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Our First Waterfall |
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And Another One |
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Last One - Promise |
After 9 hours we're tired, it’s getting late and anchoring possibilities are
limited in this remote area so we stop for the night in an old abandoned fishing and
lumbering community on Princess Royal Island.
The guidebook warns that it’s in disrepair but doesn't prepare us for
the extent of the decay. After a sunny
day of eye-popping beauty, we turn the corner, enter the bay and are met with a
scene worthy of a slasher movie. Ramshackle buildings toppling down the hillside, overgrown vegetation and lumber debris strewn everywhere. This is equally eye-popping, in a different kind of way – nature is aggressively reclaiming the landscape.
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Yikes! |
We are momentarily stunned but as promised by the guidebook,
there is a “dock” – wobbly and lopsided,
just skimming the water. The dock is anchored to land by some logs in
the water that are tied with some frayed rope to something on shore, rocks
maybe - we’re really not sure. There is a small power boat tied to it and
since it’s too late to go anywhere else,
we also tie up and hope for the best.
An abandoned power boat and small rowboat are perched on the rocks about 10 feet above us,
looking like they will catapult straight
down onto us.
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Our Dock |
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Picturesque Butedale |
There is a rumored “caretaker” and one of the buildings
looks occupied - smoke is coming out of a chimney and underwear and socks are hanging on a clothes line to dry - but the only signs of life we see are a black bear combing the
shore. On the plus side, it’s real
quiet and there’s no moorage fee. We later learned from some other boaters that
the caretaker charges boaters 75 cents a foot for the hospitality of a Butedale moorage.
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