It’s another pretty morning, and not as windy as yesterday, so I’m anxious to get out on the water and see if I can get some more bear shots.  Well, those bears must have found a better breakfast spot, because I waited for them to appear for quite some time before giving up and heading back to the boat.  

Last year I took photos of the pretty point on the north side of False Bay.  This year, that pretty point is sporting a satellite for a large fish farm.  Sad.

Just before I got to the boat, I notice a little wake up ahead.  At first I couldn’t figure out what was making the wake.  So, I zoomed in on it and discovered a mink swimming for all he was worth.  

I started paddling for all I was worth, hoping to catch up with him before he landed.  But then, he spotted me, and instead of paddlng for the shore, he went submarine.  I never saw him again.  What a clever devil.

This evening, just before dark, Al spotted a bear turning rocks onshore.  I grabbed my camera and tried to get some shots, even though it was almost dark.