Fog After Work

Just a little after-work paddle. It had been foggy all day, and I'd been watching for a break. The fog came and went and I decided to go out, maybe hug the shore if the fog remained. Well, it cleared enough to navigate in a vague sort of way, and I guess I didn't feel like hugging the shore.


The sea was pleasantly bumpy as I went around Sand and John Islands and crossed over to George's Head. I half expect to see people camping on Steve's and the other obvious camping islands, but it's still quiet out there. I headed around Wreck, and pulled up on the beach.

I kind of hate to admit this, but in my spare moments, I like to pop our kayaking dvds into the player and watch a bit of kayak... well, maybe "porn" is too strong a word, but I'm watching other people do it, rather than myself. And now, sadly, as I paddle solo with nothing but the thoughts in my head and the drips from my paddle to keep cadence, another song emerges in my mind... I couldn't tell you what it is, but it's on the soundtrack to that kayak video. It's some obscure indie band, probably friends of the filmmaker, and it kind of annoys me that it pops into my head as though it were a natural paddling soundtrack.


The only other folks I came across out there were the people on the schooner, Isaac Evans, as I paddled past their anchorage near Camp Island. The rest of the way in... well. I love the fog.