Every night we're anchored in another beautiful spot. This is one of the prettiest of the pretty. We wound our way through the mist, passing between islets shrouded with scraggy trees and tendrils of fog. We're near the head of Viner Inlet and the scenery is breathtaking.
Will left us this morning and we are sad to see him go. Life drags us all back by the scruff of the neck eventually. After tonight we have one more night before Port Hardy and the end of leg two.
Kay would love this cove. It's very birdy. King Fisher chatter along the shoreline. As soon as I bring up the Merlin app to identify others, the birds go silent. Insufferable cretins.
We have this cove to ourselves tonight. We're swinging on a mooring ball of unknown quality. If the weather forecast is right, it shouldn't matter how well it's built because we'll just be floating placidly next to it.
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