Angela. That wasn't her real name but when she introduced herself that's what she said to call her. When I first got to this beach I noticed her right away. She apparently noticed me too as when ever I saw her she gave me these demure smiles. I think it was the second day on this beach she walked down the shoreline and introduced herself. She was admiring my new kayak so I offered her to take it out for a paddle. She lit up with "really, that's ok?" I said sure and gave her a few pointers. Off she went paddling out and around a nearby island. A day or two later we went over to a big group campfire and singalong in recognition of regulars Dan and his son Henry heading back north. That's when I realized Angela and George where together. Yet Angela came by my camp several times after that with the same shy but enchanting smile. She borrowed my boat several times and brought me fresh fruit. Later I left that beach and headed south ending up at Rattlesnake where I met George and Angela again. I was invited to their fire that evening where George entertained quite well with his guitar and singing. Stupidly I consumed too much tequila and George had to help me back to my camp. They moved south the next morning and invited me to move to their campsite which was far better than where I was. Hurriedly I moved my stuff to the new site. I think that hurried move did nothing for my ailing back. I stayed for two more days before I made the decision to cut the trip short and head north. Of course that meant I would probably never see Angela again, but I never decided if she was just being nice to me, or was there a spark developing. Or maybe she just liked paddling my kayak. I'll never know.
That's not Angela in the photo, but it is another gal that borrowed my boat.