Booker Lagoon to Lady Boot Cove

At the risk of sounding redundant, we awoke to cloudy but dry skies. The new news is that by the time we got ready to go Kayaking, the sun actually broke through. With sunglasses donned, we took to the water to see what we could see at low water.


The views from the Kayak are always the best

After exploring the little cove where we anchored, we headed across the Lagoon to see if the islet where we spotted seals yesterday still had them in residence. Alas, the seals were not there, but the birds we also saw yesterday were all present and accounted for.


Karen takes the lead


Karen looking for more critters


Lots of gulls


The aerial aerobatics are always fun to watch

Mostly gulls inhabited the islets, but we did manage to spot some Sanderlings, small birds that are perfectly camouflaged for the drying rocks they forage upon. In fact, they are almost invisible in most of the photos I took.


Sanderlings line up on the rocks


Now you know why this area is so popular with Kayakers


Kayaks allow us to go places you could never explore otherwise


Karen enjoys the sun while we have it


"Home" again

After returning to the boat, we secured the Kayaks on board and enjoyed some lunch. We have a few hours to wait until we can go back through Booker Lagoon passage, so Karen dove into her books and I worked on my pictures. Of course there was also some napping mixed in for good measure.

About 5:15 we lift anchor and made our way to Booker Passage. Again at high slack water, the passage was uneventful and we quickly rounded the point marked by the stone man navigation aid or “inukshuk”.

As we made our way over to Lady Boot Cove, I spotted some water spouts off in the distance followed by a breaching humpback whale. He put on a show for a minute that included more breaching and many consecutive tail slaps. Then he was gone, and we proceeded on course, buoyed by the first Humpback sighting of the trip.

It was a short trip over to Lady Boot and an easy entrance. With no other boats in the Cove, we set our anchor in the center of the cove and enjoyed a beer while swinging gently to the current.

The fog continued to roll in from Queen Charlotte Strait and by the time we went to bed, we were encased in a cold mist.