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| - | Why just the day before this, we had paddled out to Eliza Island in our double and Shaun 'accidently' made a movie of me peeing when he was supposed to be photographing the vistas from the island. This would make even the most macho hetero nervous. So the three of us were paddling out to Vendovi and Shaun tells us that Vendovi is a privately owned island that is watched by a caretaker because the actual owners couldn't handle the chatter from kayakers that didn't know how to shut up (go figure, I was about ready to go postal by now). So as we rounded the island (which was posted 'No Trespassing' every 50 feet), we decided to pull up to a secluded beach and make a necessary pit stop. Heather was the first one to hit shore and head for the woods and quickly located one of the spy cameras mounted on the 'No trespassing' sign. In clear view of the camera, she dropped her trousers and before she could pull them back up, we heard the roar of the caretakers landing craft coming around the corner. He was on us like stink on dog poo. Shaun and I were still standing in the water when he arrived to point out that we were trespassing on a private island and that we should continue on with our trip. Heather and I started re-packing (what is there to repack on a ski?), but before we knew it, Shaun had made small talk with 'Bill' the caretaker and now Bill wanted to know if we would come up to the house where they monitored the spy cameras and have a cup of coffee with him and his missus. Shaun and I wanted to follow him back but Heather declined the offer out of fear that we would get to see the recorded video of her dropping her pants which tipped the caretaker of our location and intentions. So we bid Bill farewell and continued on towards Govornor's Point. The chatter never let up all the way back to the mainland and each time I tried to pull away for some peace and quiet, another tidbit of gossip would arise and I would be sucked back into the vortex of girl talk. Despite the endless stream of banter, this was the 'easiest' near 20 mile paddle that I had ever done. For the first time ever, my ears hurt more than my butt.\\ | + | Why just the day before this, we had paddled out to Eliza Island in our double and Shaun 'accidently' made a movie of me peeing when he was supposed to be photographing the vistas from the island. This would make even the most macho hetero nervous. So the three of us were paddling out to Vendovi and Shaun tells us that Vendovi is a privately owned island that is watched by a caretaker because the actual owners couldn't handle the chatter from kayakers that didn't know how to shut up (go figure, I was about ready to go postal by now). So as we rounded the island (which was posted 'No Trespassing' every 50 feet), we decided to pull up to a secluded beach and make a necessary pit stop. Heather was the first one to hit shore and head for the woods and quickly located one of the spy cameras mounted on the 'No trespassing' sign. In clear view of the camera, she dropped her trousers and before she could pull them back up, we heard the roar of the caretakers landing craft coming around the corner. He was on us like stink on dog poo. Shaun and I were still standing in the water when he arrived to point out that we were trespassing on a private island and that we should continue on with our trip. |
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| + | Heather and I started re-packing (what is there to repack on a ski?), but before we knew it, Shaun had made small talk with 'Bill' the caretaker and now Bill wanted to know if we would come up to the house where they monitored the spy cameras and have a cup of coffee with him and his missus. Shaun and I wanted to follow him back but Heather declined the offer out of fear that we would get to see the recorded video of her dropping her pants which tipped the caretaker of our location and intentions. So we bid Bill farewell and continued on towards Govornor's Point. The chatter never let up all the way back to the mainland and each time I tried to pull away for some peace and quiet, another tidbit of gossip would arise and I would be sucked back into the vortex of girl talk. Despite the endless stream of banter, this was the 'easiest' near 20 mile paddle that I had ever done. For the first time ever, my ears hurt more than my butt.\\ | ||
| Larry G. | Larry G. | ||
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