Saturday was forecast to be gorgeous, so Ms Energiser and I spent Friday evening mulling over potential adventures. The Royal National Park Coast Walk sounded alluring, but even a rather swift 30km would see us back in town fairly late for the electro pop gig we wanted to see (very important adventure consideration).
For some reason, the idea of kayaking popped into our heads and, a little bit of googling later, we were committed to a mini-adventure that wouldn’t eat into dancing time.
There is a very cute kayak hire shed at Point Piper in Rose Bay. It’s a little expensive but that’s to be expected in the middle of Millionairesville. We took out two speedy singles and a bathtup-like double and two other friends BYO-kayaked.
True to forecast it was a perfect Sydney day. Endless blue skies and crystal water, white masted yachts scudding across the harbour, iconic bridge in the background. Amazing.
We headed out towards Shark Island, me coming to grips with the wobbliness of a sporty single and the mind-melt of foot peddles while also sticky beaking around at the scenery (thus causing more wobbles). Ms Energiser and I just couldn’t stop giggling at how incredibly perfect everything was – it felt like were were living in some kind of shiny advertising brochure brought to life. Shark Island is a green little gem set in the sapphire exuberance of the harbour. It was a fairly easy paddle out with the current and we took a lazy lap of the Island. We didn’t see any sharks but we did paddle right up to three seals that were playing by the pier. I think they were giggling too.
We pulled up in the little beach and walked to the other end of the Island. For future reference, that lovely green grass is absolutely full of bindis – bring flip flops! We sunned ourselves on the rocks, watching the yachts and whizzing motor boats, drinking wine and congratulating ourselves on our excellent mini-adventure idea.
On the paddle back we headed for Hermit Point. One of our crew, who’d been trailing a fishing line, actually caught a fish halfway across! It was a smallish Tailor who was immediately plopped back into his proper home.
We took a gentle tour of the curve of Rose Bay, ending with a satisfying whhhhisshh up onto the sand at Point Piper. A truly delightful afternoon with plenty of time left over for dinner and dancing. Win.