Sea life in the Chanel islands

The Chanel islands are home to some beautiful sea life and color contrasts. Mommy and I admired both while paddling not he last day on the islands. The giant kelp forests were like golden columns drifting with the currents in the turquoise water. Sea lions who liked to pop their heads out of the water and watch us while we surfed and paddled looked very wise with their long whiskers and big black eyes. We even saw a few sting rays of the dock, flying through the water under us. All these companions definitely contributed to a great trip.  We don't have many pictures of sea life because mommy or i weren't in charge of the camera so i'll just show the highlights.

Sand Dunes

                    Since we all ready had the sport of kayak surfing we decided to extend that sport when we landed on a beach with no waves but with, instead with a very steep very tall sand dune that that daddy decided to have as a wave.  So Daddy and I carried the single person up the dune(which was sand so it kept on slipping) with Kayley behind us. Then kayley and daddy got on the kayak and then kayley just fell off while  it was at the top of the dune and that was just hilarious, but it ended out well.

Kayak Surfing

On the kayak trip in the Channel Island my family and I developed a new sport. Since we had such a interesting time getting through the white waters and the breakers to our campsite, some of us decided to try to catch the waves in and surf them on our sea kayaks. Doing this was very difficult with sub par rental kayaks that are not very maneuverable. But that adds to the fun.

Zander Rolph

Nudity...?

Being naked is a very natural, liberating thing-- especially on beaches of remote, supposedly deserted, islands. Basically, every beach we land on at any time during our kayak camping adventures is automatically transported to somewhere in Europe. This makes a lot of people uncomfortable: Unsuspecting kayakers rounding a point in Canada and coming across our sort-of-solitary bay of bodily liberation, large groups of day hikers startling my dad into streaking across the sand toward his pants, and random fishing boats we hope don't have binoculars put-putting by various bare Rolph's surfing or body surfing or building driftwood teepees. It also makes Zander uncomfortable, but we make him deal with it. People are supposed to be naked, and the fact that Puritanical American society has influenced Zander more than the rest of us (probably because he has more friends) is taken as a challenge. Here are some of the pictures we got that don't classify as child pornography: