Mermaids. Lovers Island. Gull Rocks. Umbrella Islands.
Sounds enchanting, doesn’t it?
I have been here before. On white-knuckle rides with wakes that crash onto shores and startle gulls. There is no romance to rocks at that speed.
But we took a slower pace, me and this man who breathes water like I breathe air. As sure-footed as I am on wooded paths, he is on the waterways that border the southern shore of my world. There are 22 miles of coastline here, with coves and inlets, rivers and creeks, harbors and a thousand islands from here to the horizon.
How often do I catch my breath at the beauty that is right around the corner from my day-to-day?
And how does one express gratitude for all of this? The blessing of this place. The chance to explore so slowly on a sparkling spring day. The gift of trust so surely grounded — even on water.
A new experience in my sights.
Leaving the Cove
Cairn near Johnson Point
Gunkholing (look it up)
Towards Pages Cove
Rounding Johnson Point
Returning to Mermaids
Word & Photos ©2015, Jen Payne