I've been living in the power mainland for a few years and hadn't gone paddling in Howe Sound. What a travesty! Anyways the wind looked like it would cooperate, so I launched from Porteau Cove on Saturday.
There was a tiny bit of wind. Very intermittent whitecaps forming. Once I wrapped around the north end of Anvil it was totally calm.
The paddle was nice and quiet. I saw very few others on the water. One that stood out is this old ferry.
I'm going to cross my fingers and hope it doesn't become another permanent eyesore. Time will tell. There was a sheen on the water that made me a bit pessimistic.
My campsite for the first night was Sir Thomas Lipton. I had envisioned a nice quiet night to myself, but as I got closer I could see hundreds of birds and hear dozens of sea lions.
They kept up their lullaby all evening, through the night, and even sang a ditty on my departure. Sleep was fleeting.
Knowing that was likely to be the case I tried to put myself into a semi comatose state by eating more than I really needed to.
Crunchy, greasy, warm. Yum yum. It almost worked.
I broke camp and left fairly early, stopping for a break at Halkett Bay. I had intended a bit of a siesta to make up for a poor night sleep but I had company over for lunch, so was too busy listening to their stories.
HONK, BLURF, HONK, CHUFF, BLURGH, FFFUUUGH, HONK, ROAR, BELCH, etc.
So lunch was dealt with swiftly and I was on my merry way.
Some birds were frolicking by the water. I believe these are L.B.B. (little brown bird) but perhaps someone has the scientific/correct name.
I also saw a stunning piece of art. The limits of human expression are truly unreachable.
I made my way to the Ramillies Channel site.
Nice pebble beach! No noisy neighbours!
It was early enough in the day that I set up a tarp and had a whole kitchenette to myself. Not the best area for a tarp but I made it work.
For this trip I brought the entire tent. The first night I used just the fly, the second I used the inner body as well. I noticed no difference other than one is more work to set-up and tear down.
Still in my 'i don't like tents' phase.
The moon peeked out to say hello while I popped out to tinkle. It astounds me what a cell phone camera can do sometimes.
The next day I slept in a bit and had a lazy morning packing up before cruising back over to Porteau. The calm drizzle was nice. I even stopped for a while to feel the rain on my face. It's good to be alive!
I packed up the car and made it most of the way home before my radiator hose exploded. Thanks for holding out until the end of the trip little buddy!
All in all a pretty good weekend!
There was a tiny bit of wind. Very intermittent whitecaps forming. Once I wrapped around the north end of Anvil it was totally calm.
The paddle was nice and quiet. I saw very few others on the water. One that stood out is this old ferry.
I'm going to cross my fingers and hope it doesn't become another permanent eyesore. Time will tell. There was a sheen on the water that made me a bit pessimistic.
My campsite for the first night was Sir Thomas Lipton. I had envisioned a nice quiet night to myself, but as I got closer I could see hundreds of birds and hear dozens of sea lions.
They kept up their lullaby all evening, through the night, and even sang a ditty on my departure. Sleep was fleeting.
Knowing that was likely to be the case I tried to put myself into a semi comatose state by eating more than I really needed to.
Crunchy, greasy, warm. Yum yum. It almost worked.
I broke camp and left fairly early, stopping for a break at Halkett Bay. I had intended a bit of a siesta to make up for a poor night sleep but I had company over for lunch, so was too busy listening to their stories.
HONK, BLURF, HONK, CHUFF, BLURGH, FFFUUUGH, HONK, ROAR, BELCH, etc.
So lunch was dealt with swiftly and I was on my merry way.
Some birds were frolicking by the water. I believe these are L.B.B. (little brown bird) but perhaps someone has the scientific/correct name.
I also saw a stunning piece of art. The limits of human expression are truly unreachable.
I made my way to the Ramillies Channel site.
Nice pebble beach! No noisy neighbours!
It was early enough in the day that I set up a tarp and had a whole kitchenette to myself. Not the best area for a tarp but I made it work.
For this trip I brought the entire tent. The first night I used just the fly, the second I used the inner body as well. I noticed no difference other than one is more work to set-up and tear down.
Still in my 'i don't like tents' phase.
The moon peeked out to say hello while I popped out to tinkle. It astounds me what a cell phone camera can do sometimes.
The next day I slept in a bit and had a lazy morning packing up before cruising back over to Porteau. The calm drizzle was nice. I even stopped for a while to feel the rain on my face. It's good to be alive!
I packed up the car and made it most of the way home before my radiator hose exploded. Thanks for holding out until the end of the trip little buddy!
All in all a pretty good weekend!
