Lake Redman, York County, PA
Topher, c2g, Mike McCrea
Hobie Adventure, Wavewalk, Solo Plus, Nova Craft Prospector 16
(solo-ized)

Yes, that tinky-winky wee Lake Redman. If you've ever driven I-83
between Baltimore and York you've passed over the narrows. I've
driven over it thousands of times; all of 20 minutes from my home, but
never wet a boat there.

Pity I waited so long; it's a nice enough little lake and the closest
fla****er that doesn't require a permit. The ideal location for c2g
and Topher to get back on that horse after wus...after pus...after
quitting on a Susquehanna trip halfway between Duncannon and Marysville
and calling for BMO to come fetch them.

Putting in at the boat landing off Hess Farm Rd we paddled north and
rounded the corner to spot a gathering of folks running a small
flotilla of radio control sailboats around a buoy-marked course.
Friends of Topher's of course. Isn't everyone? I envision there
someday being people in 12-step programs, meeting on Thursday evenings
in church basements, introducing themselves by standing and saying
"Hi, I'm so-and-so, and I'm a friend of Topher's".

Curving wide so as to not intrude on the course we swung around the
point into a freshening breeze. A good opportunity to sprint a bit in
the Hobie.

Pumping the Mirage drive and paddling at the same time can easily put
on an impressive sprint; I'd love to see what a conditioned
biker/paddler could do with the Hobie Adventure in an anything-goes
race like Wye Island. I'd also like to try that boat with a wing
paddle for a higher angle stroke. And, what the heck, I guess I oughta
try the dagger board and sail accessories - I bet that hull would
fly.

Rounded the corner as the dam came into sight I paused to wait for my
laggard companions to catch up in the wind, watching them closely as
they approached for any signs of trembling trepidation or fear puckered
orifices. So far, so good.

We muckled in a small cove just before the dam for a leg stretcher and
first boat swap. But, before the boat exchange Topher stunted the W in
his inimitable way; one-legged Captain Morgan style gunwale leans and
standing astride the extreme ends of the twin hulls until he achieved
the inevitable Class B step out.

First swap; Topher into the Hobie, I'll take the W, Dave wants to
keep his Prospector, having wrapped up the custom soloization just a
few hours before.

The W is different from any hull I've paddled before; the secondary
stability is astounding - we'll have to try flipping it some warm
day, but I believe it'll take some effort. Different enough that it
will take some time, patience and experimentation to learn just how to
paddle it in different positions and what it can do.

One outfitting item that would be useful in the W is a partial cockpit
cover of some kind, if only to provide an easily accessible work
surface in front of the paddler, something with some pockets or pouches
for easily accessible gear storage. Or a full sized 2-piece cover so
that the entire cockpit opening could be enclosed during transport.

Back to the landing in a brief but hard rain shower and a quick change
into some warm, dry clothes and raingear (wet and chilled - you're
not paddling in the Carolinas anymore Mike) and then off again for the
south end of the lake.

Passing beneath I-83, around the bend the road noise from the
inter-State quickly diminished and, as we cruised beneath the Hess Farm
Rd bridge, we saw another put in, a picnic area and parking lot (no
boat ramp) that would be a fine alternative for hand carried boat
launches. Continuing up the narrowing and shallowing arm of the lake
toward the tributary streams Inner Creek and the East Branch Codorus
Creek we halted at a curious "No Boating" sign planted in the
middle of the arm.

I don't think they meant us, but the exploration of the East Branch
will have to wait for another day, as we turned about and headed for
another muckle near the picnic area put in.

An unsuccessful attempt at waterlogged grackle resuscitation, another
boat swap - c2g into the Hobie and I into his Prospector Solo and we
headed back north to the boat ramp to wrap the day.

A previously unpaddled lake close to home (not to mention the adjacent
Lake Williams, yet to be explored), intriguing new boats to put through
their paces and re-emboldened companions completing an entire trip
without quitting the field in trembling terror.

Not a bad day.

Topher's photos of the day:

http://community.webshots.com/album/549771286pPOmqq

Ah yes......the Redman,
Alot of CCC folks started there, we used to have "secret" roll sessions
in the lower sister lake Williams, the one you see the spillway empty into.
Depending upon which park ranger sees you rolling, he\she will count that as
swimmimg and not allowed.
Go the right time of year and you can pick ALOT of berries from your
boat along the shoreline. There is a beaver dam in the back lagoon(or was).
Another cool feature.....many water snakes like to sunbathe in the
overhanging bushes, used to paddle under a branch after spotting one, smack
the bush and watch the face of the paddler behind as the wriggly guy dropped
onto his\her boat. No harm done, no need for a peta call lol.
Also, I think they still have open top the public all night access on
summer weekends? Great place for a full moon paddle, some are sponsored by
the park with an on the water astronomy lesson...refreshments afterwards,
think it was like $12 per couple, can't remember


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Lake Redman, York County, PA
Topher, c2g, Mike McCrea
Hobie Adventure, Wavewalk, Solo Plus, Nova Craft Prospector 16
(solo-ized)

Yes, that tinky-winky wee Lake Redman. If you've ever driven I-83
between Baltimore and York you've passed over the narrows. I've
driven over it thousands of times; all of 20 minutes from my home, but
never wet a boat there.

Pity I waited so long; it's a nice enough little lake and the closest
fla****er that doesn't require a permit. The ideal location for c2g
and Topher to get back on that horse after wus...after pus...after
quitting on a Susquehanna trip halfway between Duncannon and Marysville
and calling for BMO to come fetch them.

Putting in at the boat landing off Hess Farm Rd we paddled north and
rounded the corner to spot a gathering of folks running a small
flotilla of radio control sailboats around a buoy-marked course.
Friends of Topher's of course. Isn't everyone? I envision there
someday being people in 12-step programs, meeting on Thursday evenings
in church basements, introducing themselves by standing and saying
"Hi, I'm so-and-so, and I'm a friend of Topher's".

Curving wide so as to not intrude on the course we swung around the
point into a freshening breeze. A good opportunity to sprint a bit in
the Hobie.

Pumping the Mirage drive and paddling at the same time can easily put
on an impressive sprint; I'd love to see what a conditioned
biker/paddler could do with the Hobie Adventure in an anything-goes
race like Wye Island. I'd also like to try that boat with a wing
paddle for a higher angle stroke. And, what the heck, I guess I oughta
try the dagger board and sail accessories - I bet that hull would
fly.

Rounded the corner as the dam came into sight I paused to wait for my
laggard companions to catch up in the wind, watching them closely as
they approached for any signs of trembling trepidation or fear puckered
orifices. So far, so good.

We muckled in a small cove just before the dam for a leg stretcher and
first boat swap. But, before the boat exchange Topher stunted the W in
his inimitable way; one-legged Captain Morgan style gunwale leans and
standing astride the extreme ends of the twin hulls until he achieved
the inevitable Class B step out.

First swap; Topher into the Hobie, I'll take the W, Dave wants to
keep his Prospector, having wrapped up the custom soloization just a
few hours before.

The W is different from any hull I've paddled before; the secondary
stability is astounding - we'll have to try flipping it some warm
day, but I believe it'll take some effort. Different enough that it
will take some time, patience and experimentation to learn just how to
paddle it in different positions and what it can do.

One outfitting item that would be useful in the W is a partial cockpit
cover of some kind, if only to provide an easily accessible work
surface in front of the paddler, something with some pockets or pouches
for easily accessible gear storage. Or a full sized 2-piece cover so
that the entire cockpit opening could be enclosed during transport.

Back to the landing in a brief but hard rain shower and a quick change
into some warm, dry clothes and raingear (wet and chilled - you're
not paddling in the Carolinas anymore Mike) and then off again for the
south end of the lake.

Passing beneath I-83, around the bend the road noise from the
inter-State quickly diminished and, as we cruised beneath the Hess Farm
Rd bridge, we saw another put in, a picnic area and parking lot (no
boat ramp) that would be a fine alternative for hand carried boat
launches. Continuing up the narrowing and shallowing arm of the lake
toward the tributary streams Inner Creek and the East Branch Codorus
Creek we halted at a curious "No Boating" sign planted in the
middle of the arm.

I don't think they meant us, but the exploration of the East Branch
will have to wait for another day, as we turned about and headed for
another muckle near the picnic area put in.

An unsuccessful attempt at waterlogged grackle resuscitation, another
boat swap - c2g into the Hobie and I into his Prospector Solo and we
headed back north to the boat ramp to wrap the day.

A previously unpaddled lake close to home (not to mention the adjacent
Lake Williams, yet to be explored), intriguing new boats to put through
their paces and re-emboldened companions completing an entire trip
without quitting the field in trembling terror.

Not a bad day.

Topher's photos of the day:

http://community.webshots.com/album/549771286pPOmqq