May 19, 2019
We had an early morning – 2:00 a.m. so that we could beat the winds, on the water by 4:00 a.m. It was a surreal paddle. The moon was nearly full and shone brightly on the water, by the end of our second morning stretch the sun was rising and it looked like candy. Bram made the comment on the first stretch that it felt like we were doing something illegal.
It must have been the gravity of the situation and our determination. By snack time there was a mutual feeling in all of us that we could get used to this. By lunch-time we had paddled over seven hours and were effectively wind-bound on a rock point before a large and exposed bay. We all ate our PB&J’s and took some rest on the sandy beach. We slept damn near four and a half hours before we cooked a delicious spaghetti Alfredo dinner. Best meal of the trip so far.
Around 7:00 p.m. we looked across the lake and realized that, although windy and wavy, we could paddle. So we did. The stretch took us about 1.5 hours. We ended up camping on a sandy peninsula where we were approached by the friendly couple that owned the land. They were generous and offered us their land to stay on and their cabin if we needed anything. Another 2:00 a.m. wake up tomorrow.
Trip’s tough, but I’m tougher.