We left on April 24th, no wind as yet in the morning, we motored into the Broughtons, and once the wind came up a bit, Bert raised the genoa and we sailed towards Whitebeach passage and were aiming for Mound Island and Mound Bay.    Its beautiful here, once you sail into Mound Bay, a white shell midden is visible through the trees.    This is an old First Nation site, and apparently there used to be a burial ground here.     Once we were anchored, we headed to the shore. A kayak club meets here in the summer, there is a fire pit and the frame for a large tent.    The whole meadow in front of the forest was littered with paper plates, that had scattered in the winter wind.     I cleaned the place up, and found all these beautiful little wild violets growing underneath all that garbage.     The entrance to the forest is very dark and secretive, but once you walk under the trees, giant old growth trees, everything becomes very quiet and still, the trees are massive here, and there is no undergrowth, just the odd young Sitka or Douglas Fir.      It had a strange , almost too quiet feel to it,( remember the burial grounds).    Everywhere are holes in the ground , homes for furry critters, not sure what, but the holes were a good size!!!    Little orchids, Lady slippers, grow under the massive trunks of the trees, they just stand there, all by themselves, amazing little flowers, they are very hard to grow in any other kind of environment.   We stayed for a while, just taking in this wonderful place.