Today, Rogier and I went sea kayaking in the bay north of Cape Broyle Head Path. It was an organized trip (Stan Cook) for all experience levels, and the experience level of our tour group was somewhere just below sea level: exactly right for us.
The enthusiastic trip guides placed every ‘couple’ into kayaks at the dock, and because of my extraordinary size we were the last to hit the water after they squeezed me into the biggest kayak they could find (which was called the Titanic…).
The first hour was great, we saw lots of jellyfish, urchins and starfish, and I had a blast taking pictures of everything above and below the water. After that point the little paddling-engine in front of me started to sputter. It made complaining noises and the only way to keep it quiet was to paddle harder myself:
The guides showed us lots of interesting places around the bay. Above you can see the Roaring Falls of Destruction (don’t get too close!), a little later we passed the Caves of Certain Death and many other precarious cliffs and risky rocks along the Shoreline of Desperation.
While the scenery and waterfalls were certainly beautiful, they were not as exciting as the close whale encounters we were hoping to get.
In the end, the unique views of the East Coast Trail and the kayak experience itself made it all worth it though, and I’m thinking of returning when Rogier visits again or when icebergs are in the bay.