattress placed outside of a residence that he wanted. I told him I wasn’t going to help him commit any crime. Oh, no, he says. It’s been put out near the road to be picked up by the trash guy. People do that all the time around here.

It was only mid afternoon so the streets and sidewalks weren’t crazy with cars or people. We made it to the last corner when I looked up the street where I saw a mattress leaning up against a tall wooden fence next to the sidewalk.

We walk over to the mattress. He again, reassures me that we can take it. I explain to Jimmy how I think we need to get this mattress back to the water front. We both grab an end and I try to match his steps, but we definitely aren’t walking in unison. We got to the first corner when Jimmy had to put his end down. He’s winded! Not good, we have a ways to go.

My next suggestion was to raise the mattress over our heads where we could use ours hands for balance and put some of the weight of the mattress on the top of our heads. It would be easier to walk.

Jimmy got it over his head and he’s in the lead. Off we go. He’s still pretty shaky walking, then all of a sudden Jimmy lost control of the mattress. The mattress is moving in an arc to the left while Jimmy is circling underneath it. I don’t know how he did it ,but he didn’t lose complete control of it, but now he’s behind me. Well, I think we better rest up after that.

I remember walking past several people as they starred at us while occasionally having to say, excuse us.. There was one lady who gave us the look as to say that she has never seen anything as disgusting as us. I just smiled at her.

We made it to the boardwalk around the marina. It’s only a few feet wide and we were taking up most of it. We now had to constantly say, excuse us. There were more stares.

We got to where Jimmy said his dingy was tied up. I look down and saw two small boats, one of which he said was his. He grabs the line to his and pulls it to some steps. Of course there are only a couple steps and they don’t go all the way to the water.

Jimmy said he’ll get in his dingy then I can lower the mattress to him. I ease the mattress to him. It got to the point as I lowered the mattress where I couldn’t control it any more and it was now all Jimmy. I guess Jimmy really didn’t have control over it either. The mattress almost knocked him out of his dingy, but only one the corners of the mattress got wet.

Jimmy offered me a ride out to his boat. He told me I could get some nice photographs of the sunset. I said, thanks, but no thanks!

Jimmy started his outboard engine and off he went. He leaned back on the mattress as the dingy kept going forward. He got back up and saluted me as the dingy headed right for some very expensive boats. Jimmy realized at the last second he was off course and straighten his dingy out just before crashing into one of the boats.

I got distracted for a minute or so, but I got one last photo of Jimmy before he made a left turn out of the marina.