Wednesday, July 07, 2010

The end of a perfect day, in Loch Etive.

We drifted slowly, treasuring the moment and watching the sunset until the last red ember had cooled and there were only ash grey clouds on the western horizon.

Turning to the east again, we paddled deep into the confines of the "fjord like" Loch Etive.

The mountains and the darkness gradually hemmed us in until we were paddling in pitch darkness. A compass bearing took us back safely to the pier at Taynuilt. It was to be my last paddle before my knee operation in March but that is not why I treasure this paddle's recollection. Sadly, it was to be the last paddle with our friend Jim B. We will never forget him, his smile lightened the darkest night.