7 - 14 July 2010
We left the sanctuary of Sea Otter Cove early in the morning to venture back out into the great Pacific Ocean. However, today's journey was much more accomodating. The winds were moderate and the sea was at our back...we had only about 20 nautical miles to travel to reach our destination of Quatsino Sound. If you like remote wilderness with absolutely NO prresumption of civilization...you will LOVE it here! Our journey along the coastline was stressfree (although, I was still feeling a bit peeky). The land is old. You can tell that the land is old by the shape of her hills...they are not full or jagged...they are rounded and worn down (like most good women!) But they are a lovely site to behold. there is life there...as we entered the Quatsino Sound, and rounded the lighthouse, we saw several humback whales breach...flukes waving majestically in the air as they descended. A brilliant dislay - unfortunately, my photography skills are not so brilliant.
Within a 45 minute period, besides whale there were sea otters, seals, eagles soaring overhead and huge fish jumping out of the sea! We followed Browning Inlet, which is more like a riverboat cruise than an ocean voyage. A svelte waterway that meanders into the wilderness. There we found the perfect anchorage; a small cove within the inlet. By first light, a black bear was spotted on the opposite shore. During our stay at Browning Inlet, it would be our morning ritual to watch the black bears lumber upon the shore: overturning rocks, looking for tasty tidbits, and continue on their way.
On our first day in Browning Inlet we were in the full throws of summer...a slight breeze, 85 desgres (90+ in our salon)...a glorious day. Matilda and I made several excursions to shore and explored our little cove. The following day was less brillian, but as thoroughly enjoyable. I rowed our tender to a low tide to collect littleneck clams (steamer clams)...hard work, but well worth the the effort. Afterwards, it was time to replenish our stores...I needed yogurt and more bread, so it became yogurt and bread making day...as it began to sprinkle outside, I knew that the timing was perfect!
A storm was moving in...the skies have clouded over and reports are that the winds will be increasing. We are snug in our private cove, and all is well. There are lots of places to explore in the Quatsino Sound, so all is not lost...I had often heard the phrase "this is God's Country", referring to the Oregon region, but I beg to differ, after this journey I now know that THIS IS GOD'S COUNTRY! Perhaps, God is a Canadian, eh?
We left the sanctuary of Sea Otter Cove early in the morning to venture back out into the great Pacific Ocean. However, today's journey was much more accomodating. The winds were moderate and the sea was at our back...we had only about 20 nautical miles to travel to reach our destination of Quatsino Sound. If you like remote wilderness with absolutely NO prresumption of civilization...you will LOVE it here! Our journey along the coastline was stressfree (although, I was still feeling a bit peeky). The land is old. You can tell that the land is old by the shape of her hills...they are not full or jagged...they are rounded and worn down (like most good women!) But they are a lovely site to behold. there is life there...as we entered the Quatsino Sound, and rounded the lighthouse, we saw several humback whales breach...flukes waving majestically in the air as they descended. A brilliant dislay - unfortunately, my photography skills are not so brilliant.
Within a 45 minute period, besides whale there were sea otters, seals, eagles soaring overhead and huge fish jumping out of the sea! We followed Browning Inlet, which is more like a riverboat cruise than an ocean voyage. A svelte waterway that meanders into the wilderness. There we found the perfect anchorage; a small cove within the inlet. By first light, a black bear was spotted on the opposite shore. During our stay at Browning Inlet, it would be our morning ritual to watch the black bears lumber upon the shore: overturning rocks, looking for tasty tidbits, and continue on their way.
On our first day in Browning Inlet we were in the full throws of summer...a slight breeze, 85 desgres (90+ in our salon)...a glorious day. Matilda and I made several excursions to shore and explored our little cove. The following day was less brillian, but as thoroughly enjoyable. I rowed our tender to a low tide to collect littleneck clams (steamer clams)...hard work, but well worth the the effort. Afterwards, it was time to replenish our stores...I needed yogurt and more bread, so it became yogurt and bread making day...as it began to sprinkle outside, I knew that the timing was perfect!
A storm was moving in...the skies have clouded over and reports are that the winds will be increasing. We are snug in our private cove, and all is well. There are lots of places to explore in the Quatsino Sound, so all is not lost...I had often heard the phrase "this is God's Country", referring to the Oregon region, but I beg to differ, after this journey I now know that THIS IS GOD'S COUNTRY! Perhaps, God is a Canadian, eh?
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