Day 24
I paddled past the sea wall that I
thought was a marina. It was.
The wind blew from the southwest. For
the first hour it was a nice tail wind. When I turned the corner
into Namsenfjorden the water calmed. Farther south a headwind rose and shifted to a tailwind as the fjord curved east.
I took narrow pathways between islands
until I arrived at a dead end, though my chart showed a passage. To turn back and go around the other side of the island would add at least half an hour to an already long day. I got out
and dragged my boat up a short beach onto a road. From the road
I saw the other side. Two hundred meters of low tide mud flats lay between me and smooth paddling.
I slogged over the flats and resumed paddling. The wind periodically blew rain clouds overhead, but they never
stayed for long. A rainbow upside down smiled at me.
As I pulled into Namsos I sang songs to
welcome in the Sabbath, maybe a bit loudly. When I stopped singing
to ask about a guest marina the fellow above didn't really want to
talk to me since my singing told him I was crazy.
In the marina I met Osla who had just
finished painting his sailboat. He and his wife were math and
history teachers by day and kayak instructors by night. They
welcomed me into their home like family and while I napped Saturday
afternoon Osla went ahead and fixed my skeg.
It works wonderfully.
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