With all the nutty weather ending late Saturday night, I decided to take a little tour around Discovery Island in the calm waters tonight. I was kind of hoping to meet up with Sean Morley as he swung around into Discovery island, but he ended up stopping in Oak Bay an hour after I launched. The seals were out watching me from every rock in the chains and into the Discovery islands. For once the weatherman was right and the trip was unimpeded by offshore winds.


I put in at the slime beach next to the Marina at (thankfully) high tide. I decided that Sean usually calls it quits around 5:30pm, so I left just after 4 to see if I could meet him at camp. The marina was busy today and I got some friendly waves from people on the docks as I left. Once past Mary Tod Island, the ocean was a lake as far as the eye could see. I just pushed straight across to the Chain islets - where the birds live.


The gulls were doing their nightly ritual of making lots of noise. At one point, every gull on the island took to the air in a giant flock. The noise was incredible and the poop was landing inches to either side of the kayak. A little further along, there were seals and their accompanying scent. I had a last look over my shoulder for Sean, but didn't see anything except blue water and grey sky.


Discovery island was nice and calm and at high tide. The slight hints of breeze were chilly and filled with the scent of chimney smoke from shore. I scanned the beaches in the channel between Chatham and Discovery for any signs of life, but the only thing I found was a family leaving in their zodiac. Discovery was a quiet place this weekend.


I decided to circumnavigate Discovery to enjoy the rest of the night. I found all the kelp beds! They're all out near the lighthouse on Discovery. I wended my way through the kelp and around to the main campsite. No Sean. The VHF radio lit up, "Sean Morley Expedition, Sean Morley Expedition, this is [Nuts], over." I didn't hear any more of the conversation, so I guessed he was stopping elsewhere.


I was being watched by seals out near the campsite. So I decided to get some photos of them. These ones just weren't really scared of me, they just kind of looked up and snorted. I circled back to the beach near Chatham and turned around and headed for home. A heron was hunting off a rock right in the middle of the channel and held still and looked regal for me.


The paddle home was easy and flat. There was a tiny hint of ebbing current coming out of Baynes, but overall the currents were very weak today. This new paddle is making these trips totally effortless. I'm not getting anywhere near as tired out and beat up. When I got home, I found that Sean was stopped less than half a kilometer north of my launch point. I guess I'll catch the next person to circumnavigate the island. This guy's progress blows my mind though: He's pulling like 70 and 80km marathons every day.

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