#Dicebox island free

#Dicebox island free

Before his boat is even pulled up and life jacket is off, John is fiddling with the bungees on his boat to free his fishing gear.

I sigh and stare at my $400 Werner paddle and vow never to let John touch it. As he approaches shore on Clarke Island, John vaults his paddle like a javelin onto the sand and jumps out of his kayak like the snake in a can of nuts that has just been opened. We fall asleep to the sound of the tide creeping closer and the magic of these islands begins to permeate into a place in ourselves that we hadn’t accessed in a long time.ĭay 2: Hand Island to Turret Island (stop to see giant tree) then paddle to Clarke Island. Dennis catches a rock crab and John cooks it over a fire while we marvel at being able to see the stars. There are purple flowers that line the entire pathway to the solar composting toilet, and if you keep going the path takes you to another secret beach on the other side. We land on a sandy west-facing beach and bask in the evening sun. Dennis, the other paddling partner is compact and has extra space which John happily fills.Ĭonfident that we won’t starve, we launch on a bluebird day and head for Hand Island not more than a few hours away. John is determined to pack what seemed like half a grocery store into his kayak and is using his entire body weight to get his rear hatch cover to close over his frying pan. We are standing at the launch site in Toquart Bay. “What’s the worst that can happen?” I thought, and with one click of a finger I eradicated my indecision and sent it hurtling out into cyberspace.ĭay 1: Captain’s Log Star Date: May 28. “Am I really going to do an 8 day kayaking trip with total strangers?” The cursor hovered hesitantly on the ‘send’ button on the Wanderung callout email I had just written. Sandra kayaking the Broken Group islands: Fun ensued nightly.” Widgeon Lake 19/06/11 Average day was leaving camp around 9:00 am and checking into our nightly tent pad at around 5 pm. To watch a storm roll in through the mountains was one of the many highlights of the trip. Only once was there a real rain storm (and it was nasty – complete with hail) but we were lucky enough to have checked into a cabin an hour before the storm. The weather was weird and changed every 10 minutes. Two nights we shared a site with another couple otherwise we were alone the entire time. The trip was very quiet and we only encountered a handful of other canoes. We met a pair of Americans that had pictures of 60-cm trout. We almost caught two very large fish (they were this big…) but they both got away. Three fishing rods and 100 hours of fishing produced a 1-pound trout. Though there were stories of many Germans on the circuit, these were unfounded. Moose and mosquitos were the main wildlife.

“July 23 to 29 a group of 6 canoeists completed the Bowron Lakes.