Day 139, Friday, 05.06.2009

 

I was launching all right next morning, the steep downhill dragging of the fully loaded boat was not that tough.

The goal was to reach Cape Dombey for that day.

I can’t remember much of the paddle, quiet winds, nothing special, just a bit boring…

 

Late afternoon I saw some motorboats along the coast, and I spotted a mother ship anchoring out there. Must be one of the charter fishing cruises like Greg operates them…I felt like I’ve seen that before?

 

I had 130 km left to the southern most edge of the coast, Pearce Point.

I could do it in a 60 and a 70 km long leg, but I rather felt like splitting the remaining distance into three days.

I still needed some recovery time and catching up with sleep…so I landed relatively early after 50 km only on a steep beach right behind a stretch of beautiful red cliffs, the mother ship just across anchoring besides a reef field.

I didn’t feel like calling them up, as I didn’t need anything but rest and privacy. Too much remembering anyway…they didn’t seem to have seen me neither paddling nor camping on the beach. None of the motor tenders came close up to me.

 

I had about an hour’s time for a beautiful sunset walk to the cliffs, and I quite enjoyed that short time of doing something else than routine! Always the mother ship in sight and on my mind…actually not THIS one anchoring across, but Greg’s…

 

Text message from Freya via satellite phone:

13.49 129.44, Cape Dombey. 7:00 am to 5:30 pm, 50km. My Australian dream tonight: Red cliffs in red sunset and a mothership anchoring off my beach…yearning