We are staying here , in Shearwater, till this storm has passed, then we head south again, every time the weather is good, we move, we would like to go to Sointula on Malcom island, the marina there is very reasonable, we love the walk into the village, where there is a nice coffee shop, a 100 year old co-op store with everything you just might need, then we can also walk on the ferry which goes to Port McNeill. So, we will see, we can then  rent a car in Port McNeill,and go south on the island. All just a plan, but we need to be in a safe harbor for the winter months. For now, i want to thank all of you, who have been looking at the blog, i love all the responses. I am not stopping, just taking a break.

I cannot begin to discribe everything i/we have seen and experienced, the beauty out here is overwhelming,  the one way for me to express it all is through my photos, some writers can put it all into words, and i so admire that.  The summer has gone too fast, seems to go way faster when you get older, and maybe therefore you live each day more to the fullest. I never had imagined all the different colors of the water, the trees on the outside of the coast, that grow like a bonsai, the bases are huge, but the trees are short, branches that grow every which way, moss on all of them, the colors of green and blue, intertwined, then the bright yellow of seaweed, i just keep looking, keep watching , and take it all in. The animals and all the critters out here, are elusive, wild, you need to be in an anchorage at least 3 days, to start seeing them, to get to know them. It is so different in a place like Shearwater where we are now. We had barely tied to the breakwater, and out come three otters, rolling and washing , untill they heard the click of the camera, they had not expected that, but waited long enough for me to make a few shots. Two seagulls here have already claimed us as their own, especially after a few tidbits…….Sandhill Cranes fly over here, we can hear their call, yesterday a flock of about 80 Surfbirds landed on the logs, next to us.   We had seen them fly , in beautiful formation, called a murmuration, their backs are black, their bellies white, so we saw all black spots, and in the exact moment all white, swirling in the air, staying the precise distance away from each other, its so amazing to watch. These little birds mate on the tundra, and live on the coast in winter. When they sit on the logs, they chatter constantly, and bicker together, some chase each other, others just go to sleep.