A couple of days later, 120 miles to the north east we dropped anchor at what is to me is one of the most beautiful places to date we have seen, Tonsina Bay. An enclosed bay has it entrance protected by an island and so the waters inside were tranqui with the old growth Spruce forest extending to the shoreline. The water was so deep that we found a small well protected nook and tied the stern of Monkey Fist to the shore. The salmon were congregating outside the streams that were feeding the bay, awaiting rain to allow them to swim up to their spawning grounds upstream.

At many of these such bays there is evidence that tranquillity isn't always to be found. There are often stands of Spruce trees that are stripped of branches and have the trunks snapped off. In winter time williwaws of unimaginable intensity are hurled down the valleys. I, for one, would not like to be there to witness them.