There were only nine prawns in the trap Al pulled this morning — pitiful. Oh, well. As soon as we got the prawn trap back onboard, I set out on my paddle to the bitter end of Chappel, while Al pulled the anchor and headed in the same direction. I’m hoping to spot bears at the creek that empties into the bitter end anchorage. We’ll see.

Along the way, I spotted this immature eagle looking for salmon.

When I got to creek I poked around and found that there are actually three creeks. I never saw any bears, but I did come across these Honkers who had landed to enjoy the grass.

The wind seemed to be building, so I headed back to the boat. It turned out to be a good decision, because within an hour, storm force winds struck. The wind blew like stink all day. When darkness fell, the wind picked up, gusting up to 55 knots. It was bad enough during the day, when we could take bearings on the shoreline to verify that our anchor was holding; but in the dark, moonless night, it was downright frightening.

Around midnight, the winds dropped to 20-30 knots, tolerable enough to get some sleep.