Jim, all set to paddle

Amazing, and amusing, what can be seen in five hours spent kayaking.  

sandstone formations

As we rounded Bradleys Head we could see THE view that makes this spot a popular wedding venue

not a time to be camera shy



Mike enjoyed the views too

Oh hey! There’s my gorgeous new Tahe Greenland T with the beaut new Greenland paddle I am buying from Tom at Elver Paddles. This whole Greenland thing is proving to be a great pleasure for me.

So, this is a popular wedding point – in the sky appears a marriage proposal for Lorraine, or is it Louise?

We continued along, passing the Opera House and cruising under the Harbour Bridge, of course taking lots of photos ops as we paddled along.  The northern side of the harbour where we paddled isn’t too crowded though you’ve got to keep a constant watch in all directions.

just west of the bridge

 

pasing under the Coathanger as we return to the eastern side

I reckon you can never have too many pics of this building

The number of different vessels on the harbour is fascinating with a Sydney Ferry, the James Craig and a yacht all heading west along the same channel.

We carefully crossed the channel and did a lap around Fort Denison.  This little island has had many reincarnations over the years of white settlement in Sydney.

I guess I let my guard down a bit as I took a few photos….

…cos all of a sudden this ferry appeared and we had to back paddle fast.

The tugs we had spotted earlier leaving the harbour, returned attached to this oil tanker.  Immediately after it let off one very loud, short blast (“I am altering my course to starboard”) the one o’clock cannon fired on Fort Denison and certainly added to the drama of the day!  The cannon was first fired in 1906 and was used to set the chronometers aboard ships.

As the nor’easter strengthened to a 15-20 knot headwind we paddled towards this rather curious ship.  The “Dockside Yacht Transport” was moored off Point Piper (a handy berth for those without a marina close by?)

The oddest vessel of the day was this party thing moored near Milk Beach.  It had a faux-straw hut, shade umbrellas and even a shark-safe swimming enclosure out the back, great views down the harbour and that doof-doof music usually heard in cars.