The sleeping bags are hanging on the clothesline, the quick-dry clothing is in the wash and Kevin & I are back from three days of kayaking in the Sechelt Inlet.

My arms feel heavy in that great way muscles do after some good exercise and tons of super-saturated oxygen.

Around noon on Monday, we put our kayaks in at Tuwanek and did a lovely meandering paddle to Halfway Point where we set up camp with our good friends Ray & Judy Gerein.

It continues to amaze me that we have this huge pile of marine parks ( think there are 8? or is it 11?) available in our back yard and there’s no one in them. This site was perfect and it was all ours.

We spent yesterday doing a day paddle across to Kunechin Point and then up toward Narrows Inlet and then back to the western shore, cruising along the coast line listening to the water bubble and sigh against the barnacled rocks.

There were masses of jelly fish in the water, colonies of purple seastars glowing purple against the brilliant kelly green algae and seals checking us out from every angle. 

We watched moon rises and sun rises and slept like the dead in between.  Why is it that as soon as you’re immersed in nature, time slows to such a slow and effortless ease?

All in all, I feel like a woman restored.