We traveled north on
small roads through more pine forests and up on ridges. The air is starting to
get very smokey, I assume it is all the wood fires in houses.
Two log trucks had
trouble passing so we waited while they maneuvered.
Stopped for
lunch down by a river and filled the washing machine with fresh water
and our dirty clothes.
Continued following
the coast north until we found a camp out on a long delta. Beautiful
black sand. A very strange beach, it had a meter high vertical bank,
about high tide mark with lots of beach above it. The tide still seemed to
wash over the lip.
Lots of bird life
eating Krill(?) in the water and the beach was littered with krill(?) carcasses.
We wondered north
along the beach and found a family, the father was in the water
dragging ugly stuff off the rocks and throwing to the kids. It is a
delicacy called Puire. See photo or google as too hard to explain.
Watched the sun sink from our beach chairs with a glass of wine.