I hadn't paddled since Tuesday, and it felt like too long. The week had been crazy busy with with work, the town swamped with visitors, and when I looked out at the harbor and the islands, the sea hardly seemed like the place to get away from it all. This morning though, I met Peter and Barbara at the launch. "Looks like rain," Peter said.
I had an easy answer: "It will weed-out the riff-raff."
And it did. We saw no other kayakers as we went out to Enchanted Island, only the occasionaly sailboat or lobster boat involved in dubious Sunday morning activities.
After awhile, Peter became weary of my picture-taking and decided to hide on the other side of his boat.