After paddling for hours I got turned around and was heading east
Richard spotted me while lobstering and got me pointed in the right direction ( go west old man).
Finally made it to Bois Bear island.
Landed too far up but I am not moving until seas calm down.
When I landed at the right spot there was a raccoon right in front of me foraging for food.
Just as I got camp set up and had dinner here comes the rain and wind.
Reminds of my cross country motorcycle trip. 35 days on the road rained for 31.
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Everything I own is wet.
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