We had a beautiful paddle over, and were greeted by Donna & Barbara.

The most excitement was provided by the occasional ferry wake.

Clear skies, flat seas... we could see clearly to Red Rock and the Richmond Bridge.

Twilight

Old piers at the Garrison.

A pink yacht, and two teeny kayakers.

Dave, hauling off his campsite.

Jim and the old man in the cliff.

We then were carted over to Kayak Kamp.

We stopped at the Immigration Station for leg stretching and to see all the improvements made.

Circumnavigation done, one last peak at the city, before we settle in to our million-dollar views.

Kayaks at dawn.

The bridge, windowpaned by the old piers.

Hawk atop his perch at the Garrison.

Our campsite, all cleared.

Sharon, celebrating her first passing through Yellow Bluff. We decide to save an Out The Gate experience for another day.

During the lunch break, Don juggles some beach glass.

Immigration station

Camp Reynolds, and the resident lawnmowers.

Going fishing.

Dave

Morning skies

Back at Yellow Bluff.

Glenn hams it up with his new beard.

After we worked, some of us did a circumnavigation of the Island. We went counter-clockwise, but not one of us could recall ever doing it clockwise; such conformists.

Back in the day, segregation was still strong.

These three jets flew overhead twice. I have no idea why, or who they were. (darn cameras w/o viewfindes, I was guessing what I was getting here).

Happy hour at sunset.

Flat waters again.

Resident Hawk. This bird had at least two field mice while we were here.

Jim packing up from his perch.

Dörte and Dave reviewing Sharon's first passing through Yellow Bluff.