Tired. Bug-eaten. A beauriful evening after a day of tides. Watching tides change, conditions dramatically alter. A river's direction changed before our eyes at the mouth of Terror. It was something to see.
Highlights?
A black bear and two cubs doin' their thing in a little cove. The mother barks at the cubs and they retreat as our kayak draws too close.
The gates of Ford's Terror - rapids unbelieveable at low tide, then the amazing two hour watch of the turn of the tides, and riding the incoming through the mouth.
Finding the river of tidal zone beyond our destination capsite here, like the secret garden opening up into another stretch of gorgeous country, more lovely, with colours more vibrant than the dramatic cliffs of Ford's Terror.
Thoughts of lots of things, but much wonderful present too. Not much talk.
Tired.
Loving it.
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