| Rode up from the Morgan's cabin on Harstene Island -- technically sea level -- exploring first the upper reaches of the development next to Wheelis's. There is a water tower for the community water system at the top, on the edge of the neighboring clearcut. Unfortunately, I only found the roughest of hunter trails leading out, so I retraced and eventually rode gravel roads to a hilly section of woods in the middle of the island, where I played around on old logging roads for several hours. At dusk, after I had returned to the cabin, there was a wild cacophony of animal noises
from the water, shore and air. The laughing of the gulls and loons was woven with the
running calls of the shore birds, the hoarse cry of raven and great blue heron, and at
regular intervals, the loud explosive report of seals slapping in a twilight so deep that
they could not be spotted, even after repeated shots in the same place out on the dark
bay.
Approximately 900 verts.
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