
I have come full circle, ending exactly where I started at the public dock in Isle Aux Morts. I have absorbed the essence of Newfoundland now for 3 1/2 months, both on the sea and on land. It is an unforgettable experience, too vast to summarize briefly here, a journey that started on May 5, 2006 and ended August 16, 2006.
I found my car parked where I left it, well cared for, ocassionally driven to keep it working ok. Thanks to Russell and Blanche Lillington from Isle Aux Morts.
Last night, I bedded down in my tent in a storm, high wind, sheets of rain, and flickers of lightning, the rumbles drowned by the roaring surf only 20 meters distant. But when I awoke, there was a hushed calm. The day dawned glorious and unexpectedly. I had psyched myself up for a Thursday paddle.
I paddled with a purpose, the finish line. I could savour the end, but I'm feeling tired. The journey has been demanding, but I have met the challenges. I learned how strong I am, not just physically, but mentally and also emotionally. I realize that I was brave on many ocassions and that I was creative, spontaneous and adaptable. I was focussed and persistent and tried to see the positive in all that happened.
Today, I started in calm water with a gentle southwesterly swell. I paddled away from the Colliers in Codroy in warm sunshine and barely a breeze whispering. Soon, following Stormy Point, where shoals extend quite a distance out, a fog enveloped me, but not a suffocating fog. By Cape Ray, the fog had dissipated, and I approached the final cape in sunshine and light southwesterly breezes. At this cape, the Gulf Stream and the Labrador Current meet. I enjoyed large swells but rounded the cape easily. Approaching Pointe Enragee, sand beaches stretched over 8 km in length.

I was on huge swells. I stayed well clear of the crashing surf, but at one point, quite unexpectedly, I stared horrified at a 4 meter rogue swell that steepened into a wave that towered directly overhead, looking as though it was going to whitecap and bulldoze me. Thankfully, it rolled beneath me lifting me like I was on a rollercoaster.
I paddled well sheltered at Port Aux Basques, watching people along the channel enjoy the summer weather.
When I approached Isle Aux Morts, I actually did slow down briefly, and ate a juicy Granny apple, the tart flavour swishing through my mouth as a light tailwind blew me towards the dock. The end was literally in sight. As I arrived at the dock, I attracted a half dozen male onlookers. Of course I put them to work;-) toting my gear to my car and lifting my kayak onto the roofrack. I'd paddled 60 km in about 9.5 hours.
I'm now resting for a couple of days at Lillington's house keeping units in Isle Aux Morts, the same place I was in on the first day of the journey, a cool, windy, foggy day back in early May.
After some thought and reflection, I'll continue to post.
I do wish to sincerely thank all my supporters and blog readers who sent words of praise and encouragement. Thank you also to Kokatat for sponsoring me with my expedition Gore-Tex drysuit. The weather was varied and the suit was invaluable. Thank you also to Wenonah-Current Designs for also sponsoring me with a few useful accessories.