Princess Cove, Wallace Island

September 10, Sailed to Wallace Island and anchored in tiny Princess Cove, which is part of a British Columbia Marine Park. Because of limited swinging room (believe me, this boat is a real swinger), we tied the stern of the boat to shore. That's me in the dinghy tying our stern line to a shore chain that had been installed by the park service.

Wallace island is about 3 miles long and very narrow. It is almost entirely in its natural state, except for a small private in-holding, and a few primitive campsites for kayakers. The place abounds with bird life, as we saw several blue herons, and heard exotic bird calls that sounded like steam whistles. We watched an otter dive for its crab breakfast this morning and then return to its burrow just above the high tide line.

Donna and I hiked about 5 miles on Wallace. Along the way, we came across a cabin that had been part of a long-gone resort. The place was festooned with pieces of decorated driftwood that boaters had left - an interesting tradition.

We now have a new camera, thanks to Norman, who bought one for us! It is now residing permanently in a waterproof case, just in case.