Photo Friday: BC Kayak Adventure, Part 3

I'm back! I finished my CA adventures (about 1400 new photos to sort and edit) and have finished editing the August kayak photos. My previous reports on our trip with Kingfisher Expeditions are here and here.

I take up the story with Day 4, after our night at Cedar Camp.

We left off at bedtime with this view.

 
In the morning, the view had changed a little.

Morning mists and low tide.

Dead calm mornings made for good reflections.

We paddled through the middle of the day, about 7 1/2 miles. At first it was misty.

When crossing the larger passages, we tried to bunch up, side by side by side to be visible to any power boats going through. Most were courteous.

Eventually the mists cleared, as we neared the Fox islet group, where we'd camp for our final 2 nights.

Look closely for the bald eagle.

Great hilarity ensued when our guide told us to head for "the bird-covered rock," and most of us heard, "the fir-covered rock." Since every bit of land we could see was covered with firs, we accused him of giving useless directions!
 

The bird-covered navigational point, in front of the fir-covered land.

 Fox camp was a luxury spot, with tent platforms for those who wanted them (I chose dirt, closer to the water and the kitchen), and a composting outhouse, saving us from the slippery walk over the rocks. We settled in and kicked back for a few hours of relaxation and watching the light change.

The camp had a kitchen shelter, too.

The tide would come all the way up to the bank, so the guides had to tie the boats in place--both ends so they wouldn't shift and bang into each other. 

 Our camp island had a little islet attached--at low tide. I ventured across to see, once the water was down enough. It was... a fir-covered rock. With a thick understory of salal bushes. I returned to where the food was.

Looking back at our island. You can't even tell there's a camp there, thanks to the thick trees.

The mist came in just ahead of the sunset. Petey Possum liked the views, but ran for shelter when the damp fog hit.

 

There was too much fog for a sunset, but the fog did take on a sort of purple glow for a while.

The next day we did our longest paddle, but without the full load of gear it was a lot easier than the previous two days. We paddled over 14 miles out to the Pacific edge of the Broughtons and back among the islands, at one point through a passage almost narrow enough for a pair of paddlers to span it. The mists came and went, until we ended the day in brilliant sunshine.

Heading out. I'm riding "princess" in the bow of a double to enable plenty of photography (yes, I cleared it with the "engine" before skiving off to take pictures).

Our first target was a slow paddle close in to the side of Bonwick Island, to look at the sea life, since the tide was very low.

Seaweed, sea stars, and other fun critters.

Is this an octopus? 

Cruising the shoreline.

Plumase anemones, seen through several feet of water.

Eventually we wove our way through the fog-bound islets to Stuart Island, where we had lunch.

Paddling the islands and islets.

Lunch. The tide was coming in fast--we kept having to move the boats up. The sun began trying to break through while we ate, but wasn't quite making it.

Down a narrow passage between islands.

Bands of mist behaved oddly. The arc in the sky is vignetting in the photo, but the stripe across the face of the islands was real.

We took the outer side of the island to cross to Hudson Island, a passage made a little unnerving by the mist. Not only were we keeping our ears peeled for boats that we couldn't see and that couldn't see us, but from time to time we could hear whales blowing. We just couldn't tell in exactly what direction or how far.

It was still glassy calm, sometimes.

We eventually worked our way up along the north side of Mars Island, slipped through the narrow pass between Mars and Tracey, and wended our way back to camp. Kudos to Alex and Lee, our guides, who then put together another wonderful dinner for us while we all lounged around.

After dinner and dessert, we watched the show--the sunset.

Our final morning we had just enough time between packing and getting picked up to enjoy a short paddle. I got back in a single boat for the the zippy freedom, and was taken aback at how high the boat rode, empty of cargo! I hadn't noticed it so much in the double the day before. It was a little disconcerting.

One last perfect morning!

 
We puttered along a cliff shore looking at sea stars again, played around crossing between islands, and ended up back at camp in plenty of time to eat lunch and be ready for pick-up. 

All our stuff piled up and waiting for the taxi.

Petey and his new pals aboard the water taxi.

That pretty well ties up the kayak trip! Whew! What a long report! 

Watch this space for a much drier adventure or two in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California.

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