Our first totem pole. This is in the woods, well-hidden by brambles.
The famous sea-wolf on the bottom of the pole.
The old house posts were still standing, as was the main house and hospital. Written about in the fabulous "A Curve in Time" by M. Wylie Blanchett, in the 1920s, we were thrilled to see it in person. Once a native village, and built on clam shell midden ten-twenty feet deep, it became a school site, hospital for girls, and mission. Today it has been left to the porcipines and blackberry bushes. We also found mint, apples, plums, thimble berries, and chives. There must have been quite a garden. Some major weed infestations to deal with, now, though. But are they historic weed infestations?
It is easy to find the old native villages by the white shell beaches, centuries of clambakes. This one also held bits of broken class, porcelain, shoe soles, and other ponderables. Enought to make an archologist go nutters.
The beach and the old pier.
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The result is a lazy clam chowder, feet and all, with homemade wheat rolls.
On the way to the Broughton Islands, we rounded a point and watched a powerboat come to a full stop near some cliffs. Then he roared off again. Thinking there might be something interesting we rubber-necked and spotted these amazing petroglyphs of sailing ships and a horse-drawn buggy. Obviously done by someone back in a time when these things were still notable enough to paint on rock walls. Very, very lucky find. Not all powerboaters are bad, we will remind you.
The beach and the old pier.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In one bay, we found a bushel of cockles. Lazy clams, they don't dig in to the sand. Instead they use their foot (delectable) to flip themselves from place to place.
The result is a lazy clam chowder, feet and all, with homemade wheat rolls.
On the way to the Broughton Islands, we rounded a point and watched a powerboat come to a full stop near some cliffs. Then he roared off again. Thinking there might be something interesting we rubber-necked and spotted these amazing petroglyphs of sailing ships and a horse-drawn buggy. Obviously done by someone back in a time when these things were still notable enough to paint on rock walls. Very, very lucky find. Not all powerboaters are bad, we will remind you. Be sure to click on the photos to see the details. 
On to the fabled Broughton Archipeligo. Mist, trees and rocks. We finally, after three months of sailing, had an anchorage to ourselves.
Serene.
Mo taking her frustrations out on a defenseless whole wheat bread dough. Blain's just glad it wasn't him.
A few big trees still left on the coast. The largest we've seen have been near native settlements. These two buddies, one a big leaf maple, and the other a western red cedar, must have some stories to tell.
We've been able to pull out the kayak again in the more protected island passages, and we pull it behind the dingy. No one's been brave enough to ride in it, yet.
And finally, Chance, none too happy about the newly enforced life-jacket policy. That's him showing his "ticked-off" ears.
On to the fabled Broughton Archipeligo. Mist, trees and rocks. We finally, after three months of sailing, had an anchorage to ourselves.
Quiet.
Serene.
Mo taking her frustrations out on a defenseless whole wheat bread dough. Blain's just glad it wasn't him.
A few big trees still left on the coast. The largest we've seen have been near native settlements. These two buddies, one a big leaf maple, and the other a western red cedar, must have some stories to tell.
We've been able to pull out the kayak again in the more protected island passages, and we pull it behind the dingy. No one's been brave enough to ride in it, yet.
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