Kyuquot to Dixie Cove

After we left Kyuquot the first time, we headed north to the Bunsby Islands. There were too many boats in the Bunsbys ("Bunsbies?") so we headed up Ououkinsh Inlet. (now you may ask, how on earth do you pronounce THAT? We later asked two Canadians, one First Nation, and one not. The First Nation guy said "oo-oo-kinish." The other guy said "ookinsh.") Anyway, there were no boats, and no people up the Ououkinsh inlet. The sky lowered down, and we had fogs and mists. We were entertained by (presumably) a seal who would cruise into a school of herring with his mouth open, chasing a rain of herring up out of the water. It sounded like someone throwing a shovel full of gravel into the water. You'd look over, and there would be a little fish jumping wildly in all directions from a central frothing splash. We also listened to the resident sea otter breaking shellfish on his chest, after he retrieved them from the bottom. tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-splash-long silence. Repeat. Ououkinsh Inlet was a good place for cozying back into the cushions and reading a book.  
We then headed back to Kyuquot. On the way (no wind) we stopped long enough for Craig to catch a nice spring salmon. Even though there was no wind, the rollers coming in from the ocean, combined with the fog (meaning no horizons) left us both feeling a little queasy. We were returning to Kyuquot to await the arrival of Deb and Stephanie (Craig's sister and niece) on the coastal steamer, MV Uchuck III . We filled up with water, did the laundry, did some cleaning, and figured out how to empty the "dwarf berth" so that they'd both have a place to sleep.
We had dinner at the restaurant, and made the acquaintance of a local couple who live on a 3 acre island ("Rolston Island") at the entrance to Kyuquot. They invited us over for lunch the next day, and they showed us around and told us all about "God's plans for Canada." They are building a fellowship hall on their island, but no one is in their fellowship yet. They think they'll be working among the First Nation people. Their own travel plans include a trip to the "Creation Museum" in San Diego, where Darwin is proven wrong. Their house is on top of a cliff, about 50 feet above the water. It looks out to the west, and in the winter, during the biggest storms, they told us that waves come right up over the house.  
Back in Kyuquot, we waited for the Uchuck to arrive. The weather was hot and sunny, for a change, and all the local kids (and some of the visiting sailboat kids) took turns jumping off the pier where the Uchuck would land. Suddenly there was a great toot of the horn, and the Uchuck tied up 100 feet away from our boat
It's always amazing to see familiar faces in a strange place -- and there they were, waiting to get off the Uchuck. We had that nice salmon for dinner, talked to some of the tourists off the boat (some came just come for the overnight trip from Gold River to Kyuquot and back), and despaired of how many people there were in the place. Deb and Stephanie told us about how the Uchuck would stop at every logging camp, dropping off people and supplies -- in one place dropping off a pick-up truck, hoisted through midair by crane, and in another place a couple of kayakers and their kayaks -- same method.
  This morning we departed crowded Kyuquot, while other boats circled hungrily for our place on the dock, and motored to Dixie Cove -- a beautiful secluded little cove on Hoehoa Island in Kyuquot Sound. The water is a beautiful jade green color and the flies are driving us nuts.

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