I encountered my first bear of the season on the grassy beach. I was walking along listening the sound of my bear bell be drowned out the squawking of geese down the beach, when I looked up to see a huge black bear grazing on the grass next to them. I let him enjoy that end of the beach and went for a walk in the forest. It’s warm. It feels like July. It’s quiet. No boats. The only sign of humanity are the scars of logging, all through the sound. It’s odd to feel so remote, yet see that at one point or another all the trees have been cut down. The bay shallows out significantly quicker than indicated on the charts. I was lucky I didn’t run aground. After anchoring I noticed the wonderful turquoise of shallow water unexpectedly close, and went to investigate in the dinghy. Upon confirming how shallow it was I pulled up the anchor and moved further out into the bay, just in case the wind comes up, I don’t want to be pinned so close to the shallows, it makes it impossible to weigh anchor single handed without ending up on the beach. I haven’t taken many photos because they are just so inadequate at capturing what it’s like to be out here, the beauty. It seems an injustice to present such a misleading representation.