On the first, our increasingly ridiculous luck held, as overcast conditions kept the inflow winds at bay and allowed us to make our way out of Princess Royal Channel.
By this time, Emily had caught on to the fact that around 85% of my daily mental energy was being spent thinking about winds, tides, and currents. I suspect that this cognitive focus is coming through on these daily logs.
Carl and I both favored a shorter day; we were tired! But also felt that we should take advantage of the conditions we received to the extent possible.
A somewhat later start and an earlier stop than the prior several days put us just West of Kingcome Point, on the Northern end of Princess Royal Island. The landscape there was striking--the first time since Desolation Sound that I felt like we were in someplace that rivaled the beauty of Northern Southeast Alaska. Dramatic cliffs and high peaks, as well as the relatively open water of Wright sound to the West. It may have helped that the setting felt somewhat mysterious, with the peaks surrounding us drifting in and out of the fog.
We camped on a flat, mossy table over a cobble beach. Beautiful site, and a great end to a good day, topped off by whale sightings as we made camp.
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