Fury Cove to Pruth. May 27, 2013.
01 June 2013 | Posted at Prince Rupert
Photo: Steve hiking up a trail in Hakai Recreation Area. Does this look like a rain forest?
It was my birthday and I decided what I most wanted was to get off the boat and take a walk. Pruth Bay in the Hakai Recreation Area, with its hiking trails was only a few miles away. We’d gotten a later start than we planned because of helping Perdon, but there was still time to get there and go ashore.
We motored out of the cove and set sail in a gentle southeasterly. In less than an hour, the southeasterly died; we rolled up the jib and motored. Then a northerly came up and we rolled out the jib and tacked up the Sound. By the time we got to the entrance to Kwakshua Channel, a brisk westerly was roaring right at us. We took down the sails and motored to anchor. At least we got some sailing. But by the time we anchored, we just wanted to relax. Steve took a nap and I worked on this blog.
At 5 pm we set off ashore. It seemed late to start a hike but it would be light until 10:00 so we had plenty of time. We could eat dinner later. I was determined to get my birthday hike.
We walked across an isthmus to the ocean on the west side of Calvert Island, then south along a beautiful sandy beach. At the end of the beach we found a trail, marked by a crab float, the traditional Pacific Northwest trail marker. The trail, part boardwalk and part mud, led along a cliff with spectacular views of the bay below. We came to a fork that gave us a choice between beaches and lookout. We chose the lookout trail and climbed up stairways and ramps until we came out on a plateau. We were standing on the top of a granite knob and could look out towards more granite knobs and ridges to the east and ocean to the west. Sparse vegetation partially covered the granite. I could see that where the ground sloped, the rain would run off, leaving little chance for trees to take root. Where hollows collected rain water, pools and bogs formed. I was looking at a rainforest desert.
As we stood on the knob looking out, the sky darkened and a light rain began to fall. We turned and headed back, reaching the boat about 8:30, still time to cook some vacuum packed steaks we’d bought in Pender Harbour.
We’re sailing for many of my birthdays so I rarely get to celebrate at a fancy restaurant. But when I look back at these birthdays, I find I remember them more clearly than the ones I celebrate at home.