Camp, Sunday, Day 3

They say the wind whipped up during the night, but I had slept soundly through it. Things had, however, clearly changed by Sunday morning. The sky was over cast, and the temperature was down by at least 15 degrees. We had some breakfast, broke camp and paused for the obligatory group shots.

Then we headed SE to the other side of the peninsula where a north wind was making things interesting.

We had ourselves a fine paddle while Doug captured most of what went on:He even captured a rare edition photo of your's truly:

Tomorrow, a rap up.

Paddle safe...

DS