Woke to the rising sun beaming onto the tent. I opened the fly to its rays cast across the canoe. The cliffs we had missed spotting in our exhausted state the night before now glowed with the new morning light. A few distant clouds and a brief rain shower before the sky cleared.
We chatted with an older gentleman as he walked by. As we got gear all ready. Chris showed up to shoot some video footage for us. Loading and interviewing us before we headed out to meet him at the train bridge. A few takes of us going under both bridges and we headed off.
A perfect morning, not a breath of wind, good temperature. As we soaked in the scenery we realized we were being stalked. Chris was hiding in the bushes up cliffs, down rocks, to get the shot.
Coming upon a park we meet up for lunch and watch the fishermen catching salmon.
We say our goodbyes and are on our way into the next treacherous area.
As we head out the wind begins to build and build and build. We laugh and work hard. Riding the big rolls that scope us from behind, paddling by the 100 or so fishermen tucked in the cove seeking shelter from the swells and wind their jaws on the ground.
Soon though, things change and squalls begin to blow from the side. Spraying the white topped crests of each wave. The boat is tossed about and sunglasses are lost and we fight to paddle back into some sort of shelter.
We pull into the closest kind of beach and stand holding the canoe out from the rocks. We look at each other, what should we do?
We try to walk the boat along the shore, but only make it a few steps before it drops off. We decide we can’t stay.
Hoping in the boat we paddle hard around the point, tucking in right away. It’s no beach. Bush, floating logs and a steep incline, but if we don’t stop here, it’s a long straight rock way to any possible campsite.
I climb up and find there is a lake and flat spots to camp. We haul essentials from the boat and stash the rest and the canoe into the bushes.
It’s a sketchy hike up, over the tracks and highway to the lake. Done twice for the gear.
We are both shaken and don’t say much as we munch on our peanut butter stuffed pretzels.
Camp is up and we curl in for the night.
Wind blows continuously throughout the night. Restless sleep.
Goodnight Neverland
Xxo
Paddled 27.5kms
We chatted with an older gentleman as he walked by. As we got gear all ready. Chris showed up to shoot some video footage for us. Loading and interviewing us before we headed out to meet him at the train bridge. A few takes of us going under both bridges and we headed off.
A perfect morning, not a breath of wind, good temperature. As we soaked in the scenery we realized we were being stalked. Chris was hiding in the bushes up cliffs, down rocks, to get the shot.
Coming upon a park we meet up for lunch and watch the fishermen catching salmon.
We say our goodbyes and are on our way into the next treacherous area.
As we head out the wind begins to build and build and build. We laugh and work hard. Riding the big rolls that scope us from behind, paddling by the 100 or so fishermen tucked in the cove seeking shelter from the swells and wind their jaws on the ground.
Soon though, things change and squalls begin to blow from the side. Spraying the white topped crests of each wave. The boat is tossed about and sunglasses are lost and we fight to paddle back into some sort of shelter.
We pull into the closest kind of beach and stand holding the canoe out from the rocks. We look at each other, what should we do?
We try to walk the boat along the shore, but only make it a few steps before it drops off. We decide we can’t stay.
Hoping in the boat we paddle hard around the point, tucking in right away. It’s no beach. Bush, floating logs and a steep incline, but if we don’t stop here, it’s a long straight rock way to any possible campsite.
I climb up and find there is a lake and flat spots to camp. We haul essentials from the boat and stash the rest and the canoe into the bushes.
It’s a sketchy hike up, over the tracks and highway to the lake. Done twice for the gear.
We are both shaken and don’t say much as we munch on our peanut butter stuffed pretzels.
Camp is up and we curl in for the night.
Wind blows continuously throughout the night. Restless sleep.
Goodnight Neverland
Xxo
Paddled 27.5kms
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