Ewing Cove

After a loop up into the Canadian Gulf Islands and over to Vancouver, we have come to rest back at Sucia Island. This time we are anchored in Ewing Cove, the smallest bay on this island of bays. The shores are lined with cliffs of soft, gold-colored sandstone, eroded out by the waves into odd shapes. Arbutus trees mix with fir on the high ground, and there are otters, seabirds, and weird kelps along the shore.
Plus, the sky is cloudless and the air is warm. We’ve been here three days and can’t see any reason to leave.