Water-based recreation seen as restoration and tourism drivers
By Summit Voice
SUMMIT COUNTY — Along with recreation icons like the Appalachian, Continental Divide and Pacific Crest trails, the federal government is in the process of developing a National Water Trails System, a new network that will increase access to water-based outdoor recreation and encourage community stewardship of local waterways. Continue reading “Park Service to help plan national water trail system”→
Paddling and outfitter groups give thanks with an engraved paddle
By Summit Voice
SUMMIT COUNTY — Two major whitewater groups say they are thankful for the way Interior Secretary Ken Salazar is handling potential conflicts over the Colorado River.
To show their appreciation, the American Whitewater and the Colorado River Outfitters Association presented Salazar with an engraved paddle at a private ceremony in Washington, D.C. last week. The following message was engraved on the paddle: “Thanks for navigating the process of balancing the needs of fish, wildlife and people.” Continue reading “Ken Salazar honored for Colorado River work”→
Sculling on Lake Dillon — tranquility, osprey and great exercise
Story and photos by Jenney Coberly
SUMMIT COUNTY — If you’re passing by the Frisco Bay Marina on Dillon Reservoir on an early summer morning, you might see graceful rowing shells skimming across the water.
Sliding-seat rowing, or sculling as it’s called, is one of the best cardiovascular exercises along with Nordic skiing, and there’s no stress on the joints. It’s a pastime that can be enjoyed by all ages and abilities, including children, octogenarians, and the differently-abled.
There are over 300 rowing clubs in the country, and the Frisco Rowing Center, at 9,017 feet, has the distinction of being the highest. Dillon Reservoir is like a mirror most mornings and scullers can enjoy watching the fish jump, or visiting the osprey or Great Blue Heron nests while getting a good workout.
“Put a motor on that damned thing so you can get where you’re going,” the fellow across the way said as I hoisted the canoe onto the roof of my Jeep.
“Thanks for the input,” I said, struggling a bit to keep it aligned between the racks. Frankly, I had heard it all before and wanted to avoid the inevitable debate.
The old man, though, would have none of the avoidance tactic. Even from his comfortable perch in the lounge chair, Hamm’s Light in hand, the old man seemed a bit put off – like he was being ignored. How you can be put off on a 70-degree Colorado afternoon, lounge chair under your butt and Hamm’s Light in your fist is beyond me. But not beyond the old man, apparently.
“I said,” he began again, his voice rising a bit in pitch, “you should put a motor on that thing so you can get around better.”
It was a topic that dated back many years – 25 or so, in fact. As a fresh college grad, I had landed in a small town in southeast Kansas – a quiet and friendly area that boasted some of the best fishing and hunting grounds in the country. Deer, bass and quail flourished, and it was hard to not drive past ponds, lakes and streams.
For a kid who was adamant about becoming the next Sigurd Olson, Ernest Hemingway and Harold Ensley, it was Paradise. And I was determined to run my lures past every set of fish lips in the six-county area.