Pat's Paddle

An overhead view of Pat's Paddle on Howe Sound and over to Preston Island.

I thought Pat was about to give up around point J, but she was just taking a short rest, what a trooper!!

A trip to Preston

Preston Island that is.

Around Preston Island we saw seals, a new family of grebes (at least a half-dozen babies, are they called goslings, greblings or what?) and over above Keats Island (in the background in picture) about a dozen bald eagles soaring (probably off looking for little crunchy grebeletttes).

A great paddle, Pat did very well, a lot different than a normal trip to Preston.

Arm Straight Butterworth!!

Here Pat is approaching the gap, showing that she cannot keep that upper paddle arm straight despite me being a rude sergeant major behind her, it seems that she always responds better to her maiden name, however in this case, that upper arm insisted on operating like a broken chicken wing.

Friday paddle

It was great for Karen's mum to come out with us in an OC6 on Friday, weather was good and we managed to go out of the gap, over to Preston Island (and around it) which was about a six kilometer paddle, here we are at the compound prior to Pat's indoctrination as a paddler.

Momma Piglet

Thursday, top of Soames Hill.

Now, the local nickname for Soames Hill is "The Knob" and It's quite a big one.

I never quite thought that I would see my mother in law sitting on top of one.

Goslings

Nature is a sad thing at times, but today, a fresh batch of goslings appeared down at the marina. We have seen batches reduce as times go by, crunchy little snacks for local bald eagles no doubt.