The Waiting Game
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Gale force winds buffetted me as I walked to the Codroy Cafe and along the path next to the shore. Angry waves rolled against the shore, reminding me that I need to continue to play the waiting game.
I enjoyed another land day by contacting a few new friends I made while paddling "Round the Rock". It put a huge smile on my face. And though the journey is nearing completion, and I feel both the highs and lows of such a journey, the positive influence from family and newfound friends will help me reach Isle Aux Morts with a huge smile on my face!
At the Codroy Cafe, a cozy place about a kilometer's walk from my well anchored "Moss Starlet" tent, I unexpectedly met Susy from the ketch "Fortune of Boston". She's such a hoot. We can't stop gabbing and giggling like teenaged girls with our animated conversations of present and past adventures and misadventures.
We walked in the gale force wind to the Cape Anguille lighthouse, my loose, shoulder length hair flailing madly, enjoying the rural setting with sheep, goats, horses, and a mule. It felt wild to be so exposed to the roaring wind, but I felt safe to be on land, waiting yet again patiently for my chance to paddle to the finish.
I enjoyed another land day by contacting a few new friends I made while paddling "Round the Rock". It put a huge smile on my face. And though the journey is nearing completion, and I feel both the highs and lows of such a journey, the positive influence from family and newfound friends will help me reach Isle Aux Morts with a huge smile on my face!
At the Codroy Cafe, a cozy place about a kilometer's walk from my well anchored "Moss Starlet" tent, I unexpectedly met Susy from the ketch "Fortune of Boston". She's such a hoot. We can't stop gabbing and giggling like teenaged girls with our animated conversations of present and past adventures and misadventures.
We walked in the gale force wind to the Cape Anguille lighthouse, my loose, shoulder length hair flailing madly, enjoying the rural setting with sheep, goats, horses, and a mule. It felt wild to be so exposed to the roaring wind, but I felt safe to be on land, waiting yet again patiently for my chance to paddle to the finish.
4 Comments:
Hey, Wendy. Been following your voyage as much as possible in camp in northern Labrador. Had thought about paddling with you on the NE coast if the timing worked but didn't. As for waiting for the weather, we haven't seen the sun in about a week, fog down, enough rain, supplies running short. So be patient with the winds. You'll get a day. Seeing as you're near the end you should try to end on some really nice days, leisurely paddling along, looking at everything. You don't know when you'll be back to some of those areas and whilst you had to move it for much of the journey, maybe you should relax and take the last of it at a slower pace, stretch it out, find the right days, imprint as much of the land and sea on your mind as possible. If that hasn't been forced on you already :)
Wendy, I hope you get some great weather for that last leg. I've really enjoyed following your trip and really appreciate your letting us share a bit in the adventure. I was thinking the other night how it hadn't seemed to take very long, then looked at the blog and realized you've been paddling for 3 1/2 months, often in some tough conditions. My hat is off to you for your perseverance and dedication to your goal. Best of luck for the rest of the trip.
I think Paul said what I would have said Wendy! You go girl!
Hi Wendy,
It has been a delight to paddle with you in spirit, if not in body. I look forward to checking on your progress each day and sharing in your adventure. You must have mixed feelings now that it is almost over. I hope you have good weather and enjoyable paddling for the last few days of your trip.
Dan
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