Snuggled up in my sleeping bag sitting in the main salon area, listening to the rain dripping. We've been lucky: little rain, few mosquitos, fairly warm.
Two and a half weeks in to our 12 week trip and it is difficult to recall all the various anchorages. Although they all have salt water, trees, hills and maybe mountains, they are also quite unique from each other. I try to recall the differences to remember that wonderful places we've been.
Fly Basin was memorable, not for flies thankfully, but for the long, quiet dinghy excursion I took. Not only the feeling of ancient surroundings of mossy, fern-covered trees, but also the hidden marine and wildlife we don't see when on Quijote. Sea Stars, sea cucumbers, schools of little fishies. A mama duck and her ducklings nestled on a tiny rock island. The sound of a mammal splashing into the water's edge. So much life going on, day in and day out, regardless of the rest of the world.
Fury Cove was memorable for the many other anchored boats, the three of us playing frisbee on the beach, exploring rich tide pools on the edge of Queen Charlotte Sound.
Claydon Bay where we were greeted by an island of lazy, sleepy seals. Dining al fresco while listening and watching pairs of loons. Sitting on the deck until the sun goes down, the birds become quiet, the stars begin the show.
The list goes on. Every anchorage being unique, beautiful, full of life.
