
by Wendy Killoran
Wind whistles again through the treetops on this August day, a relentless reminder that I’m a sea kayaker practising patience and respect for the sea. A tempestuous sea rolls wave after strong, white-capping wave in a spray of unfurled power onto the gravel beach. It is a land day. Again the sea is too omnipotent. I am chomping at the bit to complete this journey with 165 kilometres remaining to be paddled.



