It was only a 10 minute paddle from my house, and right after I stepped out of my kayak I saw a painted rock!
I don't know if this has caught on in the States, but rock painting was the big thing here in Newfoundland this summer. A few steps father along and I found another one! These discoveries have spurred me on to participating in the craze. As if I needed another hobby! At least rock painting can be done in the winter.
No one lives over on that side, and no docks, so I can only imagine anyone stopping by to drop off rocks must have been paddling or rowing like me.
I was amazed to see pastures just behind the tree line on the shore. They were pretty soggy, but pastures just the same.
Horse trails stretched through the small patches of woods separating the pastures. Lots of poop and moisture leads to lots of mushrooms. More on that another time, because you know I went back...
But first a pair of rubber boots was needed to get through all those soggy spots so I got back in my kayak to see what else I could find.
Some seaweed, some rocks...not another soul, not even the sound of birds. Just the smell of salt water and a whisper of fog in the distance. Have I mentioned yet how much I love living here?