Sunday, July 5th 2020
Paddling out from shore to open water, the wind pushed foam-topped waves over my deck. The wind picked up as I got further away from the shallows, and as I rounded the first rocky outcrop, I lost all shelter from the west wind which will accompany me most of the summer. Shifting between stabilising in waves with the paddle and pushing forward, I slowly made my way towards the inlet that was my destination for the day.
I launched the trawl after half an hour, this time trawling a couple meters behind the kayak on a long rope to eliminate issues with drag and to simplify my setup. The current kept the trawl to the side of kayak and out of its wake. I sailed past a large fishing area indicated with buoys, and reached my waypoint: the tip of an isthmus, directly opposite the northern edge of the inlet I was aiming for. The stretch around the rocks into the inlet began with perfect shelter from the wind for a few hundred meters, and a gorgeous view of a tree-covered cliffside. I stopped paddling for a few minutes to listen to the birds and soak in the early evening sun before braving the wind again.
Paddling across the small inlet and finding the camp spot along the shore took the better part of an hour, and once I had the kayak safely on the sand, I realised I had not, indeed, found my camp spot. I went on a recon mission in the area to scope out where the alleged camp spot was, looking for a firepit as an indicator, as I had read should be there when I researched my route. Nothing. A while and some googling later I found the camp spot, a circle of mowed lawn nicely surrounded by tall reeds and only a few meters from the beach - five hundred meters away from where I had landed my kayak. Cold and wet as I was, I did not want to get into the boat and paddle over there, but instead got the idea to tie my trawl rope to the kayak and walk next to the water while floating it behind me.
This is a perfect example of something that seems like a great idea, but turns out… not to be. I did succeed in my endeavour, but not before I had waded through reeds and almost lost hold of the rope as the kayak floated away from me. In hindsight, I should have just paddled that short distance instead of insisting to stay on land. The more you know.
I set up camp and put the net from my trawl in a sample bag, and sat down to boil some water for dinner. As I sat outside my tent wrapped in my sleeping bag and watched the moon rise, the wind died off, and the quiet settled in around me. Slight breezes through the reeds punctuated my dinner and the glass of wine I had brought to enjoy on my first night camping from my kayak.