Voyage #6 -- Fay Bainbridge to Manitou Beach

It was a bit cloudy and kind of cold, but we think we discovered the key to a great outing...NO wind!

And maybe spotting this gorgeous creature watching over the beach helped a little.

We disembarked from Fay Bainbridge State Park with just a glimmer of sun on the water. It later disappeared behind the clouds.

Look mom, I'm really close to the shore, don't worry so much!

The water was incredibly calm. If we sat still for a minute, it was like being surrounded by a mirror.

No other boats were out except this huge cruise liner, way over across the Sound. Even the waves from it's passing were gentle and rolling.

I love this picture of Brooke. Pure calm. Peace. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out. Bliss!

This lovely home sits right past Fay Bainbridge. It fits in nicely with it's surroundings, don't you think?

Unlike this house...which looks like it should be somewhere in England surrounded by a huge lawn, some fountains, and a tree-lined drive.

As we passed this spot, near our destination, I thought about the mudslide that killed a Bainbridge family on Kylie's birthday thirteen years ago (at first I thought it was the day she was born, but then I looked up the story and it happened on January 19, 1997). I'm pretty sure this picture is where it happened. The wall you can see behind the three bottom houses on the right was added after the slide to help shore up the cliff. Very sobering.

On a lighter note, I managed to get out of my kayak without getting totally soaked like I have recently. This picture is from last week, when I got out of the boat, then gracefully tipped over and plopped into the water! Wearing rainpants and boots didn't do much to keep me dry.

The key this time was to have Brooke pull my boat onto shore while I was still in it. Thanks, Brooke! We timed our outing well this week. A storm blew in last night and it's supposed to rain for the next ten days. Hopefully it will let up enough for us to finish up the north end of the Island next week.