A rock is a hard place
After yesterday’s down day, my mood had improved somewhat today, though not because the weather is any better.
I got up before sunrise with the wind still blowing hard, though not as violent as yesterday. By the time I was ready to start paddling, the wind had died and the water was calm. This was a teaser; one hour later it was blowing again at nearly full force.
I decided to stay on the water anyway and hug the coast very closely. This meant taking the longest route from point to point but that was still immeasurably better than sitting on a beach waiting for the weather to improve.
Soon after I had left, I was overtaken by a pod of dolphins in a playful mood, judging by the way they moved through the water. It was as though they were playing catch with each other. Continue reading