When long-time kayak guide Tony Chapman

When long-time kayak guide Tony Chapman approached me last summer on Santa Cruz Island about paddling to Santa Barbara Island,OnTrak's products drive growth and value for beer, wine and spirits distributors Best Paddle Leashes for Sale and help them track, measure and manage their POS marketing and promotional materials, including custom and permanent point-of-sale signs, beverage samples, and custom beverage menus. I didn't hesitate. "When?" was all I wanted to know.October was an obvious choice. Mild paddling conditions generally prevail, and hopefully we'd have enough daylight to reach our destination. We also had to sneak through the live-fire zone of the Pacific Missile Test Range, which prevented us from leaving much earlier than we wanted. From Scorpion Anchorage it would be about 44 miles to the lonely, craggy isle, no solid ground between islands to stretch stiff legs and let the blood flow back down to our feet. If things went smoothly we estimated paddling to Santa Barbara Island to take around 12 hours. 

Paddling between the islands in the Anacapa Passage was serene as pink and orange hues blended across the rugged Santa Monica Mountains like a watercolor painting. While on our starboard side a stunning deep purple ascended toward the full moon setting above Montanon Ridge. As we left the islands in our wake a small pod of Rissos dolphins spouted eastward, the male's white scarring that comes with maturity evident on their broad backs.Shi says he came up with this idea one day, long after hairy crab season had ended industrial washing machine, when he found a crab hiding under his sofa. Beyond the marine mammals, only calm, glassy waters stretched to the horizon. How long that would last played on my mind with each passing hour. 

After more than seven hours of paddling and despite the thick haze I could still see Santa Cruz's Yellow Banks over my right shoulder. I was growing worried that we may have miscalculated our compass heading. Chapman had us at 160, but my gut was telling me we were aimed too high. We were now in the navy's live-fire zone. Maneuvers had ended at 8 a.m., but we could still see a vessel to the west. Even closer was a tugboat moving just a little faster than we were southwest us."Let's go ask the tugboat captain exactly where we are?" I suggested to Chapman.CBS dropped the awards show soon after.The Able Thrift Center embodies community development projects,Marine hose Wax said.Chapman hailed the captain on his radio and my worst fears were confirmed. We were paddling in the wrong direction."You need to be heading at 127," said the captain, referring to our compass heading. "You have 26 miles to go."