Well survived all the previous evening hospitality got up early for a nice breakfast of bacon, eggs and bagels I had brought from the Georgetown Bakery in ST. John’s. If you haven’t tried them you really must. At anyrate it was time to unload and that can be an adventure in itself when kayaking with so many people and so much gear.
Like ants invading on a picnic we arrived at our put-in and the activity escalated like crazy.
Sean and I were just a bit earlier and so if I wasn’t taken this shot I could have helped him down with his boat.
I think this was called Sandy Cove or Sandy Beach and I have absolutely no reason why?
Jim Price and Julie Bettny doing the smart thing and helping each other down to the water. There was a flight of stairs to navigate amongst all the participants vying for the same entrance to the beach.
Brian Duffet making good headway for the water.
Some were going out and some were coming in.
So close yet so far away…….
In Newfoundland it is easy to paddle near white picked fences. You just know you are never too far away from the warmth and hospitality of the area.
Whale bone entrance exuding the whale of a time to be had.
Still making our way. There were lots to get to the beach head.
Grassy knolls and weathered logs along the trail to the beach just seemed as fitting as helmets for rock hopping. Oh that is later this afternoon.
Finishing touches to gear.
Who is that masked crusader?????
HAzen where’s your boat man??
Hey Dave. Dave was our instructor for today. Lookin’ ‘cool’ !
Well almost ready for the water. MAn I’m getting dry!