June 19, 2010

The storms that were supposed to light up our night thankfully never materialized. Our morning was quiet, calm and otherwise perfect. As we headed out, however, the winds picked up. It was not unexpected but as we realized our 4 mile per hour paddling pace was slowed 2... The paddle to Grand Marais just seemed longer and longer. Ultimately we called it a wind day after 6 miles and spent the rest of the day searching for rocks. A glad of wine and some chocolate again ended our day.