By the time we headed back to Stonington, the wind had picked up considerably and the passage across Merchant's Row was a long slog straight into the wind and waves. It's always a little surreal walking down Main Street in my salt-encrusted drysuit after something like that. In town you hardly notice the wind and the sun feels warm. People say, "it must be a beautiful day for a paddle" which it is, but probably not quite what they're thinking.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Kimball Island
I'm feeling this one- Kimball Island, just west of Isle au Haut. We had a liesurely start this morning after breakfast at the Harbor Cafe. I was a little worried about how those blueberry pancakes would feel sitting in my stomach, but by the time we were heading back, those calories were long-gone. We paddled out to Kimball in a light breeze that grew into a steady north wind. Kimball Head has a dramatic feel: steep rocks rising from the water, wind-stunted evergreens, big enough waves to keep me from taking pictures, and a view south to the open ocean.
By the time we headed back to Stonington, the wind had picked up considerably and the passage across Merchant's Row was a long slog straight into the wind and waves. It's always a little surreal walking down Main Street in my salt-encrusted drysuit after something like that. In town you hardly notice the wind and the sun feels warm. People say, "it must be a beautiful day for a paddle" which it is, but probably not quite what they're thinking.
By the time we headed back to Stonington, the wind had picked up considerably and the passage across Merchant's Row was a long slog straight into the wind and waves. It's always a little surreal walking down Main Street in my salt-encrusted drysuit after something like that. In town you hardly notice the wind and the sun feels warm. People say, "it must be a beautiful day for a paddle" which it is, but probably not quite what they're thinking.
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