It rained during the night. As I listened to it bouncing off my tent I hoped for some sun the next day so things could dry out, or at least warmer temperatures. Breaking camp was routine now - breakfast, clean up dishes, take down tents, pack up the kayaks...
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| Hazen |
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| Tony and Hazen |
... and then crossed over to the Trump Islands, following the northern side of the islands.
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| Brian and Neville |
Before we reached the end of North Trump Island we pulled up on a little beach for a rest. We decided we would cross to the community of Tizzard's Harbour but changed the plan as we rounded the end of the island. We instead pointed our bows toward Tizzard's Harbour Head and the Toadasses...
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| The Toadasses (where do the names comes from I wonder?) |
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| Neville |
The original plan had been to camp in Wild Bight but we were ahead of schedule and so we kept on paddling. The wind was coming in from the northeast and sea state made paddling around Baker Point more interesting. We pulled up onto Beach Cove to scout for a camp site and decided it would do. We then decided we would paddle into Morton's Harbour for a look and come back for the night, but would look for other spots to camp along the way. Just past Beachy Cove there was Roses Harbour and we went in there to look. it was a much better location for camping, very well protected.
We continued on to Morton's Harbour. When we arrived there a couple of the guys knocked on the door of someone's house to see if they could get some water. The lady was quite obliging but seemed to me to be a little bewildered to have these five oddly dressed characters standing on her porch. We asked her name... I think it was Lou Anne...
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| The face of hospitality |
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| Looking out of Morton's Harbour |
When we left the protection of Morton's Harbour we had to paddle into an increased wind and sea state to get back to Roses Harbour. It was only over a kilometre in distance but you had to watch the waves and pay attention. At one point I took a quick look over my shoulder to see if all hands were okay and a wave caused me to have to brace a little aggressively. With loaded kayaks this was not the place or time to have to see if the roll was still working or to end up out of the kayak forcing the others to come to your rescue; a rescue in these waves would take much longer than one or two minutes!!! I wanted to take a couple pics but thought better of it...
When we pulled into Roses Harbour we were well protected...
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| The view looking out |
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| Hazen |
The other guys had gone off up through the trees looking for cell phone reception and I was on the beach by myself. I started gathering up a bit of firewood for the evening fire. Hazen showed up before too long and so we sat down on the beach and shared a drink of rum and had a little chat...
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| That rum a little too strong for you, Hazen? |
When the guys came back they had good news and not so good news. Tony's daughter had had a baby and Tony was a brand new Grandfather. Then they told us the wind was forecasted to pick up the next day from the east. We hatched the plan. We would pack the kayaks as much as possible the night before, get up at 4:30 am, finish packing in the remaining gear, and get on the water early. Once we were around Western Head we would be in the lee of the east winds and could take our time and find somewhere to have breakfast.
The evening campfire...
We all turned in earlier then usual due to the impending early rise....
(See Tony's blog entry on Day Four)
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