I headed back out to the entrance again this morning.  Other than the lonely loon, there wasn’t much going on.  

Just as I was heading back to the boat, I spotted a bear turning rocks on the beach.  The wind had picked up and I was having a devil of a time trying to focus on the bear, while maintaining situational awareness, as I was being blown onto the beach, where I might become the bear’s main course.

Not finding anything that tickled his fancy in the shellfish section, the bear headed for some delicious looking grass that caught his eye.  Judging by the contented look on his face, I’d say he rather liked it.

Then, he headed for dessert.  There were some tasty devil’s club berries just ripe for picking, but, unfortunately, they were just out of range of my camera.  After dessert, the bear headed back into the trees, and I headed back to the boat.

After dinner, when the tide was high, we pulled the anchor and headed for Wallace Bight, just 20 minutes east of here.  The entrance to Wallace Bight is extremely shallow, so we don’t like to enter unless it’s high tide.  As usual, there weren’t any boats in the anchorage, so we have the whole place to ourselves.