A Brunch to Remember

We climbed to the top to be exposed to SW howling winds.

  

orange sea cucumbers



Day 4
Luxurious lie in awaking to sounds of laughter from the driftwook kitchen. Barb was making her famous Eggs Benny.

mmmmm good!

The wind this am was a fierce 25knots NW. A few of us adventurous souls made a plan to paddle over to burial island and the others remained in camp to rest and do crafts. We paddled to the sea otter raft of about 50 we viewed from the S. end of the island.


Sea otter.....Isn't she sweet

  White caps on the water and no need to paddle the push was so powerful. Unable to brake using a paddle so we grabbed onto kelp branches to slow down and stop. A short distance determined it was too dangerous to continue on the outside coast so we turned around ( a very difficult feat) and sailed down the E. side of Is. 44 whizzing over eel grass.
We steered in the basin inside big Nuchatlitz Is. and found relief from the gale.



Darlene in a kelp bed

 We wound our way deeper into the lagoon past a shoreline of quaint cottages, stopped to admire bat stars and sea cucumbers.

 

We took a break on a grassy knoll, shared a picnic and Jill, Darlene, Anna and I continued to the end of the lagoon while Brenda stayed behind to nap. We disembarked in mud-yuk! tied up the boats and made our way through a little forest path that opened up onto a large outside sandy beach facing East. We waded through stacks of driftwood, finding kelp sculptures, mammal bones and foreign debris. At the S. e beach we climbed over a rocky point onto another beach equally as interesting.



I was fascinated by a large knoll that presented as a lush array of plants dripping down its rocky face.

Lush meadow on the top

In time we retraced our steps back to the inside lagoon and paddled off to collect sleeping Brenda. Since the tide was up we paddled through a narrow outlet to get out in now manageable 10kt winds.



Kokopeli's shadow?



Anna's depiction of a windy scene today



 Arrived back at camp at about 6pm hungry, and exhausted to be greeted by our friends who presented us with hors d'oerves and wine. Kathy's chef night, Italian sausage sauce on penne pasta which we ate sitting in the sun on the South beach.