Light diminishes slower each day.  Last evening, the rose colors barely even tinted the calm waters of the lagoon harbor where we landed yesterday in Echo Bay.  It's the entrance to the Broughton Islands, magical, sparsely populated yet utilized by shrimpers.  Their boats are ubiquitous in these parts and the harvests are huge.
Our day was launched with cinnamon rolls served from the dock by our hosts in Port Harvey.  Our First Mate, Margaret goes out on a limb to deliver to one of our flotilla!
It was a Merlin Perkins day, for those of you who remember him; bears, whales, eagles, seals, and harbor porpoises greeted us to these islands.  The sun never ceased, the SPF 100 liberally applied however I still ended up with a red face glow at days' end.

Perfect handoff by Margaret!

Fresh baked cinnamon rolls.

While at Echo Marina, we hiked over to the other side of the island to meet Billy Proctor.  He is 83 and lived here most of his life, created a small museum of all his memorabilia.  He's written two or three books, we bought two, just because.  I'll start with Heart of the Raincoast since it is his life story.  I had a chat with him, and his parting wisdom was, "Go on and write your own stories, everbody got good stories, you know. So true...

Billy Proctors boardwalk

Our hosts in Echo Bay, another fascinating family run marina, provided us with all the crab and prawns we could eat.  The second act was a talk by one of the local women who shared her story of living off the land, eating only what creation provided by her hands.
At last light, corrugations of silver ran across the surface of the harbor as the final breezes settle.  It was a quiet, clear and peaceful sleep on Allusion.