Quickly finished a breakfast of granola bars, cheese and salami, washed
down with yesterday coffee from the thermos. Time to move on. Overall,
this would have been a decent campsite if it was not for small black
flies and the ground formed by rocks and boulders, with deep holes
between waiting to capture my foot or even the whole leg. Hope the next
campsite would be better. It was a dry day with the morning fog forming
a low cloud in the main body of Laredo Inlet.
at almost high tide, so I could access Pyne Creek, the main stream
flowing into the bay. The waters leading there were very shallow; even
now, the bay was full of shallows, and it seemed impassable when I
arrived at lower tide, two days earlier. The bay with the estuary
at its end looked serene, only jet traces across the sky were reminding
that the modern world was not far away.
Pyne Creek Estuary with Jet Traces over the Sky
salmon in large numbers were waiting at the creek entrance,
likely for the next strong rain that would swell the creek making
it more passable. Small floats of foam, produced by the turbulent
waters, congregated in the estuary forming tiny "icebergs".
tide had started falling and it was time to move out if I did not want
to get stranded in the estuary. The day was hot and sunny, making
paddling in my water-proof kayaking outfit a bit uncomfortable.
Half-way to Mellis Inlet the terrain had started changing,
with hilly shores, some quite picturesque, gradually replacing low
Hills, Laredo Inlet
was late afternoon when I had entered the inlet. My chart was showing
three creeks at the end; however, only one had anything resembling a
stream; the remaining two were small and almost dry. Naturally, plenty
of salmon were waiting for high water at the main creek. I had tied up
my kayak to a sunken chunk of tree and went ashore.
Kayak at Rest, Mellis Inlet
I had found headless salmon all over the shore, some quite old,
some recently killed. Headless fish is often a trademark of wolves:
this was definitely a place to explore.
Headless Salmon: Wolves at Work?
was no place to camp in the area: the only acceptable site was close to
one of the small creeks, about 100m away, as a crow flew. A pile of
bear scat on the shore had reminded me to take the usual precautions:
storying the food away, not leaving anything smelly in the open. I
still had a couple of hours of day light, and I had tried fishing,
unsuccessfully. Back to the camp, the tent was up in no time and my
dinner of instant rice with canned ham cooked just before the sunset.
Mellis Inlet Sunset
was 11:30pm when I was finally ready for the night. No VHF reception: I
would have to rely on my observations to predict the weather. Also, no
no-see-ums inside my not so no-see-um proof tent: I would likely have a
restful night. The plan for the next morning was to walk across the
almost dry creeks and through the forest to the main creek. The direct
distance was short; however, unless I could find an animal trail, the
trip would be quite challenging.