Tänne voi kuka tahansa laittaa omia melontajuttujaan (pyydä tunnus mame-tiedottaja"at"marjaniemenmelojat.fi)
Retkimelonta on mukavaa, ja erityisen mukavaksi sen tekee kajakin suoma mahdollisuus ottaa rinkkaa enemmän ruokatavaraa mukaan. Jos vielä Ahti on antelias, on herkkuillallinen käsillä.
Kahden kesän kokemuksella voi kehua Abu Garcian pienikokoista savustinta, jossa lämpö saadaan astiassa poltettavasta nestemäisestä polttoaineesta kuten vaikkapa Marinolista. Ei siis huolta metsäpalovaroituksesta kunhan savustimen sijoittaa järkevästi, ei esimerkiksi kuivalle kankaalle lämmittämään maaperää vaan hiekalle tai kalliolle. Kaikki polttoainepulloa lukuun ottamatta pakkaantuu 30 x 18 x 9 cm kokoiseen laatikkoon.
Ensi savustuksella huomasimme, että paksun hanskat ovat etu kuumaa välinettä käsiteltäessä ja että leppäpurujen määrää ei kannata liioitella, mikä toki on makuasia. Savustimen puhdistaminen kalasta ja noesta on tietty oma hommansa, mutta tähän asti kala-ateriat ovat olleet sen väärtejä. Paketti sisältää metallisen skraapan.
Tänä kesänä helteestä huolimatta esimerkiksi Koitereella saimme kajakista uisteltua niin paljon kuhaa ja ahvenia, että saalistus piti lopettaa, kun ei ollut enempää kuin kaksi syöjää. Ei muuta kuin yksi tai kaksi vapaa etukannelle etuviistoon kuminauhojen alle, esille lisäksi pappi, puukko ja verkkokassi tai vastaava saaliille. Helteillä suurin haaste oli pitää vauhti riittävän hiljaisena kaloille. Neljä nälkäistä melojaa on ruokittu fileillä (nahkapuolet ulospäin) ja siis kaikki muu pois tilaa viemästä.
Savustin on valmistettu emaloidusta pellistä, ja siihen kuuluu rasvapelti, savustusritilä ja polttoaineelle polttoastia. Muidenkin valmistajien tuotteet toiminevat samalla tavoin, tässä on vain erityisen ilahduttavaa kompakti koko.
Anna Parkkari & Markku Kulmala
My head is upside down below the water, my body is
squeezed into a sea-kayak, and after a few tries to upright it I feel that I am
fast running out of oxygen. It is time to pull the security handle of the spray
skirt and make a wet exit. I am a bit too eager to get air into my lungs and I
swallow enough water to make me cough.
But no, I am in no danger. Around me, in the pool
of the Pirkkola swimming hall, a dozen of other kayakers are training the
eskimo roll and other security exercises.
I had thought about learning it when I became a
member of the kayak club of Marjaniemi about six years ago. The admittance
procedure included a week-end in eastern Finland spent going down white-water
rivers in very short kayaks. It was early June, the water temperature was not
much above 10oC and I was regularly capsizing, having then to swim after my
kayak, empty it on the shore and go back into it, shaking with cold. Whilst
most of the others, experienced practitioners, were smoothly eskimo rolling if
they happened to be taken off-guard by a wave or whirlwind. It was therefore
very tempting to learn the same trick. But the training sessions organised by
the club, during winter Sunday evenings, were not convenient.
However, about a month ago, while I was surfing
internet, searching for a second-hand kayak, I came across a message by Marjaniemen
Melojat, indicating that two rescue training sessions would be organized during
the fall, on Saturday afternoons. Since this coincided with a period of renewed
interest for this sport, I put my name on the participants' list by e.mailing
to Monique Piquet, the person in charge of courses at the club.
I continued surfing internet where I found on
YouTube a short but well-made video clip, clearly showing the movements of the
body during an eskimo roll, in a double C-shaped motion. That is first
the positioning of the paddle perpendicularly to the kayak with one blade on
top of the hull and the other as close to the water surface as possible,
requiring the upper-body to form a sharp angle to the capsized kayak (the first
C shape), with the head nearly upright. And then to make a vigorous pull on the
active blade synchronised with a rocking of the hips to roll the kayak by 180
degrees but without moving the upper-body, therefore forming an opposite
C-curve, and lastly to lift the head out of the water before taking back a
I then started an intense mental training,
picturing the succession of movements in my head, a tricky exercise given the
starting position, upside down. But after a few days of repeated visualisation,
I felt ready and self-confident.
But on this Saturday October 22nd, floating next
to my kayak with my lifejacket uncomfortably up to my chin, I am not sure about
anything anymore. I start the rescue process with another participant, the two
kayaks in opposite direction, and after having relatively smoothly re-entered
the cockpit, I scoop the water out ... before making a new attempt. After
following the instructions and pulling vigorously the paddle, I can get my head
enough outside of the water to take a quick gulp of air, but I inexorably fall
back. And I try again and again until I have to pull the security handle and
start the whole process from scratch.
Monique who is luckily (for me!) having a flu and
not practicing today, comes to help. Under her supervision, I train along the
pool-side the double C-shaped motion and then continue with a flotation balloon
attached to the outer blade. It seems easy, until I try once more without
outside support, just to miserably fail again and again.
After an hour and a half of non-stop training, I
am exhausted and shivering with cold. I decide to take a break, lift the kayak
on the pool side and watch the others who effortlessly practice different kind
of complex exercises. It looks so simple, so easy. We are only three new-comers
and the two others do not seem to be more successful than I. Meagre comfort!
There is hardly half an hour left. I would happily
give up and go straight to the sauna to warm up. But it is not my style; I will
try until the very last minute. I therefore re-enter the cockpit, attach the
spray skirt around it, put on my swimming goggles and nose squeezer, and sit
there for a while, motionless. Until I finally regain enough will power to tip
And a miracle happens, I found myself suddenly
outside of the water in an upright position, quite surprised of what is
occurring to me. I scream out of joy, I did it, I have eskimo rolled, I am a
I could stop on this success, but I start to
doubt. Was it just luck? I therefore capsize again to clear the matter up. And
despite my numerous attempts until nearly suffocating, I find it impossible to
right the kayak up. I therefore have to shamefully exit, empty the water, go
back into the cockpit and re-install the spray skirt. There are only a few
minutes left and the others have started to come out of the pool. Ok, I won't
be able to pretend that I master the eskimo roll, but I have at least succeeded
once, it is already something.
But I however try a very last time... which
happens to be another success. Good! I calm down, take back my breath and try
again, only to achieve my third eskimo roll. Now I can reasonably pretend that
luck is no longer the explanation. I then follow the others to a heartening
sauna before bringing back the kayaks to the club's house. When I reach home,
quite late, I am hungry, exhausted, but beaming with joy. I am also very
thankful to Monique and the other volunteers of the kayak club who arrange such