Tre dagar. Allt vi behövde för att nå vårt mål; gränsen till Norge. Men vinden vände. Vi hade en dag av sommar, en dag av regn och vind mot oss, sen kom hösten. Vi vaknade upp till 9 grader, en gassande sol i en iskall himmel och 8 m / s vind från norr. Vi kunde knappt paddla ut ur bukten. Vi kunde inte paddla mot vinden. Vi drev bakåt när vi försökte paddla framåt, sittandes på knä på brädorna.
Three more days. All we’d need to reach our goal by the border of Norway. But the wind turned. We had one day of summer, one day of rain and wind against us, then autumn came. We woke up to 9 degrees, a blazing sun in a cold sky, and 8 m/s wind from the north. We barely made it out of the bay. We could not paddle against this wind. We drifted backwards trying to go forwards. That was it.
We had a couple of options. We could abort the expedition. We could ask for help to get to Strömstad and paddle back south. Or we could just turn around and enjoy our favourite part of the coast again. It was a fairly easy choise. We turned around. Paddled back south. Revisited our favourite parts and a few ones we’d missed by stressing north. We loved Fjällbacka and Hambugersund before camping not far away from the two days of paddling north we made in almost half a day going south.
It could feel like a failure, but it didn’t. We had great weather, still loved paddleboarding and each other, and lived with what nature gave us. If we’d hade more days before we’d both have to work, but we didn’t. It doens’t really matter. What matters is we did what we could, that we loved it, and we did it by nature’s rules.