Inside Joe's house, sorry it's so dark.
Evan McDonald joined us as we got to packing our boats and we finally got a late start, but it wasn't raining!
A passerby took this picture of us as we headed out, across Copper Harbort and straight into a dense fog bank that hid the entire east end of the harbor, including the light house.. We followed Evan's compass reading. We were three kayaks: Erika and Steve iin a tandem so that Steve could take photos, Evan in his single, and we in our tandem.
The fog was intense for most of the way to Horseshoe Harbor where the sun burst through.
(An aside here: I'm not a very good photographer and getting pics from my little waterproof camera to the ipad has proven not easy. Moreover we had a world-class photographer along with us. Steve has some shots that I think he'll share and so do others. I'll get them on here later.)
Our next stop was right before turning the corner at the point, near a cabin belonging to a friend of Steve's. There we had lunch.
One thing about the tip of the Keweenaw is that it isn't really a tip. It's more like a very blunt finger; meaning that the confused waves that happen at the end of the peninsula lasted for about a mile. They weren't too bad although mostly from the east, the exact opposite that we were expecting, having tuned in to NOAA.
So then we headed back west, past High Rock, looking for Keystone Bay, our next stop, rolling along on some glassy swells. That's Keystone, below.
Erika was telling us about the Keweenaw Fault and we could see places where the basalt met the sandstone. Once we reached the lovely Keystone Beach we had to decide whether to camp or go on. It was 4:00pm and we had seven or eight miles to go to Gina's and we were tired. BUT conditions looked good, we figured we had plenty of sunlight. Back into the boats we climbed.
Now is where things started to get dicey. I found that I had phone signal with my little tracfone so I called Gina Nicholas to tell her we were on our way to her place but realizing that the landing might be sketchy there. Gina was sitting on the tarmac at Chicago O''hare trying to get home, and so we were having a time of it trying to figure out where we were gonna take out,, when the wind hit us suddenly out of the west--a good stiff headwind. Moreover the setting sun was right in our eyes and we didn't know exacttly where Giina's landing was.
We passed under Bare Bluff, another artifact of the Keweenaw Fault, and were paddling to beat the band, peering along the shore where finally we spotted her, a figure standing in the water among the boulders beckoning us in. What a relief!
Well it was 9pm before we enjoyed the delicious supper that Bonnie Hay had prepared for us including a killer quinoa/millet tabouli, fresh green beans and roasted chicken. And wine! And fresh soft beds! Yeay!
Here's the thimbleberries in front of Gina's house.
Sorry this blog is too long. I'll try to keep it shorter next time. It's just such an adventure that I just can't help but think that you all want to know about EVERY single moment.
The first day was the longest at around 22 miles. We're hoping for shorter days from now on.
Onward!
