Photo Friday: Kayaking BC, Part 2

A week or so back I made a start at a report on my August BC kayak trip. I've been out in the mountains, so not much chance to edit the photos and put together more posts, but I did get pictures from Day 3, which was one of our 2 longest paddling days, and the longest with fully-loaded boats--about 11.5 miles.

We started the day at Red Point camp. I'm an early riser, so I got the pretty morning light, and a few whale-spouts (not shown).

The tide was down, so there were some interesting critters left high and dry (like this anemone).

Getting ready to launch

Launching. All our launches involved wet feet. I found that my water shoes let water in, but not out--not the ideal set-up!

We made a couple of stops along the way, first to look at the shell-mound midden on one island, then another for lunch at a beach that was disappearing fast while we ate!

Lunch stop.

Looking out from lunch.

Later we stopped at Village Island, a historic site run by the First Nations people. Visits are by permission, and I'm not sharing photos other than of the beach and views, as I'm not sure of the protocol.

Any smooth shell beach in these islands is a midden--how many hundreds of years did it take to build up so many shells?

They certainly had both a sheltered harbor and a beautiful view for the village.

Small birds; pretty sure they are some kind of sandpiper.

Heading out through the little islets.

After we left Village Island, we had the longest passage of the day, a couple of hours non-stop.

It included a crossing of a pretty good sized channel. The currents were with us, fortunately, and the chop wasn't more than enough to make it fun.

We were getting tired as we approached what we'd hoped to be our next camp. 

Strung out on the approach to Owl Camp.

We found Owl Camp to already have two parties in residence, so we chose to cross the small channel (which was starting to run an interesting tidal current) to Cedar Camp, where we had the place to ourselves. The main drawback there is that there's no beach at high tide--so we had to carry the boats into the woods.

Thoroughly beached kayaks.

We had just a bit of sunset that night, but I hung around for it.

I'll have more for you soon--maybe not next week, but soon :). Meanwhile, here's Petey Possum, enjoying the morning low tide at Cedar Camp:

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