My next kayak

I’m developing the short list for my next boat. Think Evo 2, Epic (gasp) V8 Pro, Stellar SEL and Nelo 550. What else belongs in the consideration mix?

Let me know if you are interested in buying my: Phoenix Mini Slipper, Prijon Interceptor, Wenonah Orion, Phoenix Match II or, possibly even my Cobra Viper.

I need to free-up some cash.

The Thunderbolt-X now becomes my winter trainer, which is weird because not too many years ago I bought a winter trainer as an alternative to her.

A vintage downriver racer, HiPP Mithril / Prijon Interceptor (?)



A vintage, barn-found, downriver racing kayak will be heading to Central Virginia tomorrow from its roots in New England, (found outside of Hudson, MA.)

If anyone knows anything about the history of Mithril Kayaks, Hingham, MA  please let me know.

The “Prijon Design” sticker is still clearly visible after all these years.

She looks fast.

== Update 8/12/17==

I got her home late last night and got her out on the water today after cleaning her up a bit.

The kayak is still in amazingly good shape for how old it is.  The deck is still pliable, the hull solid, and the seams are very well done.

From what research I’ve done and information I’ve been able to find, it appears as though this boat was a  Tony Prijon design for Mithril Kayaks back in the 1970’s.  Some have suggested it is a model called the Prijon Interceptor from a company named Hyperform (hence the “HiPP”,) but I have no idea.   Somebody on says he thinks, ” ‘Hyper Craft’ was a parent company for High Performance Plastics (HPP?) who built both Prijon and Lettmann designs under license?  HPP morphed into Hyperform in the late 70s.”

It is very obviously a downriver racer but has a “stubby” stern.  One person described these boats as constructed of “durable fiberglass reinforced plastic,” which seems accurate to me.  The boat is not just fiberglass, for sure.

It is of very similar design to my Phoenix Match II and paddles much the same also.

I would love for anyone who knows the history of the boat or the company to contact me.

I have a weird fondness for these old-school boats and have now added a bit more kayak history to my collection.

== Update 8/17/17 ==

One of my kayaking connections in New Zealand (whom I consider an expert) has verified this is a Prijon Interceptor and says it is “the grand daddy of the multisport boats.”

I think I might have overpaid a bit, but am comforted knowing I now own a classic.

Cville to Bville: The Cumberland River Challenge 2016

Yesterday I made my way to Barbourville, KY for the 3rd annual Cumberland River Challenge.  It was my first time ever on the Cumberland River and I did not have much of a guess as to exactly what the river would be like or what the skill level of paddlers would be.

Prior to leaving home, it didn’t take me more than about 2 seconds worth of thought to decide which boat I would take, because it seemed obvious to me the Phoenix Match II ought to go back home to her Kentucky roots and race on her home river.

I arrived in the town of Barbourville a little after 8am which was about an hour before assembly time and nobody was at the registration spot so I quickly walked down the boat ramp at the finish line to see what the river was like, saw that it was very low, and then wandered back into town and grabbed a cup of coffee at the only cafe I could find open, The Oven Mitt.  I walked in and immediately was met by a horse saddle as part of the decor along with a table lamp affixed to the ceiling by its base.  CMT videos were  playing on the screen behind the breakfast counter.

My kind of place.

I slurped down a cup of coffee and then set out to explore the town a bit.

Barbourville is a quaint, small town with a true town square with the county courthouse right in the center of the square.

As I snapped a few pictures while the morning fog was clearing, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Duke boys were about to come buzzing into town and zip around the town square while being chased by Sheriff Roscoe.  (Note: Barbourville, please don’t yell at me.  Yes, I know you are not Hazard.)

Alas, the morning was to remain silent for a while and the only racing around town that day was to be on the river.

Knox County Courthouse, town square, Barbourville, KY

As 9am neared, I made my way back to the assembly area and to my surprise, quite a few people were there by then.  I checked in, unloaded my boat, and began chatting with some of my fellow racers, asking them about the river, obstacles, etc.

I prepared my gear and had both my Fenn 1 and Fenn 3 wing paddles in my car and decided to use my Fenn 1 simply because it is more beat-up.  I did not wish to bang up my newer, better Fenn 3 flat water paddle.

The Fenn 3 would have been my preference because of its smaller blade surface area, but in the interest of preserving my gear, my arms and shoulders would have to pay the price for paddling larger blades for 15 miles.  I knew that was a lot of miles to be scooping water using the larger blades.

Paddlers were given a safety briefing and then all the boats were loaded onto boat trailers (one of which was actually a cattle trailer) and then all paddlers loaded into a few shuttle vans that were waiting for us and we all caravanned up to the starting line outside town in a small community named Four Mile.

Just the fact that paddlers could all leave their vehicles at the finish line and be shuttled to the starting line with their boats and gear was a huge positive and already made this event one of the better organized and managed races I’ve experienced.

We put in the water for a shotgun start at ~11am, the race official gave us warnings at 5 minutes, 3 minutes and then 1 minute to go, gave us a countdown from 10 seconds, and then we were off.

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I started several boats back at the start and had to deal with quite a few waves from other paddlers. If you recall, this sent me across a river sideways once in this boat at the start of a race, a fact that I was well aware of, so I was determined not to let that happen again.

I kept control of the boat and kept it pointed downriver to soon realize there were three or four paddlers who jumped out to a strong start and had a bit of a lead on everyone else.

It took me a little while to catch up to them.  As I caught up, I commented how I thought they got off to a very fast start for a 15 mile race.  Andy, the son of one of them and a strong paddler in his own right (paddling a Pyranha Speeder) shot back, “they do that every year.”  I was able to eventually pass the leaders and I think it took about 4 or 5 miles before I was able to put some distance on the #2 paddler.  He was a strong paddler so I tried to keep tabs on him over my shoulder.

The water was very low and the day grew very hot.

My GPS did not get good signal during parts of the race, but on the plus side that meant there was a fair amount of shade for the first half of the race, being so deep in a hollow.

I tried to paddle my best wing paddle stroke during the deep, flat water portions but those were few and far between which meant the flat water was mostly shallow so I had to take shallow strokes with a low angle using only 1/2 – 3/4 of my paddle blades, defeating the purpose of a wing paddle.  But in retrospect, that helped me reduce some strain on my shoulders from using the larger blades, which I was a little worried about.

Paddling can be funny.

No matter how much planning you do and despite making the best pre-race decisions you think you can, the river always throws something unexpected at you and you have to adjust.  Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn’t.

Several times when I did try to really dig in at a high angle, my paddle blade struck rocks or logs or tires that were shallowly submerged in the muddy water and once or twice that alone almost capsized me.

It was a very low water day on a mostly flat water course.  There were, however, several sections of small rapids and small ledges for which there was no clear line anywhere.  I bumped and scraped on many of them and a few times had to use my hands to push myself along off the rocks.

This section of the Cumberland reminded me a great deal of my home river, the Rivanna, with one major difference.

Discarded auto tires.

I have never seen so many tires in and near a river than I did on the Cumberland yesterday.  Apart from that, the scenery was beautiful.

I managed to maintain my lead across the finish line and was informed my time was 2 hours and 30 minutes for the 15-mile race, good enough for an overall win and a new race record.

The top three: Brady Taylor, me, and Kris Davis.  2, 1,3

There was a refreshment tent with great BBQ and side dishes at the finish line, a portable sink with soap to wash hands, iced beverages and great fellowship with race organizers and fellow paddlers.  In fact, these were some of the friendliest people I’ve ever met and if I make it back to the race, it will be largely because of them.  They were extremely friendly and welcoming and they run a very well organized event with excellent volunteers.

dscf2233A few of the top paddlers who I feel are new friends.  The younger gentleman, Andy, in the photo could be a world class paddler one day if he puts his mind to it.

dscf2227Several of the top boats after the race

After the picnic and obligatory exchange of race stories, there was a small awards ceremony in which I got to shake hands with David Thompson, the mayor of Barbourville, twice, as I received not only one but two awards, which was nice and unexpected.

With mayor David Thompson

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The awards with other swag courtesy of Barbourville Tourism

I loaded my gear and began my long drive home, and was treated to some of the most beautiful scenery in the country in Southeastern Kentucky and  Northeastern Tennessee.

I had a great time but learned a few things.

1) 15 miles is at the upper limit of comfort tolerance in the Match II.  My legs, lower back, and butt are feeling it today.
2) Great paddlers can be found just about anywhere, not just near big water.  I enjoyed meeting some new ones and exchanging tips, strategies, and ideas.
3) Don’t make a long drive with wet, muddy water shoes in the car on a hot day.

In only its third year, the Cumberland River Challenge is very well organized for its age.  I encourage you to make the effort to get there next year.

It is a little-known gem.

Water levels at race time: 1.72 ft, 150cfs @ Barbourville

Race start video with a slideshow of my still pictures

My entire, long, boring race video

Some local news coverage from The Mountain Advocate.

Enter: The Phoenix Match II kayak

One month after the Camp Kum-ba-yah race I found myself on vacation, visiting family in Erie, PA.

I checked out the local kayak rental places to see how much it would cost to rent a kayak for the week, and quickly realized it was very expensive.

So off to Craigslist I went.

In a cosmic event of unbelievable timing, I found an ad for a downriver racing kayak for sale.

I went to see it and shortly thereafter it was mine.

I didn’t know exactly what it was, but I could tell it was a very fast design and it looked like it was constructed of fiberglass.

It turned out to be a Phoenix Match II downriver racing kayak constructed of fiberglass and Nylon and one of the best investments I ever made.

After I realized what I had, I decided to restore her to the level she deserved.