Okanagan Valley Vernon to Osoyoos

Next

 Tuesday May 21st  Vernon to Okanagan Centre

After weeks of extensions to what I thought would be my departure date, I was finally loaded and ready to roll.   I chose to start my venture in Vernon as it’s my birthplace and the Okanagan Valley had been my home for most of my life.  Wanting to beat the traffic through Vernon, to reach Kalamalka Lake, I was underway before 7:00.  I was towing far more weight that I hoped I would be. It was only the previous day that I had piled everything into the canoe and obtained a total weight.  In making my equipment purchases I had hoped to keep the weight of canoe, cart and gear to around 150 pounds.   The scale revealed I had almost 250 pounds.  The night before I tested that weight on an 8% road grade and found it not possible to ride and very difficult to push.  Getting over the mountain passes was going to be a problem but no such grades along the 10 km route to Kal Lake and I was able to ride the entire distance.

Kalamalka Beach on departure day. Not as I remember it as a youth though. Then,the pier included a diving tower, the beach was crowed and Perry Como tunes blasted from transistor radios.Kalamalka Beach on departure day. Not as I remember it as a youth though.  Then, the pier included a diving tower, the beach was crowded and Perry Como tunes blasted from transistor radios.

My first transition from land to water took over an hour. Bike and cart stowed in the bow. Bike and cart stowed in the bow.

The paddle down the lake was pleasant with calm waters for the most part.  Pleasant except for the noise from the highway along the western shore even though I followed the east side.  Kalamalka is also known  as  ‘The Lake of Many Colours’ and is one of the prettiest lakes in B.C. – when those colours are revealed, which wasn’t the case this day.  Kal Lake is joined with Woods Lake by a short canal at Oyama.  A tail wind picked up as I was entering Woods and using the kayak paddle I made good time in reaching it’s southern shore.  I did so just as thunderstorm let loose a bit further south.  I was able to get the canoe onto the cart before the rain started but it was pelting down by time I was on the road.  It’s a short hop over a steep hill from Woods to Okanagan Lake and it was necessary to push the bike to reach the top.  The grade was likely about 6% and although it was steady work it was doable.

I arrived at a boat launch site in Okanagan Centre, about four o’clock, to find Okanagan Lake in a hostile state.  Ominous bands of dark clouds where visible to the south and the south wind had the lake near whitecap conditions.  I readied the canoe but had no intention of leaving until things settled down. Once the canoe was loaded I took shelter in the doorway of a men’s washroom waiting for things to improve.20130522_073553I will now switch to the format of a series of books popular when my boys were young – ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’!  You, dear reader, get to do just that and I’ll keep my choice to myself.

“You arrive at the Okanagan Centre boat launch site as thunderstorms are sweeping up the valley from the south.  South winds have the lake in an unfriendly state but following the shoreline it would be possible to make some progress south through the wind and rain.   With conditions as they are you are totally alone at the boat launch site. There is a cement washroom building with both a men’s and women’s washroom.  They have been recently cleaned and the dry floor in each indicates they have not been entered all day.  The women’s washroom is fragrant with the smell of cleaning disinfectant – the men’s has a fragrance all of its own!  Do you.

a. Throw everything to the wind and launch the canoe as making miles is important to you.
Or wait until near dark and with the winds not abating:
b. Pitch your tent on the tiny bit of rocky ground in the lee of the washroom building
c. Lock the door and set up to sleep on the floor of the men’s washroom.
d. Lock the door and set up to sleep on the floor of the women’s washroom.

Wednesday May 22nd   Okanagan Centre to South of Westbank

This was ‘learn to row day’.  I had set the canoe up with a rowing unit similar to what the racing sculls have.  (The use of two oars in those boats is called sculling whereas rowing is when there is only one oar per person.)  Those set-ups use sliding seats, mine differs in that the seat is stationary and the oarlocks are designed to slide – called sliding riggers.    The oars are nine and half feet long and made of carbon fibre with ‘hatchet’ blades.  Rowing is not at all like the rowing I did as a kid.  When you pull the oars towards your chest they must overlap or the handles will bang together as they are made with extra length to provide greater reach.  Like anything involving coordination it takes plenty of practice to get it right … more so for some of us!

The rowing unit. The seat is stationary and leg action causes the the bar holding the oarlocks to slide back and forth. The rowing unit. The seat is stationary and leg action causes the bar holding the oarlocks to slide back and forth.

The canoe has three means of propulsion. Rowing, which uses both arms and legs, is the most efficient use of the available ‘horsepower’ and results in the fastest speed.  At best I can row at 8 kph whereas with the kayak paddle top touring speed is 6 kph and with the single canoe paddle 5 kph.   Rowing, however, means backwards travel and I prefer to see where I’m going rather than where I’ve been.

A light rain fell through most of the morning but the lake was calm.  Ideal conditions for both learning to row and proving the rain-gear.  I rowed to just past the Kelowna bridge and then went ashore on the west side and switched up to paddling.  Prior to leaving, I phoned a cousin and mentioned that the rowing was going well but I was likely getting tired as beyond the bridge my coordination was messing up resulting in too many splashy strokes.

I wanted to paddle along the uninhabited east side of Okanagan Lake and as the winds were light I set a diagonal course south rather than straight across the 3 km distance.  I hadn’t quite reached the middle of the lake when the wind picked up from the southwest and in a short time I was battling against white cap conditions.  The only course then was straight down the channel into the direction of the wind.   It’s difficult for one person in a 18 foot canoe to stay on course against a head wind.  On any course except directly into the wind the bow wants to swing, like a weather vane, downwind and if this is allowed to happen there is danger of capsizing once perpendicular to wind and in the wave troughs.   It’s likely my boat, with its ballast, (all my gear)  and inherent stability would stay upright in such a turn but not having had any experience with its stability it was all hands on deck for the next four hours to keep the bow into the wind.  Being mid lake I continued to try to make headway for the eastern shore.  It was more likely to be a lee shore than was the western side and if so I could expect the wind and waves to diminish as I got closer.   It wasn’t possible though to make any gains eastward without having to battle hard so as to not be swung downwind.  The kayak paddle proved its worth whenever the wind started to get the upper hand.  It’s an extra-long paddle (280 cm) designed for canoeing and it’s reach gave me the leverage necessary to turn back upwind whenever either a gust from a different quarter or my attempts to angle into the wind caused the bow to start to swing.  Eventually I gave up on trying for the east shore as it was easier to just head directly down lake directly into the waves.  The canoe is fully spray skirted and it is not possible for a wave to wash into the boat.  No waves ever washed onto the spray skirt but they were big enough that a few times they came right up to the full height of the bow as it pitched down to meet the next wave – and that pitching was more slam than slow dunk.  The plan now was to make slow progress down the lake until the wind let up.   I was able to gauge from watching the shore that I was making some headway but it was likely only a couple of kilometers an hour.   With the concern that the wind might not let up before dark I eventually decided to try to return to the west side shoreline.  This slowly yielded results and the closer I got to the shore the more the wind diminished and the more I was able to quarter into it.  I was aiming for a landing just past the last residential area south of the Westbank area.   As mentioned, I thought I was getting tired after switching up from rowing before starting across the lake more than four hours earlier.   When it was ‘game on’ with the wind the endorphins kicked in and I was at the top of my game for the entire period. Once out of danger though, paddling the last kilometer to shore became a chore and I was eager to find someplace quick and simple to spend the night.  Something on the shore looked strange.  It was a big black spot that didn’t look natural but wasn’t anything man-made either.  What it was became obvious as I got closer.  A huge cave!  An ideal spot to spend a rainy night.  Even better, upon landing I discovered it was regularly used, and the last ones there had left a quantity of newspaper and kindling, making starting a fire a cinch.   Redeeming too, considering where I’d spent the previous night.

The cave on Okanagan Lake. It is at least 20' x 20' in size with a 10 foot high ceiling. The roof is entirely black from fire soot from decades and likely centuries of fires being lit under the overhang.

Thursday  May 23rd    On Okanagan Lake  Westbank to Summerland

OK Ron, you are being far too verbose.  Shorten em up or you’ll be sitting here forever!

Fell asleep with the sound of waves crashing on the shore but awoke to a gentle ripple only.   The first thing I noticed was a raven poking around my stuff which I’d spread out in the open under the overhang last night.  What he’d found of interest – and consumed the contents of – was a ziplock bag with four large pieces of what I dubbed ‘trail cake’.  Lesson learned.

Trail cake. It's my own healthy recipe and includes oatmeal, flour, sugar, whey, soy, oat bran, wheat germ, ground flax, raisins, craisins and ground sunflower seeds. I made over 400 pounds of it which is vacuum packed and stored in twenty pound boxes. I will have it shipped to me by bus when and where needed. Trail cake. It’s my own healthy recipe and includes oatmeal, flour, sugar, whey, soy, oat bran, wheat germ, ground flax, raisins, craisins and ground sunflower seeds. I made over 400 pounds of it  –  vacuum packed and stored in twenty pound boxes.   Just add water.  If an oven is available it bakes like a cake otherwise it can be mixed a little thicker and fried like a pancake. I will have it shipped to me by bus when and where needed.

Calm waters and rowing soon had me across the lake and following the eastern shore south.

Deer on the east shore of Okanagan Lake. Easy enough now to see deer in almost any town in B.C. but these are certified bush deer.Deer on the east shore of Okanagan Lake. Easy enough now to see deer in almost any town in B.C. but these are certified bush deer.

At Rattlesnake Island I stopped to stow the oars and switch over to paddling.  Once around Squally Point a tail wind aided my passage to Summerland where I spent two nights.

Squally Point, the legendary home of OgopogoSqually Point, the legendary home of Ogopogo

Saturday  May 25th     Summerland to Skaha Lake

This was ‘learn to row heading into a stiff south wind day’.   I didn’t get away until late in the afternoon and the head wind made for slow progress to Penticton.

Strong south winds had me ducking into a bit of a breakwater, adjacent to the highway, for a chance to consume some calories. Met Denis who was cycling north to Summerland. We chatted while he kept my bow from hitting the rocks. Turns out he works for the couple who bought my house.Strong south winds had me ducking into a bit of a breakwater, adjacent to the highway, for a chance to consume some calories. Met Denis who was cycling north to Summerland. We chatted while he kept my bow from hitting the rocks. Turns out he works for the couple who bought my house!

I took out at the Sicamous and put back in, below the dam on the river channel, at the Eckhardt Bridge.  Bike not needed for this short portion.

The dam at south end of Okanagan Lake.The dam at south end of Okanagan Lake in Penticton. 20130525_181310

On reaching Skaha Lake I noticed that the door to the paddle club boathouse was open.  End result an offer to leave the canoe in the boathouse and a bed for the night.  Thanks Wayne.

Sunday  May 26th     Penticton to Osoyoos

Rowed south to Okanagan Falls with four of the paddle club joining me in outrigger canoes.DSCF0017

DSCF0015

Took out at the Falls and, as there were weirs as well as the dam to get around, it was necessary to use the bike and cart to reach the free running channel north of Vaseux Lake.

DSCF0019 Down the Okanagan River north of Vaseux Lake. Bike and cart  stowed   on deck as they would soon be needed again.

A very strong south wind to paddle into heading south on Vaseux Lake but the lake is very shallow and the resulting wave action was much reduced and of no concern.  Landed at a boat launch site and was aided in getting back on the road by the www.warmshowers.org host in the area.  A chance meeting but I’ve been a member of that organization for five years.  Planned on putting back in at the north end of Osoyoos Lake but it was too late in the day.  I was expected at a friend’s place so cycled to Osoyoos arriving just before dark.

Next