Dawn came cold and crisp to the North River. We got the coffee on
and watched the sunrise over breakfast. Once the sun rose it warmed up quickly.
It is interesting to compare these photos with the one I took in 2002 of
a canoe
in the fog. The elegant dead tree that helped frame that scene had alas
fallen into the water.
We
followed the northern-most passage down to the Watson River
Chickee, and from
there into northern Whitewater Bay. We had planned to go up into The
Labyrinth, a network of small creeks and ponds, but the wind was blowing
down the bay towards our destination, so we decided to take advantage. We rafted
the canoes together and ate lunch while drifting lazily downwind.
The
Oyster Bay Chickee was waiting for us as we approached from the south.
Unfortunately this area had taken lots of hurricane damage. The west-facing side
of every island had a band of dead trees, and part of tent platform was sagging.
Not nearly as nice as
I remember it from 2005, but it was still great to be there!
The afternoon and sunset were exquisite. »»»