BOATHOUSE DAYS, MY FIFTH SUMMER ON LAKE JENKINSON PART II

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability --- Sam Keen

Summertime and the livin' is easy," the popular George Gershwin song goes. On Lake Jenkinson at Sly Park Paddle Rentals, it definitely had that feeling when the blue skies and sunshine greeted me on the weekend mornings. The rains of June are soggy memory now through the end of August. It would be only sun-splashed days at the boathouse.

After 5 years, I've got my routine down, opening up my little boathouse. Make a list of reservations at home, grab the park radio at the front gate, and drive the 3 miles meandering through the park to Stonebreaker Boat Launch.
Once there, I would resemble a pack mule carrying a weekend supply of ice, food, and water down the long path to the boathouse. 

After a gulp of coffee, I would pull the stacked paddle boards out of the boathouse and line them up on the dock. Then knock a few kayaks off the dock into the water and stage an arm full of PFDS nearby.
Almost there. Next, I set up my flag and throw up my open sign that I'm ready for business.
If I was early, and usually was, I would save the flag and sign for later and enjoy a quick wake-up swim in the lake followed by breakfast with a cup of coffee.
"Morning simply isn't morning without a cup of coffee, but not just any cup will do," wrote canoeist and writer Jerry Dennis, "I want it black and strong enough to kick-start me into wakefulness."

If a Saturday or Sunday, y crew of high school kids, Walden and Noelle, jump into action outfitting the novices with PFDs and paddles.
Tandems and SUPs are the crafts of choice on these hot summer days. Canoes are still very popular for families with small children. Want to paddle on your own? Check out a single kayak.
While anyone can walk up and get a boat, reservations are encouraged. Since they have already paid for the rental and filled out the waiver, they are in the express lane to the water.

  

     
Friday, July 8...Busy start to my day. Dan and I had Great American Triathlon Training last night. We did the whole course. Afterward, I had to bring some boats up to Sly with me because our paddlers wanted to try them out on the lake. I suggested they come up to Sly Park. So, here I am, unloading two sit-inside kayaks. I dropped them off at the boat ramp and floated them over, thinking that the way winds work, they would be pushed over the rest of the way to the boathouse. It didn't happen, and I ended up swimming them over the rest of the way.
The water is very swimmable now. It's clear and refreshing. When I jumped in, there, of course, was a little shock of cold, but it quickly subsided as I swam toward the boats.
Last month I would have paddled them over but being so warm out, it's the only way to go.
All is well for Friday. I brought a good lunch and even dropped off some cookies at the front gate for the staff. Just a random act of kindness. It made his day. He was really hungry. 

Saturday, July 9...By far one of our busiest days of the season. It was a tandem day as every one of them went out. Some even went twice and three times.

The weather was perfect, with light winds and clear blue skies.
The only drawback was the lake was dropping. Our gangplank was even with the last cement block of our sidewalk. It won't be long till it's dirt.
The night before, I took a paddle and hike up to the falls just to see them flowing. I haven't been able to paddle to the bridge for a few years now. I have to remind myself over and over again of what it used to look like with water. Each year I say, hopefully, next season, we will have more water.
I'm so grateful that this view of Middle Earth did not burn up in last year's fire. It was so so close.
Sunday, July 10...We have a few reservations. But most of them haven't shown up yet. Some folks are like that. They'll rush to get here and run behind. When they get here. I tell them to take it slow and relax, you're at the lake now. 

“Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
 J.K. Rowling

We had a few days in the middle of July that was more than a little upsetting for me. Our boathouse and dock are an easy target for someone when it is unattended. Even with the gate securely locked, I've found muddy footprints, beer cans, and tangled fishing lines left behind on the dock. And while usually, the park brings in some great patrons, we did end up with the door kicked in this year, some boats taken on a joy ride, and on another night had a paddle board stolen off the deck. I would try to keep a look out for it for the rest of the summer.

In the meantime, it was always a great way to start the day with either; a quick swim, a canoe ride, or both before opening up. And at the end of the day, I would always paddle my kayak. Sometimes I would stay in the comfort of the upper lake by paddling up the creek or across the way from the boathouse to the wind-protected bay, while other times, I would head out across the big lake and round the island on the far west end. When there is enough water, it is two islands, but with the lake dropping every week, it has become one large one. It can be pretty bumping out there as I crash through the waves of motorboats. But the setting sun always makes the water glisten in gold. Coming through the narrows in the twilight, the water was very still and quiet.

 

 

I send all sorts of people away in boats. There are big people, small people, men, women, and kids. Some have paddled before, and some have never stepped into a canoe or kayak in their entire life. And yes, I think that is a little alarming when I think about it since I'm about to send them out onto the lake.
Good luck, I tell them. I hope you have fun. See you in an hour, and glad you signed the waiver.
My rescues are few. Most of the time, they come back safe sound, saying they had a great time. Sometimes they come back soaked to the skin, but they still say they had a great time.

 

Friday, July 15...Greeted today with a busted-in door and a missing kayak. What a way to disrupt my morning. 

Saturday, July 16...An eventful day yesterday with our door getting bashed in and a kayak pirated away. But we got it back, and the ranger came and fixed the door. The first one didn't work. Since I didn't want him to carry them up the hill, I stacked them on canoes and paddled them to Stonebreaker. 

Sunday, July 17...The start of another disappointing day as one of our SUPS was stolen last night. Thinking someone took it for a joy ride, I search and search along the lake shore early this morning with no luck.

Friday, July 22...A much better way to start the day at Sly Park. Quiet and uneventful. No break-ins, nothing stolen, just peace and quiet. 

After opening, I took a canoe out on the morning's breathless waters floating along, listening to the sounds of the forest. The swish of my paddle, the buzz of bugs, and the caw of crows.

Friday, July 29...SUP paddling is certainly all the rage right now. Here at the lake, I'm seeing more and more of them. Mostly inflatables, made with hard materials but easy to store and transport. They fit in the closet as well as in the trunk of a car. It's getting common to see folks pumping their SUPS up either by hand or with an electric pump either in the parking lot or right at the lake access, hooked up to a car battery. The sound of their electric pump's hums over the water. 

There are generally two types of paddlers for them. The first is there for a power paddle workout going from one end of the lake to another. The others are there as social paddlers more interested in rafting up in groups of 2 to 20, never leaving sight of the boat access.

Sunday, July 31...The lake is going down. It dropped, even more, this week. I had to start building a trail again.

Sunday, August 7...Quiet start to my day. The sign at the gate says the lake is 74% percent, but it seems to have dropped more overnight. The boathouse and dock keep sinking further and further into the lake. No telling what it will be in two weeks. But summers are like that now in the foothills.

Friday, August 19...Like always, the lake has dropped. Had to extend my little foot trail to the gangplank another six feet. Who knew that running a boathouse would involve trail building.

Not a cloud in the sky right now, and it's hot! I'm hoping for a breeze soon. It will be easy to cook my burritos by wrapping them in tin foil and laying them on the deck.

Later, I thought their tandem with two dogs was a little overloaded. They opted for a tandem boat. They had told me they rolled a canoe years before. Too bad they had the same result today. Not 100 yards from the boathouse. But I was quick to rescue everyone. I paddled out in a canoe telling everyone in a calm voice that they were all ok. I gathered up their dogs first. Then told the woman to swim toward shore while the gentleman needed a little help. I had him wrap his legs around the bow of the canoe and paddled him to shore. 

The rangers came, but it was all ok. We got everyone out of the water to shore. The PFDs worked like they were supposed to, giving us all a happy ending. I think they were both a bit embarrassed by all the fuss. But it all ends well.

It's a long goodbye to summer once the calendar rolls mid-August. The season that brought us warm nights, canoe camping adventures, and, of course, my great boathouse tan is quickly fading away.
While it's still scorching hot outside, the season is a time for folks to get back to normal. School is starting. There are games and activities to go to, and the trip to the lake is a summer vacation memory.

For the last few seasons, the path to the boathouse gets longer and longer as Lake Jenkinson shrinks and the boathouse and dock sink into the lake valley. The sidewalk leading to the dock dropped off sometime in July. Leaving me to continuously fashion a trail the rest of the way to the gangplank.

The lake was still a treasure for me. Morning swims, Paddleboard floats and ending every evening on the water with a kayaking experience taking out across the lake left.
At the boathouse, I found you have to be ready for anything, from a person forgetting their paddle at home, a canoe drifting away, or a boater's family being marooned on the other side of the lake, and another wildfire.

Sunday, August 21...The season is going fast now. School is starting, and folks are not thinking about coming to the lake. Yesterday was a busy day. Folks mostly wanted to rent SUPS.
I did have another boat rescue which is actually that. The boater could make it back from Stonebreaker access due to the fetch. So, I swam over and paddled it back.

 

Friday, August 26... It's the last weekend in August for paddling. We only have a few weekends left. But hey, last year, we had already been shut for a week due to the Caldor Fire and would never open again that season.
The lake looks great, considering what it looked like last year. It's at 69%, and the waterfall is still flowing into the lake. We'll take it.

Saturday, August 27...At close last night I paddled with Rob back to the main boat launch. He paddled with us at Current Adventures and raced during the Great American Triathlon. He often paddles here at Sly early mornings from one end of the lake to another and back. I met him on his return leg and paddled back with him.

Sunday, August 28... A sleepy start to the day. I did rescue a paddler who forgot his paddle.
Again, last night, I paddled to the other end of the lake. There was not a lot of boat traffic. It was nice not to battle their waves.
On the other hand, Stonebreaker has been busy this morning with the crew after crew unloading their SUPs and kayaks. A lot of folks with their own gear in this post-pandemic world.

 

Friday, September 2...It's going to be super-hot this weekend. Temperatures in the valley will be well over 100 degrees. It's even too warm up here. Escaping the heat is going to be a good plan for the day.
I dropped off a kayak and floated it over to the boathouse. Luckily, I still had to swim for it. It was the best part of my day.

Saturday, September 3... I did paddle up into what is left of Sly Park Creek yesterday. There is no backwater there anymore. Only a narrow bar of sediment about 6 feet tall between the stream and the lake. The upper end of the lake is dry indeed. 

Sunday, September 4...I started the day by giving her a canoe ride to Stonebreaker. She had rented kayaks for her kids and needed a ride to her kayak waiting for her. It was an easy trek, unlike last night when I had to paddle across and rescue a family.
I was just closing when a guy came up and said his boat had conked out and wouldn't start, and he couldn't get to his family on the other side of the lake. I called the rangers, but he said the boat patrol was off the water. So, I told him I would go get them in our canoes.
I lashed two canoes together and crossed the lake. I said, "I'm your Uber," once I reached the other side. They had lots of kids and lots of gear. I piled their cooler, tent, and kids into one canoe and tied on a water toy with two others on it. Then loaded the other boat with the other folks and told them to head to Stonebreaker.
We paddled across all the way laughing all the way. It was a great adventure for them all to be rescued by canoe. Dad was thankful and handed me a wad of wet cash. An unexpected way to end the day on the lake.

Monday, September 5...Labor Day. I can't believe the summer season is already over. It's not over in the temperature department. It's sizzling out there.

Friday, September 9...Well, I thought we would escape the fire season, but we didn't. Another one burns near Forest Hill. Last night my wife and I saw the smoke and glow of the fire from our Placerville home. It's too close for comfort.
I was greeted with heavy smokey skies this morning hanging over the lake. The park is quiet. The smoke will be keeping the folks away. It's too bad. It's great to paddle into the fall season, but not enough water and now smoke make it bad for business.

Saturday, September 10...Better day than before. Just a bit of haze on the lake. The sun was a glowing ball of orange rising over the lake. I have several reservations, but who knows who will show up.

Sunday, September 11...I'm seeing ash particles on the kayak seats, and I can't even see the trees across the lake. It's time to call it a day.

 

Saturday, September 17...Well, it's a wrap for the boathouse this season. I came to the lake to clean out the boathouse. Yesterday it was just too smokey. Today it's super windy, and tomorrow it is supposed to rain. So, we are calling it a season. 
I loaded all the kayak seats, PFDs, and paddles into a canoe and made four trips back and forth to Stonebreaker. Certainly, would have liked to end the summer on a high note. We will hope for better days to come.

The end of summertime is accompanied by a bit of sadness. However, this season has brought some great memories. I look back at those moments with gratitude. 

Thanks to Dan Crandall, the staff at The River Store, and all the rangers and park staff who helped us keep afloat during the season. Most of all, I'd like to thank our amazing customers for their patronage in making the long walk down the hill to our boathouse. 

We'll see you all next spring. 

If you want to go on a canoe or kayak trip at Sly Park contact:
Current Adventures Kayak School and Trips
PHONE: 530-333-9115 or Toll-Free: 888-452-9254
FAX: 530-333-1291
USPS: Current Adventures, P.O. Box 828, Lotus, CA 95651
info@currentadventures.com
owner Dan Crandall dan@kayaking.com
 

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