The second morning took us along the sheer cliffs of Seal Bay. It's impossible to convey how massive these rock walls are - they just don't fit into a single photo. We gazed in wonder as we paddled.
Mark's attempt to show the scale of the cliffs, with Kate at the base. It still wouldn't all fit in.
Our route on this day was to cross Seal Bay, travel along the cliffs, round Thimble Tickle Head, and camp in the cove at Thimble Tickle - 12.32 miles. Funny names here - a tickle is a place where the water is pinched in between two land masses.
A small seacave close to our lunch stop.
Some surf even on this relatively calm day as we worked our way out to the head of the bay.
We found a very small beach at Seal Bay Head and stopped here for lunch. We had some difficulty getting out again though, due to rocks and surf.
Swells rolled in from the open ocean as we rounded Thimble Tickle Head. The power of the ocean made itself felt here.
I stayed well off the rocks. Mark wanted to be as close to them as he could get.
We reached our beautiful campsite. It was obviously a one-time homestead - there was an apple tree and this lilac bush, and drifts of daisies, buttercups, and artemisia. We were not far from the crash and noise of open ocean, but tucked into this cove it was quiet and still.
Mark cooled off in this pool before setting up his kitchen. It was about 85 degrees most of the days that we paddled. The daylight is long - the first glimmers of light start at about 3:30 am and it is finally dark at about 10:30 pm.
Here is Mark's first tarp kitchen set-up. It kept the sun off us and sheltered us from wind. Mark made popcorn and brownies. Insects were not as bad at this location, but they still loved the back of my neck - I had dozens of bites.
End of our second day of paddling. I'd been ill all day, hadn't been able to eat much, and felt weak and tired. The next day was to be a long one, rounding the headlands. I went to bed early.