|That's me on the left and Orcas right at the front of my kayak|
We commandeered the only campsite left (the smug kayak Meetup group who made it pretty clear that they were faster/better/more badass than us were relegated to small space near the camp's woodpile. Suckers.) and I quickly regretted thinking that my sleeping pad was too bulky for my boat's storage space. (If I've learned one thing about kayaks from this trip it's that the trunk space is beyond spacious. A sleeping pad fits. Extra food fits. A full Coleman stove would fit and a team of immigrants to man breakfast would fit).
|Turning in for the night at Jarrel Cove|