hikayaking

Spring blossoms are blooming.

"Facing It", from Dancing at the Edge of the World by Ursula K. Le Guin

A little bird who visited during lunch.

A beautiful day for a hike. Followed a game trail to a little cozy nook for lunch.

I love a good charcuterie board.

Dakota 576 Crash Site from (19-April-1944). While on a navigation exercise, the aircraft overshot the Port Hardy Airport and ran out of fuel.

Hiking through the forest after a fresh rain.

The fluke of a diving orca while whale watching from my kayak.

A refreshing start to the morning.

A couple of starfish off the port bow (left hand side) of the kayak.

Sometimes a crab will look like a grumpy old man of the sea, ready to chase me out of their yard.

Is that really just a tiny island, or is it the camouflaged top to the entrance of a secret lair for a James Bond villain? I wonder. I mean they have to hide somewhere. Why not here?

I love the shallow waters at the edge of a beach, where freshwater streams trickle into the ocean. There's always a colorful collection of stones to explore and play with.

The thump, a thump, thump of a driftwood log, knocking at the edge of a beach.

Rainforest Passage