A few weekends ago, Bryan and I loaded up the kayaks with 18 liters of water, sleeping bags and a tent and headed out to Capers Island for the weekend. I’d never actually camped on the beach like this and I have to admit, it’s not easy. I’m not sure which is harder, the relentless sun baking your skin and spirit or the trillions of grains of sand that cover you and every single thing you own. Either way, it takes a strong constitution to stand up against the elements. I suddenly have a lot more sympathy for Gilligan and the castaways.
But it wasn’t all doom and gloom. There’s something very exotic about watching the sun set on an island and then falling asleep as you gaze up at the stars. Even better is waking just as the sun rises for a walk down an empty beach, that is all yours, with a camera. And there’s something to be said for having powered ourselves to Capers in kayaks.
There is a boneyard beach on Capers where palms and oaks are succumbing to the tide. It’s much like Hunting Island or Cumberland Island in that regard.
We were awoken Sunday morning to a thunderstorm rolling in. The rolls of thunder seem to go on forever when you are on a beach. There are no structures to stop the sound.
Here are a few of my favorite pics from the trip:
This was my view as I lay on the beach reading a Jodi Picoult novel.
After the storm. I love all the different emotions in this sky.
Bryan in the circle of fallen palms.