Breezy Point Travel Blog› entry 26 of 28 › view all entries
Between cooling nights and my own growing exhaustion, deep sleep came easier, sounder, and longer. The sun had already begun its rise above a gray horizon when I climbed out of the tent. The lake rippled by a southern wind that would work to my advantage. The small map that I carried showed a rather smooth shoreline all the way up to Ford River and I dreaded that boring 16-mile paddle. But after rounding the first point out of Fox, I was thrilled to see more fingers of land poking into Green Bay. Each broke that stretch into manageable segments and provided targets, or at least options; stop at this one for a snack, or the next for a lengthy break. Most of all, their passing showed progress. I ended up bypassing each jut of green land as others crept over the horizon. I kept steering for the furthest, preferring to keep moving. Scenery changed slow but steady and hours passed quickly.
Ford River was an intended stop for a meal or the night but I bypassed it too, staying a mile offshore and pushing for Breezy Point which had dominated my horizon for more than two hours. A stop at Ford would cost precious time and strenuous effort 'double-dipping' back out to good seas. Six hours after leaving the campground at Fox, I beached the Klepper in strong south winds at the Breezy Point Bar & Grill.