Motoring north through Fitz Hugh Sound, we spied two tugs pulling what looked like an entire neighborhood across the water. Getting closer, we could see it was a fish camp -- houses built on floats are common along this stretch of the B.C. coast's intricate maze of islands and waterways. A float plane as curious as we were also circled a few times for a closer look...
After a wonderful passage up Fitz Hugh Sound, we anchored at Pruth Bay, a magical spot and one of our favorite places of the entire trip. This late in the season, there were only two other boats. We pulled on our rubber boots, jumped into the dinghy, and sped ashore to hike the trail to West Beach -- a mile-long, deserted white-sand beach that is legendary along this wild coast. Emerging from the dense forest onto the beach was like hiking from a tunnel on B.C. on one side, and emerging in Polynesia on the other! Everything felt brighter, warmer, tropical even. The tide was out and beyond the flats were small basalt islets, some sprouting just a single tree, like a Japanese bonsai. Exquisite. It felt great to stretch our legs, and we walked the beach end to end, then simply sat on the smoothed logs that have drifted in and piled up over the years.
Dinner was back aboard Heron: grilled steaks, sauteed spinach, Parmesan couscous, and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Jeff snapped these shots of the full moon setting while he grilled steaks on the stern deck. Indeed, a magical place.
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