Later Friday evening Clyde texted me with a simple question. "How about an overnight trip to Barhaven?"
I replied, "Or maybe Gulch... decide when we get there."
"What time you want me to pick you up in the morning?" he asked.
"As early as you can stand it" was my answer.
"I'll be there at 7 am..."
This is a typical conversation of how we plan our little trips...
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By 10 am-ish we were in Garden Cove and unloading our kayaks, and packing in the gear.
By 11 am-ish we were on the water and crossing over to Sound Island.
On the northern end of the channel the water was calm.
The further south we paddled the more wind and wave we paddled into.
Taking our time, we landed at Carroll Point one side or the other of 3 pm. [Later I was told by a Garden Cove local that the name is really Carroll Sandy Point.]
It was warm and sunny and it didn't take long for our paddling clothes to dry.
We put up our tents. Clyde's (closet in picture) is a Tarptent Moment DW, and mine is a Tarptent Scarp 1... both great little tents.
After we had made camp ready it was time to relax with a cold one. Clyde had brought a little cooler to keep our beer on ice...
With the relaxing over with we set our attention to getting some supper. Clyde fried up some hamburgers and I made some rice to go with them, and supplied a couple fruit cups for dessert.
Cleaning up supper dishes is hard work, so it was time to relax a little more...
...before the chore of collecting firewood for the evening had to be done. We had a little trouble getting the fire going in the evening wind but soon had a mesmerizing blaze to stare into...
The evening wind had dropped out during the night, and the morning was still when I crawled out of my tent.
I packed up most of my camping gear and had my breakfast on the beach by myself; Clyde was a sleepy head this morning. After breakfast I walked around a little bit, sizing up the day. Before long Clyde emerged and soon had his breakfast shoveled down.
As we contemplatively sat on the beach a caribou came around the little headland down the shore. Apparently they have keen eyesight (I Googled this fact) but I guess it wasn't bothered by us as it ambled its way closer and closer so we could get a good look it, or perhaps it was getting a better look at us...
It was right around 10:30 am when we left the beach.
We crossed over to La Plante Cove for a look around, and then took our time handrailing the shore. I say "took our time" but we received a pretty good push with the southerly wind in our back.
At Ratting Brook Falls (I believe that is the name) the water was flowing rather nicely.
We took-out in the cove and tramped up the trail to have a look from above...
On the way back I took time to small the flowers.
We walked back to the cove and made some lunch. I warmed up some bottled Deer meat and canned peas, and Clyde broke out the bread and butter and put on the kettle to have a cup of tea with our lunch. We topped our meal off with a cookie that Clyde fished out of his kayak...
I didn't take any more pictures after we left our lunch spot. There was no need to - I had taken over a hundred pictures since the morning before and had taken nearly forty minutes of video to add another vlog to my YouTube Channel... you can see more of Rudolf's kin by clicking here...
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