I’ve given up looking at my watch. I don’t want to know how fast (or slow) we are going or how far we have come because neither number will be what I want to see. On the south side of Broulee Island, at the locally named “Shark Bay” (I’ve never seen a shark there) where we land, our distance is only 18.5 kilometres. Not even half way. We either have to paddle south for 1.5 kilometres (all beach) or we can lap around Broulee Bay past Mossy Point and Tomakin and hopefully pick up the required kilometres there.
It started easily enough. A fairly low swell and almost glassy conditions with enough cloud cover to reduce the temperature a bit. We had company from Lilli Pilli to Pretty Point because a fellow kayaker had seen us paddling past and came out to join us. Someone different to talk to for half an hour and a minor distraction to the long day in your head. But, by the time we left Shark Bay, the easterly wind had picked up and we paddled against the wind out to Burrewarra Point. The glassy conditions were replaced by clapotis all the way north. Annoying, lumpy, bumpy, spiky water that made the paddling seem harder than it should.
There is a small beach just south of McKenzies Beach, accessible only by walking track from Rosedale where we land for a second break. I’ve only eaten half an egg roll and hope that a bit more food will help with the fatigue. And tea, tea always picks me up and the tea is good. The last ten kilometres took an hour and a half. Of course, we were against the northerly current and there was clapotis all the way. I was punch drunk tired by the time we finished but there was no way I was going to quit. I'm the double down person that Bechtel's writes about in Contingencies.
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