Patiently we wait all afternoon for the winds to calm. I have learned that there is no predictability to the wind pattern despite what the meteorologists say. We arrive at our new campsite as the sun begins to hide behind the mountains. Rounding the point, we all put down our paddles in awe of the vast expanse of brilliant blue waters against an open stretch of long sweeping beach. It is once again hot and still.
Swimming is an impossibility.
Resting in the world's largest bathtub takes form. I awaken from a night's fitful sleep to winds. There is an ache in my heart knowing that today I will be leaving all of this behind. For seven magical days I have experienced the distinct sounds and breathtaking sights of nature, the excitement of the group, the playfulness of the cook and the strength of the guides. With the movement of a snail, I tear down my tent and pack up my gear.