fourth day dawned fair and calm. It looked to be a splendid paddling
day. As usual, my aims were unambitious - to paddle the immediate group
of islands, and to head out toward the mouth of the harbor while
conditions were good to have a look at the islands out that way (gold
The paddling was sublime, gliding across water silvery as mercury.
is some of my favorite paddling, such glorious conditions. Of course,
the requisite elusive porpoises showed up on the scene, making fun of
my inability to catch them in a photo:
been a little concerned about my water supply holding out. As I paddled
along, a full sealed bottle of water floated with a bump against my boat. Problem solved!
Eventually I tired of sublime paddling and headed back for a break. It was full high tide. Compare this to almost full ebb here:
how much water comes and goes in 6 hours. Astonishing how much the view
changes. Astonishing the current it takes to move all that water.
I took off for a hike around this island's perimeter trail. Came upon this interesting location:
Fortunately it had not actually been used.
Lots of birds were at the weir - looked like they were taking advantage of the day's catch to help themselves.
Around on the outer side of the island the cliffs rose higher, affording sweeping views.
passed the day idly lolling in the sun, washed my hair, did some laundry, vacationed grandly. When else
would I have the time to spend an hour looking at the colors of the
rocks on the beach? When else could I sit on a cliff and listen and
watch the world's constant shifting below me and above me, for as long as I wished?
Eventually evening came, and with it lowering clouds and the threat of rain. I headed for the tent.
Before long, the rain started.
thought it would end in an hour or so, but no, it kept up until well
after dark. Why had I not set up the tarp over the cooking area? I had
no dry place to make dinner. I rummaged through the bag of meals and
came up with Trader Joe's Spice Chickpeas with Cumin and Ginger. It was
precooked, just needed heating. Aw heck, I tore it open and ate it cold
out of the pouch.
this didn't bother me too much. Why am I smiling? Because good friend
Lorrie loaned me her Exped sleeping pad for this trip. I'd always used
a thermorest self-inflating pad. As the years have passed, my old bones
have begun to protest these camping nights. I would awaken achey and
stiff. Not so with the Exped. I have never slept better in a tent.
Awesome comfort. Lorrie, you are a saint.
I read my book and drifted off to the sound of rain on the tent fly. Next day, moving camp to the next island.