PLACES TO GO ON LAND HOME PLACES TO GO ON WATER
I needed a de-stressing day. You see, I am not a professional website designer. I’m a complete hack who learns only through an excruciating process of trial and error. Well a few days ago I noticed that a wrench had been thrown into the workings of this website and that I could no longer add pictures properly - not only that, but the picture on my homepage had completely disappeared!
Well, in the process of trying to rectify the situation, I only succeeded in taking down the site completely! It was only in reversing everything I’d done that I was able to bring it back up, but I was still no closer to finding a resolution – and thus faced with the possibility of untold hours of frustration trying to rectify the situation, I really needed to recharge the batteries. With my mind thus preoccupied, however, today would prove to be another comedy of errors.
When I arrived at the Gwinn Island Marina facilities I met with comedy #1 – I’d forgotten my wallet (there are no complimentary put-in points on this lake that I know of). Well, there’s a kind of guard shack out here just before you drive down a steep road which leads to the actual island and marina. This is where you’re supposed to pay, but since there wasn’t anyone at this station, I got out of my car and asked some guys I saw if they knew where there might be a free put-in point. They said to go ahead and use the ramp - it wouldn’t be a problem. I headed down!
The view looking down onto the island from this spot is really amazing, and especially at this time of year with all the leaves changing color. They have cabins on the island that you can rent, by the way. Don’t expect luxury, but if you want to come out for a fishing weekend with the guys it looks like they’d do quite nicely.
I put my boat
in without incident and started paddling “upriver” (
A little way up
I came to the first junction in the lake. In fact, there were
a few options here. I’d make a left around the corner to
continue upriver, but on the other side I noticed that there were two more
possibilities. These both turned out to be routes around
Anyway, as I made the left turn there were quite a few turkey buzzards hanging out down by the shoreline rocks. They let me get quite close. To see these birds soar through the air is truly a thing of beauty, although this beauty doesn’t exactly hold up to closer scrutiny. These aren’t the most attractive of birds. Nevertheless, I never fail to see them soaring all around me on every single trip I’ve ever made. Turkey buzzards, heron, and kingfishers are almost always constant company.
Something that caught my eye very soon after this was what looked like an ancient ramp. In fact, it was so old that it could very well have been a ferry landing spot on the old river before they put the dam in. I’m not sure, but it definitely piqued my curiosity! I’d been noticing some pretty grand homes too. In fact, it seemed as if just about every spot of shoreline – with the exception of the area around Dunn Island – was property lined today, whether you can see it or not because a lot of times you won’t be able to spot the houses atop the hills until you get to the opposite shoreline.
I’m on a fairly long straightaway at this point and I can see a platform on the water at the end of this stretch which has a walkway leading to it. The river then curves right, and it was after making this curve that I noticed that someone has a pretty sweet setup, complete with their very own cave!
Then, at the end of a backward “C” pattern in the lake/river (it’s hard to tell where the river ends and the lake begins out here!), I spotted a trio of great looking fishing havens – perfect for that peaceful weekend on the lake. This “C” also contained some of the nicest looking beach-like spots I’d see today (on the left).
The sight of
the Kings Mill Marina would greet me at the end of the next “S” curve.
With room for maybe 50 boats, there’s also a pretty solid looking ramp
here. This spot is just before you get to the bridge over the
water for KY34. They’ve got a
witnessed all this, I headed back to circumnavigate
The creek went back pretty far, and this area seemed to offer the most privacy I’d have all day – when powerboats weren’t in company, that is! The paddle-ability ended in a muddy/swampy section at the back, and as I weaved my way as far as I could, I noticed that I was starting to force minnows and a couple larger fish up the creek with me as I went. At the end I had to be careful when I paddled to avoid hitting them.
from this creek I headed back towards
Well, the first incoming stream I’d forgotten about, and it went back pretty far too. I usually like for these to go on for while because I do find them fun to paddle, but it was starting to get dark and I’d have to get back soon, so I regretfully found myself wishing that the stream would end soon. Feelings like this really bother me because they mean that I’ve become more concerned about getting back that about seeing what a particular stream has to offer. Whenever this happens I make it a point to come back to the area soon. The feeling is like that you have when you experience the company of someone you haven’t previously met – someone you find really interesting and fun – but you don’t have the time to fully enjoy that persons company. You want to see them again soon. The feelings I had while paddling back here were exactly the same.
stream went back... And back... And back,
and by the time I reached the end, I knew that I’d probably run into darkness
before I could return to the ramp. It would be OK, though,
because after I emerged I was looking at the road which went over to
No go! It looks like the water ends here, but I found that it keeps going. It just curves around this road and goes back into another incoming stream! I couldn’t do it. I’d have to forego my goal of seeing everything in this section today. I also decided to try and take out right here – on the opposite side of the road from the ramp. It wasn’t easy. The slope at this point isn’t that bad, but with the shifting rocks under my feet, my path up to the road was one of slips and slides as each step threatened to send me tumbling back down into the water – with my gear on the first trip up and with my boat on the second! It was only with great patience that I eventually got everything back up to the car.
On my way out I
could hear a rock band playing at the top of the hill in one of the buildings,
and after taking some more pictures of the view down to
…and always remember: “Wherever you go, there you are!”