Not knowing the Peterson's I ignored it and headed into the narrow cove that contains the Castle Hill Coast Guard Station. The red roofed white boathouse looked hot. I felt hot. I turned back. The traffic had built up, so I waited for a break and started paddling.
People always seem surprised to see a kayak in it's natural element.
Maybe they think kept on cars for emergencies such as sudden Ice Cap melting. Luckily the boat traffic occupied a narrow strip along the edge of the bay. It didn't take long to get into open water. The crossing to Beaver Tail was easy, no traffic, easy waves, not much wind. I rounded the point and stopped to rest.