Most of us arrive at the long-carry-steep-drop-off location the traditional way...
....others arrive from a more civilized launch.
About 22 kayakers endured harsh conditions that required sunscreen, sunglasses, and moderate skills.
Onlookers from on high - maybe looking for whales?
Winny & Mark
Dough, Dörte & Joe with a string of cars on the overlook above.
The group heads up over a crest.
Winny and I play in the bubble bath.
Maryann heads out of sight.
then disappears completely.
oh, wait, they've all been hiding behind that crest.
Ah, there they are!
After a few moments of obligatory shouting of "cheated death again!", a swift turnaround to head back for Mike's party.
and the group plays peek-a-boo again.
ah, back again!
Approaching a well guarded rock for some surfing, the locals voice their displeasure.
And chase the interlopers off in a huff.
"go!", "and stay gone", they say.
It was Mike's birthday so the whole town had to know about it.
Monte Rio awaits your return...