Dog days

Desolation Sound has been a part of my summers since I was a little girl. The peaks and winding inlets are familiar, often triggering old memories. Like leaping from our little sailboat on a smoking hot summer day, or collecting mussels off the cliffs on the way to Walsh Cove. 

Desolation is classic. It doesn’t matter if you have been here once or one hundred times, the beauty will hit you like a slap in the face, leaving you bug eyed and slack jawed.