Donna and I had finished breakfast when we headed south on State Route 9. When we came to th Sea Life Center the road ended so we doglegged right to head further south. About one block further on the road turned to dirt, continuing another 3 miles on a dirt road named Lowell Point Road with hills to the right and water to the left we knew we were headed out of civilization and into ‘country’.
One fishing camp advertised “Heated Rooms”. This amused me, of course they’s be heated, this was in Alaska, on the Kenai peninsula. south of Seward. hen we finally arrived at Lowell Point we found a variety of cabins, shacks and some homes. They all had the look of minimum maintenance,
we soon found one boathouse with kayaks stacked around, we knew we’d arrived at the right place. Soon others arrived, some by car and a couple came by taxi, they were from the cruise ship in he harbor. After introductions we met our trip leaders.
After we made adjustments to seats, and PFDs we boarded our kayaks and headed out into Resurrection Bay. For this trip we paddled a tandem, most of the time we paddle solo kayaks. Since I was in the aft seat it was up to me to keep in sync with Donna’s paddling. After about 5 minutes we settled into perfect rhythm, though we still prefer the freedom to take our own course most of the time. The small flotilla kept close to shore someone spotted a Bald Eagle perched high in a tree over a picnic table and someone else noticed a juvenile Bald Eagle on the table. we stood off a good distance, not wanting to disturb the Eagles.
Continuing further along Donna and I both noticed a kayak bump something. But neither of us mentioned it. Not a hard bump,like hitting a rock, and not like a wave. On the return trip someone asked one of the guides about Seals. That’s when we started think that maybe a seal had scratched it’s back on our keel.
When we reached the end of our southern paddle, we landed on a rocky beach, and I do mean rocky, hardly any sand. After pulling our boats to safety we hiked a ile or so up a stream with salmon spawning. They were just lazily swimming, no need for he spectacular leaping that is so popular in most videos of Alaska. Lucy for us,the bears must have already had their fill of fish for the morning.
After eating our snacks and getting a drink we launched to head back. one of the guides pointed out a petrified forest on the far shore of the stream, the point was submerged during a Tsunami about 20 years ago. The trees had absorbed so much salt from the sea that they were not rotting and would last “forever”.
Passing the picnic grounds where we’d seen the Eagle, the tree and table was abandoned. The guide did point out a rather large building on he far shore of the bay, one of the Alaska prisons, The end of the trip, as most paddling trips was fairly anti-climatic. puling the boats on shore and putting our gear back into the boat house. We changed into dry clothes and got the car warmed up for the drive back to our BnB.