Our first totem pole. This is in the woods, well-hidden by brambles.
On to the fabled Broughton Archipeligo. Mist, trees and rocks. We finally, after three months of sailing, had an anchorage to ourselves.
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.