High top shoes and a walking stick are best for crossing these oyster beds.

The oysters have choked out most of the native clams, but there are still patches.

Refuge Cove, the trip hazard capital of the world. On shore, it's laid back. On the dock, there were nattily clad men drying off their yachts after a light sprinkle.

Nice colors on the rocky shore.

More than a light sprinkle.

Squalls on the north end of Cortes Island, so I headed south towards Whaletown.

Two dorys from astern. "Limpet" in the background and "Barnacle" in the foreground.

I'm not sure what the rocks on the cuddy are for, but they blend nicely with the overall look and feel.

Flare? Check. Spare prop? Check.

You know that a boat has led a hard life when there are barnacles on the windshield.

Not far away was a kit boat. Connect Part A to Part B.

The chart said "Marine Farm." Apparently they don't have to clean up when it's abandoned.

This is looking from Cortes to Quadra across the Strait of Georgia. When it's this flat, it's time to make tracks.

I did stop a few times when I saw something odd on the water. When it's this flat, you see lots of things.