It’s been a couple days of Fionn and I meeting constantly. So today I decided to fly, er, paddle solo. I had a kayak and a dry bag filled with supplies for an overnight kayaking trip. My plan was to find some clues as to where I was born by kayaking around the area.

I started my little kayak trip over by Bar Harbor. What better place to start than there? There were a whole bunch of different Islands nearby that I could kayak to.

Spending the day kayaking to islands was actually pretty fun. It was an intense workout and my arms were burning by the time I picked an island to set up camp on. It was a larger island, not really too far away from the harbor, but it was one owned by the park and not privately owned. Thick trees grew on it that would give me a little shaded shelter from the morning sun.

I pulled my kayak to shore and positioned it on the rocks up against the edge of the cliff that separated this beach area from the rest of the island. This cliff was about 10 feet tall and there was no way in hell I was dragging my kayak up there over night. Once it was secure, I found a place with good footholds and climbed up the cliff, dry bag in hand.

There was no chance of rain tonight, so I hadn’t brought a tent. I just found a nice area in the trees and sat down. From my bag I pulled some beef jerky and crackers to eat for supper. Then, I called it an early night.

Ceva saasha, the ocean whispered.

Ceva saasha, she cried more persistent.

Ceva saasha, Yura, she added so there was no mistake who her sweet whispers were for.

I woke up with a start. Drenched. Swearing under my breath, I clamored to my feet. That’s the last time I trust my weather app. I needed to go check on my kayak.

The rain was whipping me in the face as I made my way to the area where I left my boat. Great, not only was it pouring, but it was windy too. I approached the cliff. Right when I was about to look over the edge, a wave crested and threw salt water into my face.

“Fuck.”

Yup, that was the only word to to describe what I was currently seeing.

The water had risen so far that there was only about two feet of cliff visible. My kayak was nowhere to be seen.