Friday Float on Vater Rhein (aka one of my zaniest adventures yet!)

Friday Float on Vater Rhein (aka one of my zaniest adventures yet!)

A few months ago I went to my colleagues office for the final weigh-in of the Desperate Dieters Challenge. I joined the challenge on a whim when I was working to lose weight and thought it would be nice to have a group to keep me accountable. It worked! As the challenge officially came to an end we needed a new adventure. After the weigh-in, my buddy Peter Josef popped in to the office with a new captain’s hat perched on his head and this is when our crazy plan was hatched. We would commute home from the office in Monheim to Düsseldorf via 3-man canoe.
We picked a Friday afternoon and on the appointed day I drove to the office toting a bag loaded with flip flops, a swimsuit, running shorts, a t-shirt, ball cap, shades fitted with a home-made lanyard, sunblock (I was optimistic that we MIGHT experience some sun) and, most important of all, 6 iced-down Duff beers and 3 bifi rolls for sustenance.


After the work day was over, we gathered in the lobby and walked out to Peter Josef’s car. There it was – a borrowed 3-man canoe strapped to the top of his station wagon. This is the moment when it hit me – I was about to do a rather crazy thing – canoeing down the Rhein river with two colleagues who I’d never boated with before and on top of that none of us had ever paddled the Vater Rhein! 


I was feeling relatively ok about this until John started to worry… aloud… if only he would have worried to himself, then I wouldn’t have also become a bit worried. As we drove toward our launch point I learned that we needed to take the ferry to Zons. Now is when it should be noted that Düsseldorf is on the opposite side of the river from Zons, which led me to deduce we would have to CROSS the river. I had not considered this as a possibility and this is when I began to think we could be embarking on a dangerous undertaking.

Waiting for the ferry gave us a chance to note the strong current in the water. Fortunately, we would be going downstream, but this is when John pointed out what would be our biggest challenge on the ride. He pointed out the erosion control (piles of rocks leading from the bank and out into the river at perpendicular angles to the shore. He asked if we knew what these were called and this is when the trip got interesting. These structures, according to my British friend, are called Groins! As you can imagine, for the rest of the trip we frequently had to make attempts to avoid the groins as we pursued a narrow path between the frequent, huge, barges and the currents created by the groins. We delighted in childishly referring to the gnarly groins, and avoiding the groin, and such it went for the duration.
Before we took off it was decided that John was captain and Peter was in the rear steering and I was in the middle to add some fuel. And to hand beers when it was time for this.

In the beginning there was lots of yelling from John to Peter Josef – go to the right, go to the left, not so far left, what are you doing man? I said left! It was rather humorous.
After about an hour we found our rhythm. 30 minutes later it was time to pop a top and we found a sleepy bay where we rested, enjoyed a cold Duff beer and took in the views.

As we resumed paddling, occasionally John would break in to song providing a soundtrack of Irish and Scottish seaman songs. We shared stories of our many and varied crazy travel adventures and occasionally we quietly took in the views of the beautiful Rhein. Although there wasn’t much quiet, this is a pretty talkative crowd! In addition to the jokes we also saw some very (ahem) interesting scenery…Once we averted our eyes when we saw a guy au natural sunning on the river banks. 

The day was mostly cloudy. About 30 minutes from the Mediahafen, it began to rain a bit. It could not dampen our spirits. Fortunately, it was a bit warm so we didn’t get chilled. About 3 hours after we entered the water in Zons, we passed the Paradiestrand in Düsseldorf and made a hard right into the Hafen. We were quite proud of traveling without incident when a huge barge began to bear down upon us laying on the horn. 

We dashed out of their way and made our way toward a dock, pulled the boat out of the water and lugged it up a steep ramp to the road and then on to John’s garage for the night.


All of us were thrilled to have completed the Rhein river commute challenge. It’s certainly an evening I will never forget. When I shared the story with my husband, he commented that since I’d traveled to work via car and bike and now boat, I needed to go by train. I laughed and then, sure enough, I went by train last Tuesday. I’m grateful that he constantly challenges me to find new ways to experience life and doesn’t stop me from taking crazy adventures like paddling down the Rhein in a 3-man canoe!

Our next adventure will be a 3-country, 100 mile bike tour in a day! What a way to end my 2 year adventure in Deutschland! More to come on that soon.

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Stillness

Water like glass
Reflects green leaves
An ancient bird call breaks the silence
A great blue heron passes
White egrets alight and resettle in barren treetops
The curve of a snake breaks the surface
Diving beetles dance
Bubbles break, hinting at creatures below
In this stillness, anything seems possible

Air, oppressively hot, no movement
Clear blue sky above
Ominous dark clouds build on the horizon
Paddles move the red canoe lazily between banks
Steering side to side – avoid stumps peaking above the water
Snag on a submerged limb
Rock rhythmically back and forth to break free

Light blue sky transforms to dark gray and black
Green leaves begin to dance in the wind
Still water replaced by growing swells

Lazy paddle strokes become deep pulls setting course to race the storm

Lightning strikes break across the sky
One-one-thousand
Two-one-thousand
Three-one-thousand
Four-one-thousand
Five
CRACK

Lean in to the paddle strokes
Increasing urgency as the canoe rolls in the swells hitting broadside
Fighting to breach the turbulent transition from building storm cloud to clear blue sky
The edge is the strongest point

Large, cold rain drops fall like heavy coins
Chilling the skin
Frantically search for an exit point on shore

Breathing heavily, we bank, scramble onto land, lift the craft and walk up the shore
Stepping carefully through rip rap, brambles tearing flesh, poison ivy brushing our ankles
We enter the shelter of tree limbs

Breathing slows, turning to laughter and relief

We are safe, we are happy, we are alive
WE ARE FREE