|In a guidebook's directions to an anchorage area it said to look for a white X in the granite. We finally found it!|
|A rickety dock with a stand-up paddleboard or kayak on it, and tents INSIDE the structure. Al says 'A little bit of paradise!'|
|I zoom in to a pretty little waterfall.|
|It's at the end of a very large landslide!|
We cross Blackfish Sound, known for whales and other wildlife doing fishing in the turbulent waters. We see porpoises. And then something BIGGER blows!
|The mist of that mighty exhale hangs in the air!|
|We believe we have seen two, and the are travelling the opposite direction of us. But wait, one has turned and is coming back!|
|This is why they are called HUMPbacks! Getting ready for a dive...|
|And the tail waves to us! We won't see it again this time -- they stay down quite a while when they dive.|
|Boy, it's a bad day to be a fish on Blackfish Sound! They are at the bottom of the food chain, after fisherpeople, porpoises, whales, and eagles! There are 5 or 6 eagles of all ages fishing.|
It is late afternoon when we reach Port McNeil, so we anchor in the bay for a miserable night of rain. We'll go in to the marina the next morning, and have that much more time to do business for the price of a nights moorage.
Three separate trips for groceries, a pizza supper, and a breakfast at the cafe restore our cupboards and our bodies to FULL status. AND, a sunny afternoon followed by a sunny morning recharges our psyches as well.
|City lights offer another option for roosting and surveying.|
Blackney Passage is just outside the entrance to our anchorage, and it gets a lot of boat traffic -- fishermen, cruisers, tug and tows, and cruise ships!
|Ugh. Grey dark dreary drippy clouds. July in the Broughtons.|
There! You are now caught up. Well, for another week or so anyway.