20 June 2012 Isabel Bay, Lancelot Inlet, Malaspina Inlet, Desolation Sound
Desolation wasn’t quite desolate when we arrived, but it was dark. Cloudy. The mountains invisible. Glowering, looming, lowering sky. But today we wake and the sky is blue. Birds sing; the water is still and reflective as a mirror, and the mountains have revealed themselves in all of their snow-capped glory. The water makes a wavering mirror world: shining stones, green trees and mosses, blue sky and a scribble of clouds in the northwest. It is the first day of summer and we are in Desolation Sound and it is (almost) warm enough to go swimming. We’ll go anyway.
The sky is still light at 11, a few stars shining feebly: big dipper, little dipper, nothing but pale spots.