Fifteen souls gathered at Beaumont for a handful of days of paddling, eating, and slush dodging. |
Doug, Bruce, Dave launch from Port Browning, the easy access. |
Via the Pender Canal, a manmade waterway separating the two Penders. |
At times, a bit of current under the bridge; here is Greg from N. Saanich. |
Doug, stroking underneath. |
Bruce in the distance. |
The wide expanse of beach fronting Beaumont, locus for fifteen tents and hammocks. |
Small point adjacent to the Beaumont Beach. |
Skull Islets, offshore. |
And Poet Cove Resort at the far end of Bedwell Harbour. |
The Wind Dancer on the beach, disgorging its mantra. |
Beautiful tent sites behind the berm, certainly a midden area. |
Our second day was the last for most of the others, caught packing up in the morning. |
Houston's Solander |
Dan's fine Pygmy Coho, stuffed with daughter Maddie's kit. |
Tall Mark packing up. |
Elmo loading his blue poly boat. |
Greg's monster pile of gear. |
Which fits into this boat! Greg is about 6-4. |
Mystery kayak, next to ... |
Philip, cramming gear into and onto his boat. |
A cheery guy, with a great not-a-heart-attack tale. |
Just ask him about the commode in the next bed. |
Philip's very tidy attachment for his sail. |
Toredo wood, in Candi's hands. |
Worm sculpture at its finest. |
Could not coax a smile out of Houston. This looks like the Russian Princess pose. |
We three circumnavigated S Pender on a bluebird day, best one we had, at slack tide. |
Bruce and Doug, just off the beach. |
Bruce off Poet Cove, multimillion dollar development, |
Floats and dockage galore. |
Good public ramp, also. |
Forty-foot cruiser left as we slid by. |
The boys and the cruiser, leaving Poet Cove, headed east. |
Light at the edge of the Cove. |
Gear on drifwood, outside point on S. Pender. That's all, folks! |