Grand River, Tecumseh Park to Fitzgerald Park
24 August 2015
This paddle on the Grand River is one of my favorites—the river is wide and friendly, the wildlife typically plentiful, and the scenery a balm to this Midwesterner’s heart. The trip was even better this time around because it marked the return of our friend Doug to the rivers after some months of travelling!
Fall was most definitely with us on the river. It was a cool day—it never got to 70, and I was sorry I left my jacket behind—and we fought a steady 4 mph wind coming out of the west that gusted to 14 mph like all the time. By the time we had paddled 500 feet due west head-on into the wind, I said hopefully, “well, the river will curve soon and we won’t be paddling right into the wind anymore.” “I don’t know,” says Ellen in reply, “the river’s a pretty straight shot west.” If you look at this map my GPS made of our paddle you can see that, as usual, Ellen was right. So we paddled just over 12 miles directly into the wind.
But what a lovely paddle it was. The wind meant we had to paddle pretty constantly–no lollygagging and letting the current take you—but it whipped up some amazing clouds and made the trees along the bank do constant dances for us.
And there was wildlife! Have a look below for the array, and note especially the osprey on the wing and the deer who decided to look at us through its back legs.
By every measure, a great trip—and one made all the better by the return of Doug’s cookies as paddlin’ fuel!