June 12th

We left our glamping site and headed for Robson Bight, where the orcas rub there bellies, under cloudy skies, but smooth water. For most of the morning, it was a quiet paddle while enjoying the rugged coastline imaginable. Rock faces chisled by retreating glaciers adorned with sea creatures below the tide line and abused logs tossed by passing storms. All topped with a thick, wild forest.

[Rugged, rocky coastline]

By time we entered Robson Bight, the north west winds had picked and forced us into the area closer to shore than we were supposed to be due to the orca restrictions. We didn't see any orcas frolicating in the surf, or anywhere esle for that matter, so we took the safe route after discussing the consequences of being hauled up before the Royal Canadian Mounted Police for violating the restriction. There are several solar-powered remote cameras with microwave links to somewhere to help keep an eye on the activities at the Bight. 

While the Bight is not that large, it is large enough that I had to stop for a pee break just before we noticed the sign designating the far side of the protected area. Strike two.