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.
After the long haul up the coast we have a arrived in Desolation Sound. And by long haul I mean 100 nm over two days – not record breaking but far enough.
We have taken in the splendor and the sunshine and swam in the lakes. We have also perfected the stern tie, finally. A perfect family vacation.
It’s off to Princess Louisa for Asunto!
So this is sadly all too typical. Take a moment to zoom into this picture. There is so much plastic mixed into this beach it is impossible to pick up. This goes beyond taking care not to throw garbage into the sea. This is stopping before purchasing plastic. Do you really need it?!?
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