Broken Group - Day 3 - British Columbia, Canada

I awoke to a strange sound - silence.  My tent had remained dry and the storm had passed, but it was cold!  Gerry emerged from his tent with his fleece hat and vest, Paul quickly dawned his paddling gear, and I had to dig out my polar fleece.   

We headed out to the inner section of islands to poke our noses in some gunkholes and see what we found.  We paddled up to Nettle Island and around the Park Ranger's house/dock and then out to the more exposed water to the southeast.  

The waves today were larger, probably 2-3 meters, and big enough that you sometimes lost sight of land and the rest of the group when you were in a trough.  We picked our way through the islets and rocks arriving on Gibralter once again for lunch.   The first question of the day from nearly everyone was, "How was it here last night."

Gerry asked this of the couple we'd seen on Gibralter previously as they were breaking down their camp.  Apparently it wasn't bad there, although we are unsure of her credibility or reliability as was loading a 2 foot bong into her boat while answering the question!

After Paul found a suitable stick to spread his peanut butter, we had lunch.  As we were leaving, we were shown and example of "How not to Load a Kayak" from our bong-toting friends.  The girl had about 2 feet of gear stacked on the back deck and about a foot and a half high pile on the front. (Apparently the bong took up quite a bit of room)

We meandered back to Dodd and decided to call it a day a little early, as the prospect of a warm fire was very inviting.    In a nod to no-impact camping, we had a fire which could be easily viewed from the moon, and were able to warm our bones a bit, between rain showers.

We decided that we should probably head to Toquart Bay tomorrow to avoid having to leave Dodd Island at 0600 on Friday.  So, we planned to break camp in the morning.