As ever, the unknown was a larger demon than the deed itself. There was plenty of depth and very little current. But it was narrow. There's a short dogleg around a couple of charted obstructions in the narrowest part, so slack water gave us the luxury of going slowly around them.
Once in, we found ourselves in a circular little cove with easy anchoring and room for several boats. Kay whipped up an awesome halibut chowder for dinner and then the four of us rowed the dinghy to shore for a walk. There wasn't much in the way of shoreline, but the chart showed a lake nearby. We found the drainage into the cove and followed it through a mossy cedar forest to the primeval looking lake. There was no accessible shoreline on the lake either, but it was beautiful. I have little doubt that the lake and this cove look the same as they did ten thousand years ago. Untouched. OK one touch: a small path has begun to form where boaters like us have crawled through the brush in search of the lake. Everybody likes a little exercise and a view.
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