Monday & Tuesday July 21 & 22:
The next couple of days in Tenedos Bay were spent alot like the days in Princess Louisa Inlet. Lots of hiking, swimming and exploring via dinghy. We also did some crabbing/Shrimping.
As usual, you can follow along on the MAP.
Directly behind the spot were Palarran was anchored was a couple hundred foot tall cliff. From the cockpit of the boat it looked like there was a spot or two on top of which we could get some really cool pictures both the bay and the boat. With that as a plan we took the dinghy ashore and tied it up. There was no trail to follow so we started bush whacking our way up the hill. The first thing that became evident was the fact that we should have worn pants. Our legs are still healing from some of the scratches we got on that hike. But after an hour or so of scrambling and climbing we made it to the top of the cliff. And we were rewarded with a pretty awesome view of the bay below and some really cool pictures of Palarran.
This picture was taken almost near the top of the cliff looking southwest. The opening in the upper far right if the photo is where we came in the day before.
Ghost and WindDancer would be coming a few hours after that photo was taken, they ended up anchoring in the southeast corner of the bay, which is to the left and around the corner. That is the spot we had planned on anchoring when we came in but there was no room at the time.
You cannot see our boat in the picture above, we had to climb about 20 feet higher to the top of a outcropping that we could see out over the edge of in order to see Palarran.
We took a number of photos from up here, but I think these two are the best:
The trip down had one little bonus that we did not count on. Hornets! God damn, those little bastards are mean. We had the hardest part of the climb down behind us. The only bit left was to make sure we found the right ridge line to follow that took us back to were we tied the dinghy to shore. Since Tawn has no sense of direction in the woods….or town. :) I was in the lead and as it turns out going the wrong way. But that is not really important. What was important was to be on the lookout for a threat we did not know existed in these parts. That threat being the aforementioned Hornets.
I had just stepped over a small fallen log when at the bottom of my line of sight I see that i’m about to step in what looks like a small hole in the ground. My foot is already headed for it. Sorta like that split second you know your about to shut your finger in a car door, but can’t do anything about it. As I focus on the hole in the ground I realize there are a dozen or so, small little something or others flying around the hole. Abour half a second later as i’ve stepped into the hole there are countless pissed of something or others zooming straight up out of the hole and right at me.
Me and Tawn have been togather for over 15 years, and in that time we have developed something of a shorthand form of communication, some might suggest a bit of telepathy. So as I turned towards her, wild eyed and screaming “FUCK! SHIT! RUNNNNNNNN!!!!”. It’s like she somehow instinctivly knew to turn and run or she would be trampled by me as I ran back up the hill at full speed. I only got stung twice.
Final score:
Hornets: 2
Tawn and CB: 0
After that mad scramble we decided a bath would be refreshing, so we jumped in the dinghy and headed over to the trailhead that leads to Lake Unwin. From the shore to the lake is an easy 1/4 mile hike. The water was fresh, clean and warm. We crossed a pile of old logs and found a nice boulder to jump off of and went for a swim. The first of many.
On the hike back we found a little water fall that I just had to sit in…Tawn just had to take a picture of it.
**WARNING** The following picture contains A Farmers Tan, Beer Belly, some retardedness. **WARNING**
We came back to this lake a few times with Scotty, Angie and the kids. We spent the rest of the next couple days hanging out. In fact a good number of the afternoons and evenings were spent on the spacious deck of Ghost and looked alot like this:
From Left to right:
Curtis, Tawn’s Box of Wine, Ellie, Scotty & CB.
We had a bonfire on shore one night. Made smores and played guitars and sang really poorly.
Set out crabpots and shrimp pots. Did not catch any crabs but managed to get a fair number of huge Prawns…..mmmmmmm! I love those prawns.
After a couple days here we decide to head a little further north to Roscoe Bay. We would stay in company of Ghost, but WindDancer had other plans and would be heading to Grace Harbor. They would be meeting back up with us in about a weeks times in Von Donup Inlet for Angies B-day.