The morning view from the windshield.
A cool sprinkly morning; clouds drifting reluctantly past the trees. They seem to want to stay but just can’t quite hold on. It hasn’t rained here in a month. This is a rainforest. It’s supposed to be cool and rainy. We seem to have adjusted. Seventy-five degrees and sunny feels hot. We’re fine with sixty-five and cloudy.
The big lump near the top of the lone birch is an eagle nest with two youngsters in it. We sit outside and listen to the eagles talk.
The Chiswell Islands.
Rugged rocks.
We squeeze in tight in our little boat. Vertical cliffs soaring straight up from the sea.
Seabird rookeries.
A cacophony of sea and seabird sounds.
What a place.