Our third night on the Island was anything but peaceful. We had a gale blowing all night and rain pounding down on our tent. At one point Shane had to get up and cut the remaining ropes to one of the tarps as it was whipping and thrashing around. The West Coast is a spectacular place but it is also a place where you can feel quite vulnerable. That morning we all crawled out of bed with bloodshot eyes and a new respect for mother nature. The winds had calmed ...

This morning it is foggy, windy and kind of rainy. Not rain really.... more like a dense fog?! All I know is that this day is nothing like yesterday.But this is all part of the experience and all of us are pretty upbeat.... Especially when the fire is going and coffee is on. I have to tell you that, having reached our advanced age, it is really good to stay in bed and listen to the 'kids' stoking the fire and making coffee. What a blessing .... there ...

It feels so good to be here on the island just relaxing in the sun. For me the hardest part about kayaking is the preparation. Even with my lists written and items crossed off, I still worry that I have forgotten something.Once you take off in your kayak you are finally 'away'. What you have forgotten is forgotten.... and most of the time it is not needed. As long as you have food, survival supplies, shelter and medicine you can survive almost anything...