up soon after 4:00am. After a breakfast of cold salmon soup with chunks
of fish, followed by the coffee from the thermos, I had packed
my kayak. The surf was minimal and did not cause any problems.
With everything ready ahead of schedule I had spent a bit of time
munching on the berries and photographing the shore and the creek
estuary, from my kayak.
we had departed. The north-west wind was not particularly strong,
however the side waves (we were crossing in the north-north-east
direction) were taking their toll. They had slowed my progress, as I
had to push hard on one side to keep the kayak on its course, and
forced single hardshell kayaks to tack at sharp angles to the waves, to
minimize the chance of capsizing. We had first crossed to Duncan
Island, in less than an hour, and then rested for a while under
protection of Hurst Island, while the double kayak was checking out the
nearby fish farm. Then we moved closer to Hurst Island. There was an
interesting rock some distance away, covered with birds, and one kayak
had left to see what was there. The second one had followed soon thereafter.
waiting, we saw a large group of kayakers paddling in the direction of
our intended campsite in Harlequine Bay. When our kayaks returned, we
had followed the group. Fortunately, they were on a day trip, out of
their camp on Bell Island. After chatting with them for a
while, we had continued into the bay and soon located the campsite. It had a nice
group site on a hill, large enough for up to six tents. I had paddled
about 100m further and found a flat area in the tidal zone, just big
enough for my tent and kayak.
group had left for a half-a-day paddle to explore the park islands,
while I decided to catch up on sleep and dedicate the rest of the day
to photographing the island interior and hopefully its opposite shore,
if I would manage to find a trail through the thick forest. By not
going to Cape Sutil I had added a few extra days to my safety reserve.
This allowed me to slow down, if desired. I had also decided to dedicate the
whole next day to exploring and photographing the park islands from the
kayak, and to replenishing my fresh water reserves.
get much sleep, though: initially, the crows moved next to my tent and
began resolving whatever issues they had had among themselves, or maybe
discussing the latest news, something very exciting, considering the
level of noise that they were making. Then three women had passed close
to my tent, apparently hiking a trail from the God's Pocket Resort
located on the opposite side of the island.
I had packed my
photo gear in a backpack and went into the forest to take some
pictures. This forest was logged 15-20 years ago, with young trees now
growing dense among stumps and old fallen trunks.
had called it a sad forest: it reminded me a crowd of teenagers packed
up shoulder to shoulder and trying to find their way in the world
without the guidance of the older generation. After several
unsuccessful attempts, I had found a way to the bay on the other side of
the island and took a number of pictures.
I had also found some curious designs of nature on the rocky shore, like this number 4.
I got back to the camp, I had found that the group had returned, but two
people went to for a hike to the resort. On the two-hour kayaking trip
they had checked Bell Island and Head Island, and did not uncover
anything particularly exciting. Head Island had some signs of
logging (it was not part of the park). In my camp, I enjoyed a dinner
of mashed potatoes with the salmon. Thereafter, I had joined the group
for a delicious chocolate mousse pudding. Everyone also got a freshly
baked cookie: compliments of God's Pocket Resort, not sure if it came
from the kayakers staying there or from the staff, but in any case -
The group had decided to paddle north-west,
if the weather permits, to Nigei Island. I bet my farewell at 9:00pm
and returned back to my tent, only to be surprised by a deer foraging
on seaweeds near my camp. After taking a few pictures of the deer, I
went to bed.