![]() I paddled with caution thinking out every moment. I knew that if I was thrown side-ways to the wind I would find it almost impossible to get my boat back on track, as the extreme wind which funnelled down the lake was too strong to fight and the waves too messy. When the wind gusts eased I pointed the kayak more directly towards my destination, but it was often only for a few moments at a time. Progress was slow, but it was the safest way to paddle. ![]() As much as I could, I kept the nose of the kayak pointing towards the wind and at the same time tried to angle it slightly towards the opposite shore to at least make some headway. ![]() Should I really be out here? Waves broke on the kayak’s deck and wind gusts tried forcefully to push me sideways but for me, there was no turning back. I had a strong faith in my own capabilities, but after 15 minutes, that was being shaken. Immediately the cruel conditions had me reeling. I took off knowing that the crossing was going to be tough and even with the knowledge that I may capsize and be swept away in this lonely cold place, it wasn’t enough to deter me from giving it ago. As I wanted to get to the dam wall that day, I just had to make an attempt on the crossing. ![]() I paused on the lakes edge debating if to risk leaving the relative safety of the shores, though I knew if I stayed, the low barren hills would give me no place to hide from the wind. Gale force winds whipped across the 6km wide lake creating large breaking waves and a near suicidal crossing. ![]()
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