On a recent kayak trip we set up camp on the western side of the island so we could watch the sun set. There had been a little wind in the evening when we arrived, but not so much that we could not start a fire. In the middle of the night however, a thunderstorm struck. The wind intensified, and Derek (pictured in yesterday's post) made a mad dash to the beach to make sure the boats were far enough on land that we would not loose them to the storm. The lightning subsided at around 3:30 or so (it is amazing having a 3am lightning storm as the sun is coming up). The wind never stopped, so strong that it threatened to blow my tent over with me in it. Although we were all awake by 8, none of us ventured out of our tents until 10. Each of us imagining the cold, dreary, windy, rainy day of paddling that lay ahead.
Eventually, nature called, and I had to venture out into the storm. I had pitched my tent in the forest, so had not noticed, but the sun was actually peaking through the clouds. I decided to follow the sun light (as well as get away from the camp to do my business) and low and behold, the eastern side of the island was completely wind-free and sunny. So warm that I was forced to strip down to a t-shirt and shorts. Had we camped on this side, we would have been up bright and early ready for a day's kayaking, rather than hiding from the imagined gloom in our cozy sleeping bags.
This is a photo of the breakfast fire that day.