Dezo

As promised, I visited Desolation Sound, known to the Victorian sailing set as Dezo. Desolation isn't quite the adjective that I would choose, surely Captain Cook had found somewhere more desolate than that in all his world travels. The really misleading name is the "Sunshine Coast" which it is a part of...

Its a long trip up there, and we arrived at the Little River ferry terminal with about 2 hours to spare. The older generation got heavily involved in bridge, much to the disgust of Dix, who has formed an anti-bridge alliance amongst the non-converted. They were a lot happier though, because it was pissing rain the whole time, and the non-bridge crowd had nothing to do but stand around in the parking lot. Eventually we ordered a pizza to keep our spirits up.

The following day we kayaked, and I can proudly say that my boat was the only one which managed to keep all of its passengers throughout the journey. Other than the baby boat, which stayed firmly in the inner harbour. The picture here included makes it look rather more dramatic than it actually was, but don't let that take away from the hushed amazement about my skills.

Later that day we ventured into the real desolation sound for dinner on a little boat. The captain could call bald eagles, and he would throw them food which they would swoop down to eat. I've never seen so many eagles before. They've made a really good comeback from the DDT years. The mountains up desolation sound are spectacular, as mountains tend to be. Our dinner consisted of Crab and prawns, which he gave us useful instruction in eating, for which we were grateful. We got another earful of bagpipes out on the sound, upsetting many and delighting a few.

Today we had wild excitement, touring Powell River and it pulp and paper facilities waiting for a ferry again.