Wednesday morning Sarah and I drove north to Masset. We stopped in Port Clements for fuel and the view. The former was about $1.60/L and the latter was priceless.
It wasn’t windy, but it was awfully chilly. The sun was nice.
We slept two nights at Agate Beach and visited Tow Hill.
The moon rise was grand. The sunrise a few minutes later painted the sky beautifully.
Alas, the olde truism eventually set in; all good things must come to an end. I got in one last photo as I stood on the beach watching Sarah’s plane taxi before takeoff.
May the adventure be with you…