Day 4
Finally, a quiet anchorage where we can watch the sunset in solitude.
Day 5
We’ve found a snug little anchorage, tucked in a cove of Turnbull Island, a giant rock sprouting perfectly formed white pines. Similar smaller islands surround us, an archipelago, all dotted with pines and painted in brushstrokes of orange and yellow lichens.
The sun is still high in the sky, but we decide to take a dinghy ride around to explore. On the other side I find a beaver dam and plan to wait there at dusk to see if anyone is home.
Back at the boat, after lunch, as I’m lounging with a book, I hear a rustle in the bushes on the shoreline. I quickly grab the binoculars to see a raccoon making his way along on the edge of the water, moving between the rocks, fishing. Every once in a while a splash, then crunch-crunch-crunch of a fish being devoured. Raccoons are usually nocturnal, so I’m surprised a bit, but what a delight to witness.
At sunset, we head out as planned in the dinghy, only to find the beaver is already out and about. I don’t know who spots whom first, but soon enough, he dives under with a slap of this mighty tail and is gone.
A cold front moves in during the night, and we leave that spot in a gusty rain.
