We have a few sun breaks this morning as I set out on my paddle.  This is a spectacular spot, with steep 3,000 ft. high mountains surrounding the anchorage.  The mountains are solid granite with 150 ft. trees growing in cracks and crevices, hanging on by their toenails.  It’s surprising there aren’t more landslides than there are.  

It was high tide, so I headed up the creek at the head of the inlet.  I didn’t get very far before the creek narrowed considerably, and I ran out of water.  This is a favorite spot for grizzlies, so I didn’t feel comfortable paddling in shallow water.  I decided the sensible thing to do would be to get out and walk my kayak back to deeper water.

The last time we were in Cornwall, many years ago, we found a new, well-constructed native sweat lodge.  The workmanship was beautiful.  I decided to check it out again.  Sadly, the sweat lodge has suffered from neglect.  The beautiful cedar planks haven’t been preserved, and weeds have overgrown the paths.  Too bad.

The view from the porch is beautiful.  I hope someone rescues this place before it falls into total ruin.

I took this shot from the porch.  That’s “Jubilación” in the distance.

Near the sweat lodge, I saw a flash of red land in a small pine tree.  I’m not certain, but this looks like a Hepatic Tanager, although they are not supposed to be this far north.

Along the shore I ran across this small seasonal creek hidden away behind a fallen tree. 

By laying flat, I was able to push myself under the log and get close enough for this shot.

When I got back to the boat, I found that hummers had found our feeder.

It wasn’t long before the rain returned with a vengeance.