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The next leg of our journey took us through three more sets of tidal rapids and into Johnstone Strait. Again, we were up early to time the rapids at slack water, but rewarded ourselves with a feast of bacon and blueberry pancakes going through the straits. After pounding through some lumpy seas, the calm channels of the Broughton Archipelago felt wild, deserted, almost mystical. Sam took the helm, and we drifted through watching bald eagles swoop.
It's chillier here, but beautiful too. Each day we hear the
squawk of blue herons (our namesake!), then have to pull out the "bird book" and binoculars since so many birds above the 50th parallel are new to us: Marbled murrelets, Arctic terns, ravens, loons. Fantastic!
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