Surprise, surprise… still raining!!!
Lone Cone would just have to wait another day for my ascent.
After saying goodbye to the Germans, I went into town for groceries, more art-gallery cruising and cabin-fever relief.
While I was returning to the island, something miraculous happened … The rain had stopped!
Most importantly, the peak of Lone Cone emerged from the fog!
But I resisted the temptation to climb – I would patiently wait for clear skies.
Instead, I took out a paddleboard and paddled my way around the bay. The water was choppy and I had a few close-calls, but I returned more-or-less dry.
Next, I walked down a very muddy and slippery path to “The Lake”.
Being one of the few humans on the island, the Lake was very quiet and serene. It’d be great place to sit and think about life…
On my way back to the Hostel, I was stopped dead in my tracks…
Wait…
What’s that on the beach…
Oh, it’s just the most spectacular sunset that my eyes had ever witnessed. Here’s what they saw:
*Breathe*
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