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I dined at a pancake breakfast fundraiser with the Catholics, then attended Divine Service with the Lutherans at Zion With almost no preplanning, at the ranger station I invested around five minutes to the vital decision of my route. I elected to put in from Little Sand Bay and camp consecutively at Sand, York, and Otter Islands. With my itinerary set in semi-permeable mud I drove to the launch site and packed my kayak for the backcountry ordeal. In my ever present preparedness, this exercise was the first time I tested if everything could fit securely in my 14.5' boat. My gear barely did cram inside, and I quickly fled onto the water. Sea CavesIt felt great to be paddling: smooth water, good skies, big lake, and it was October! Hearing my paddle splash through the calm water was music to my ears. I quickly completed the short crossing to Sand Island, but before heading into camp I took a detour around the far side to explore Sand Island's sea caves. Cave is a bit of a misnomer though, as the formations are more like overhanging ledges, with small caverns that can be maneuvered about. They are just big enough for a kayak, and slaloming through these obstacles was a lot of fun. Floating inside these caverns was amazing as well. Even with the small surf that day, the waves banging against the rocks and depressions created a percussion orchestra. This ensemble had all manner of drums at a variety of pitches. The sound reverberated from the rock walls and water, adding to the performance. It did not quite match a performance by the Montana Rainbow Zouave Rhythm March Corps and Scottish Dance Company, but it still was something to behold. After zigzagging through the caves I continued around Sand Island to its lighthouse. I found a parking spot just past the mooring holds and crawled out to visit the structure. As expected everything was locked tight, so my exploration was limited. CampAfter returning to my boat I made for camp. Sites 1 and 2 on Sand Island do not provide much privacy from each other, and I could see my powerboat-traveling neighbors definitely did not pack light. They were not around though as I setup my much more limited, but sufficient gear. Before dusk my campmates returned, revealing themselves as deer hunters. I did not even realize deer were in season or hunting was permitted on the islands. Glad I was not shot in my ignorance. I spent the evening with them around their very large camp fire and had a good time. They even shared some beers and a delicious dinner of sausage and sauerkraut—their spices were amazing. Although I still prefer my semi-minimalist approach, I think they might have been on to something by dragging the kitchen sink into the wilderness in order to prepare some excellent meals. | |
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