The Sheriff was firmly on our tail, hounding us at every stop with threats, edicts, and a watchful eye. "Don't camp here tonight. I will find you. Put that fire out. Is that beer an energy drink?"
We tried to distract him with the smell of delicious food and an innocent Frisbee game.
Eventually the Bushmills took over and we biked 10 miles in twilight to a camping spot outside the Sheriff's jurisdiction, but still on the island. We badly wanted him to see us biking over the bridge and back into civilization in the morning, to no avail. We live to wrangle another day, even if we're now a soldier short. We did it Devon! We bike camped! Enjoy MN! I hear they have several lakes there for which to adventure by.
I think I only took one of these pictures. Can you guess which one!?
There were no beaches when we paddled home into the wind, so we temporarily docked at this out-jutting log, where I ate a plum and a peach and we caught our breath. Canoeing sucks! Just kiddin. Also, I realize those waters don't look so harsh from here, but out on them was a different story!