Up-Date Frosty 130

No plan is a good plan unless it can be changed rather quickly! Big Manistee is a bit thick for paddling; the Kruger Lads and Lasses are changing it up and going on the Pine River - Rally at Kruger World Headquarters - behind the wood shed!  Follow the action - SPOT click here

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The Frosty 130

Manistee River- Frosty 130
January 25th-30th, 2013
Michigan, USA

Start @ Cameron Bridge Rd @ 10am on Friday, January 25th

Paddle downriver 130 miles to the town of Mesick

Camp when and where appropriate

Captain of your own ship

Please contact Toby and/or Mark with any questions

Very extreme winter traveling conditions will be continuous, please have skills and attitudes to keep yourself safe and alive!!!!!  
 

Sawtooth Challenge day 6 and in the end

In this montage, Carl captures the essence of the trip; the stillness with a light fog on the river; the shuttle to and fro; big open spans as the river opens up moving our way south; the camaraderie and team work of would be adventurers.  This was a great trip, with awesome people on and off the river, truly blessed to have participated in this adventure.

Paul random elderly gent down by the river takes the last photo, his dog sneaks in for a photo op.

The Players left to right top row:

Bob - loves ice dancing long walks and musicals; Janet - this girl can sing, out with the hymns, and in with the Red Hot Chilli Peppers with her new hit single "Chiilly Chili"; Carl - International jewel thief retired, now fancies chess, board games of risk and 4 o'clock tea; Royd - just finished up a 9 week recovery program for meat abuse had a relapse and is sentenced to 20 more years of paddle camping till he gets it right; Gary - cashed it all in starting his own think tank, cornered the jelly bean market in the 1980's, likes the feel of nylon; Toby - off the water, enjoys ballet tap and line dancing, likes to snuggle; Paula - last scene with a stolen jacket headed for Flint International airport, destination unknown possibly Casablanca ; Mike - enjoys flea markets, fashion shows and a good rub of his venison.

Lower row left to right: 

Bud - the original Marlboro man (known to spice things up a bit behind closed doors), now runs security for Beyonce and 50 cent; Craig - magician, grifter confidence man, can say hello in 26 different languages, but doesn't; Sandy - invented the hula hoop and slinky, the brainchild behind Gumby and Pokey the children's toy; Brian - well he's special, had is own bus while going to grade school, voted most likely to be on a wanted poster in high school, College was a bust, the most mis-understood writer of our time - lives by the motto "write drunk, edit sober".

Not shown:

Jack - likes waxing candles, has one of the largest American Girl doll collections in the U.S.A., co- founder of Boys are special too of Michigan; Mark - a real momma's boy, wears short pants and suspenders, enjoys macro may and knitting; Buffalo Al - still waiting for the Abba reunion tour, wants to open for them with his comedy shtick (ABBA was a Swedish pop/rock/disco group formed in Stockholm in 1972); Chuck - CEO of the Chucky Cheese Pizza Franchise, only person to ride the Matterhorn at Disney 232 consecutive times, lost his cheesy fries every time...

Pups:  Tyler and Koa refused to take my interview.

And in the end, isn't it really the beginning as the completion one adventure is just the start of another; plans are already being made for next year's fall trip; destination the Wisconsin River!!

Thanks everybody for playing along.

The Capt'n

Sawtooth Challenge day 6 - the big push

Hello, My name is Royd, and I abuse meat.

Doing inventory the night before the big push, it is revealed that Royd has been holding out on the clan; in his possession are the makings of a Feast O Rama - steaks and plenty of them; unfortunately they have well, " turned "; meaning a bit more then aged, bordering on green.

This how-ever does not take away the fact that they are steaks, now basting on the fringe of a Smith Fire filling the air with the smell of a  back home county barbeque; we spend a fair bit of time discussing the what if's how bout's of throwing caution to the wind and digging in; as men are easily distracted, we turn to Sandy and Janet who are elbows deep into a "Smores - a borg"  So our thoughts drift from dead beef to rich sugary goodness.  " yes please ".

So the clan turns in and we wake  early for a 8:00am start; which means on the water at 7:45am if you are looking at Bob's watch.  Bud, Taylor, Sandy, Koa and I give way to the queens wave, finishing our breakfast and coffee as the majority of the Sawtooth Clan push on.

The day is filled with rock bars, riffs and an occasional," What the F was that? " as we skirt monster boulders that jump out of nowhere.  Discussion goes to the section called big rapids; oh Bud tells tale that we have been preparing for it the last couple of days with what would be riffs and boulders; hmm, well  guess we'll see what happens. So we reel in some of the group which has spread out over a 4 mile widening section of the Muskegon; nods waves and leap frogging our way down river.

We are entering Big Rapids the city; so Big Rapids the rapids should be close; yep there's the bridge, did Bud say stay left or stay right?... what's with all these damn gauwkers?  We make it through with out incident but almost roll it in the eddy, safe on shore we scurry to the bridge, it's the front group of the clan watching the rest of us paddle through.

Word trickles down stream that Paula and Janet have wrapped the Jensen up river on what is now being called P-J's Boulder; Bob is close by peeling them off; all is well, some cracks, but no leaks.  we push on...

"...day 6 - the big push" And the day Janet and I have a boulder named after us. Did a lot of praying on that day and apparently they were heard because despite floating backwards, hitting boulders going sideways in a big, well-loaded boat we made it without flipping. Way over my comfort zone but learned a lot. - Paula M

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to be continued...

Sawtooth Challenge Kruger Extra!!

The man, the myth shares his photos of the Sawtooth Challenge - click here

Sawtooth Challenge day 5

Bob made a great call on our early pre-dawn departure; nobody embraces the packing up in the dark wet gear, but the pay off being on the water early gave way to a  new perspective of the color on the river; greys turning to brilliant shades of reds oranges and yellows; the color wheel never saw so many hues.

Miles to be made but our pace slowed, it really was a time where we could just move through-out the group, chat a bit.

It worked out perfectly; we arrived mid-afternoon; a steady breeze through the trees and intermittent sun offered great opportunity to dry out;  the woods in which we camped looked like a bit of a yard sale gone bad with everything scattered about, but it was nice to be in camp with more then an hour of daylight left.

to be continued...

Sawtooth Challenge day 4

The arrival of Mike Smith held great promise and good fortune; Mike had made up some of his venison barbeque that was extremely well received on last year's fall trip; we waited in anticipation.  Mike being a celebrity of sorts we had Toby provide security, notice the keen eye and 1000 yard stare Toby has going on. Even Tyler bottom right is wearing a vest in-case things get out of hand.

Unfortunately being star struck we neglected to secure the safety of the barbeque; Jack eyeballing our bounty gets the evil glare from Carl; international incident thwarted by passing of 20lbs of smoked salmon.

Back tracking a bit, we arrived to our campsite just before it started to rain, everyone took to their routines and got camp set quite quickly; the foragers and gathers were busy gathering wood for what would be another epic Smith fire; fires that legends are made, fires that must be experienced.

Everyone now in the sacred circle of trust, life on the river becomes common place; big pushes during the day to make miles are just a prelude to a great gathering in the evening; life is good and we are all thankful.

Our group tends to turn in early reeling to the comforts of synthetic sleeping bags, comfy sleep mats and highly functional tents. Our homes away from home are all too inviting.  Before turning in Jack and Mark share a bit of sad news that they will be pushing off early around 3:30am; they have decided to push to the big pond, Lake Michigan; this of-course prompts Bob to organize a pre-dawn start to get in some miles in hopes of getting off the water around 3 or 4 to enjoy camp life dry out gear and socialize.

to be continued...

Sawtooth Challenge day 3.4 - 5, clueless

Finding Nemo is one thing, finding Mike Smith is another, consider him found

I don't know what day it is, everything has become a blur; been on river time since cresting the Mackinaw Bridge; to coin a phrase from Mr. Jim Woodruff, "It's like herding cats watching these Kruger events unfold." 

So Mark and Jack arrive, Al and Charlie depart, Mike Smith is running a strong offense trying to determine where to meet us and Michael Doty goes AWAL and will be severely beaten at our next gathering; it's a mess; no it's perfect, no you have just been Krugerized.

Krugerized is a lot like being punked; Example, Toby offers the clan peanuts, (with a snicker) the sampling is inviting but they are Cajun peanuts hot enough to peel paint.  Retaliation ensues with a soggy banana on his boat seat; let the Krugerized hijinks begin!! Its the little things out on the river, meaningless in real time, but river time, its everything.

So with crystal clear water partly cloudy skies and color bursts in the trees that would rival any Disney fireworks display, we make our way down river, taking it all in.  We are pushing 30 + miles a day now, everyone keenly aware we have some distance to make up after days and days of bushwhacking.

to be continued...

Sawtooth Challenge day 3

"Pick me pick me" Toby cries out as we choose sides for the ambush on Mark and Jack; we anticipate their arrival today as we have cleared a silvery liquid highway.  The river is beginning to open up a bit and spirits are high; we might even get to paddle a bit.

Brian last picked for the ambush attempts to plea his case to Bob; "Brian, basically you suck, you are last picked, deal with it", bellowed Bob.

It actually is quite a feat in itself; coming off the Iron Mushroom Challenge, sorting out gear resupplying and catching us on day 3 of our adventure.  Mark and Jack have taken have taken efficiency to the next level and catch up to us just before a well deserved lunch break.

Today's lunch break was the only one of the trip; with days of drag overs, cuts and scootching boats under fallen trees, we ate basically on the go. So we sat back let the warm sun sooth achy backs and ate like royalty; wine cheese sausage fruit, a real social affair.  Tyler and Koa(dogs) frolicked in the river chasing anything that moved, quite a site when Tyler came face to face with a bright green frog.

The rest of the day went without incident, it was really the first time during the trip you could paddle along side someone and have a conversation; it was nice cause everyone has their story, and grand stories they are.

to be continued...