Five of us -- four Yanks and my son's North Vancouver-based girl friend -- spent a lovely week in the western portion of the Deers last week, dipping in and out of light coastal fog, with one night of Camelot-like precipitation to spice the weather stew. Although there were many fishers looking for springs, we felt a strong sense of peace and isolation, just two miles from Bamfield on a point-cove on the protected side of Diana. Low swell and relatively light winds made for easy investigation of caves and surge channels, even a couple of runs through arches on Edward King and Tzartus Islands. We saw quite a few kayakers, many of them families in doubles, and a few groups of singles who wandered past our moon-snail-cluttered beach, searching for a campsite. One six-member group drifted past as dark fell, murky fog making them wisps of splash and headlamps a ghostly presence. The last morning a bevy of college students (all female) arrived at oh-dark-thirty via skiff frm the marine science center in Bamfield, armed with transit, stadia rod, shovels, clanking anchor chain, and giggles, part of a research effort to set up a protocol to sample for invasive species of clams. On our 1000-square meter beach, their fifty sampling plots yielded just one 5 mm butter clam, which clustered all fifteen women around the lucky finder. We could have told them about the gapers low down, but we did not want to skew their science [grin].