Sunday, May 31, 2015

Hugh Heward 2015

The Hugh Heward is a 50-mile challenge from Dimondale, MI to Portland, MI on the Grand River. The event, described here, has become one of the biggest paddling rendezvous events in Michigan, celebrating local heritage, camaraderie, and sometimes even a sense of competition. We’ve done this twice before in the Cruiser (for details, read here and here). This year, we decided to push ourselves in the pro boat. This would be our longest distance thus far in the pro boat, and would provide a benchmark for training for the upcoming AuSable Marathon.

Preparing our borrowed pro boat for the 50-mile challenge.

A Rendezvous in Dimondale

The community of Dimondale sits on the banks of the Grand River, and graciously offered camping space to Hugh Heward Paddlers the night before the event. We enjoyed exchanging paddling tips and stories with Michigan’s best.


Jack, “The Hammer” was excited to paddle in a Minnesota 4 with the Bradfords.

The double-zero family portrait. We are borrowing this pro boat for the season. It belongs to Jack (right), and he bought it from Bob (a.k.a. “Grandpa”, in the purple jacket). Bob and Mike (far left) raced this boat as a father-son duo. Jan (blue jacket) couldn’t remember if she’d raced in that canoe, but it seemed possible.
We enjoyed introducing our friend, Stacey to the company of long distance expedition canoe racers. She drove all the way from Columbus with her hairless dog, Chester. She planned to do the 25-mile Half Hugh, which would be her longest paddle ever in her wooden kayak! There is nothing more fun than shooting the breeze with people who love Michigan rivers.

According to Stacey, Chester was a “good boy” during his 25-mile challenge.
We started the morning out with an early breakfast at Mike’s Village Restaurant, where the chef treats Hugh Heward paddlers to “paddle cakes,” chocolate chip filled goodness. Chef Mike came out of semi-retirement to have them ready for us at 6:00 am! It’s always a treat when a community welcomes paddlers.

Mike, ready to make paddle cakes.

A different river every time

Less than one month prior to this event, we were on the very same Grand River for the Campus to Coast, a 160-mile race from Lansing to Grand Haven. During that event, water levels rose overnight to give us a boost. Water levels were much lower this time, and were in fact, lower than the previous two Hugh Heward events that we participated in. Even for the veteran paddlers, it would be a long day.
Early on, we passed Tim and Elin, who were paddling the canoe that Tim took during his first (solo) trip down the Mississippi. This was Elin’s first long haul, and they were having a good time.


Tim and Elin making a great team on the Grand River.
Because we were pushing it, we didn’t take many pictures during the event. We did, however, stop to pay homage to the event founder, Jim Woodruff, and take in his historical displays in his basement.


Jim Woodruff’s basement holds a wealth of information on canoes.

Never saw those rapids before!

Shortly after pushing off from Jim’s yard, there is a section of quick water ahead of a bridge. We’ve come this way several times before in high water, and mainly had to watch for log jams. This time, under low water conditions, we could hear a rapid ahead of us as we approached. In preparation, we slowed down and ferried over to the island upstream of the rapids to take it in. It really wasn’t much; just some standing waves in a V. Had we been in the Cruiser, we wouldn’t have thought twice. We were in the pro boat, however, and thought thrice. We took it slow, and headed straight down the channel. Mark put the brakes on to prevent the bow from diving in as we bounced down the standing waves. At the bottom of the rapid, we saw another pro boat pulled off to the shore. They shouted to us that we handled those rapids “like champs.”

The 2nd 25 miles

We took the obligatory picture of the Grand Ledge water tower, and then, after the Grand Ledge portage, we were half way there.


We managed to paddle some with Cliff, one of the quickest guys we know. In years past, in the Cruiser, we have seen just glimpses of him. This year, we kept up with him for a good while, peppering him with questions about the cancelled 2015 Everglades Challenge.

Meeting up with Cliff at the Grand Ledge portage


Almost keeping up with Cliff!
After a while, it was time to pull off for a “nature break.” In the Cruiser, we can just keep it moving, but some things are harder in a cramped, tippy canoe... During our nature break, we found some good nature, including this wildflower, and a friendly frog.






Although we lost Cliff after the nature break, we found some good entertainment in trying to come up with a good frog story.

Once upon a time, there was a bull frog named Jacob. Frogs have biblical names, traditionally. He was a lazy frog. He enjoyed sleeping in a bit longer than the other frogs. After a long, cold winter, he was still lying around under the mud, just starting to blink open his eyes. He started hearing his friends calling, “Bwaaaaap.” They were always so annoying when he was trying to sleep in in the springtime, with all their chipper bwapping and hopping around. This time, the “BWAAAAAAAAP” got louder. He guessed he couldn’t ignore it any longer. It was time to emerge from the mud. He blinked again, and started crawling, letting out a crabby “BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAP” on his way. When he got to the surface, he found to his surprise a giant yellow thing in his way, with giant creatures tramping about next to it, slipping around in the muddy banks of the Grand River. These giants were kind of clumsy. He knew he should probably hop into the water and just swim away, but he just didn’t feel like it. That sounded like a lot of work for the springtime. So he sat there and watched the giants, hoping they didn’t see him. But they did, and now he is a famous, story-telling frog on the Internet. The other frogs are jealous, of course, but that’s how it goes, sometimes.

Further on down the river, we saw the Eagle nest, with one of the parents sitting watch.


We finally pulled into Portland after a long hard day of paddling. Dan and Roxanne and the gang were there to greet us and fill us up with Chili and hot dogs. We spent a little time comparing notes with fellow paddlers and enjoying the food and company before heading home with Stacey. Stacey was in for a treat. We had a U-haul trailer rented for the next day to move our raised bed gardens to our new home. Shoveling dirt is a good way to work out the kinks after a long day of paddling!

Stats from the GPS:

Trip Odometer: 50.6 miles
Moving Time: 9 hours 17 minutes
Stopped Time: 1 hour 4 minutes
Max Speed: 8.4 mph
Moving Average: 5.5 mph
Overall Average: 4.9 mph

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