That's me, happy kayaker, among friends and kelp. Nice photo John.
Lisa Marie noses into the bufadora.
Calm day at "Surging T" cave near Potato Harbor.
Amazing cliffs on the east end.
The fog rolls in.
Paddling east from Scorpion Anchorage.
Sunset from the cliffs above Potato Harbor.
This beautiful island shows signs of a hot dry summer. The grasses that were brilliant green in spring are now tinder dry brown, none too soft to sleep on, but fragrant. Our fleet of colorful kayaks stood out like Easter eggs against the grey palette of muted ocean and sky under the cloud cover that never left us, but kindly held off raining on us till the very last hours of our visit. The endemic foxes stole our hearts but not our food, and the spotted skunks tickled our ankles but kept their perfume bottled up for the most part. Our luck was with us on the water, as the swells were strong enough to keep things interesting in the caves, but mild enough to allow us access to everything! We truly felt we were out beyond the edge of a continent; leaving people and politics far behind.
