Simoom Sound: A short post to follow a long one

Rain greeted us again on Saturday morning. Being very NEAR uncountable waterfalls of all sizes produced the sound sensation of actually being UNDER one, and I’d found the “water music” wonderfully soporific, so sleep was peaceful. But waking to the prospect of constant window-clearing as we traveled was not entirely pleasant for me.

But a happy surprise–the further we traveled toward Simoom Sound, the brighter the skies became, and eventually I could gaze into the liquid mirror of the windless sea and imagine diving down into a blue sky and through soft, cottony clouds.

We motored past justly famous Lacy Falls that descends from the slopes far above Tribune Channel and pours into the sea across a granite slab,

As we approached and then entered Simoom Sound, spectacular rock faces along the shores presented a series of amazing natural “murals” painted in fantastical combinations of charcoal gray, reddish-gray, rusty orange, creamy white, and tarry black that invited endless imaginative “readings!”

Once again, Braesail was the only boat in deep, quiet, tree-lined O’Brien Bay at the end of Simoom Sound. The waters around us reflected the green of their surroundings, and anchoring was relatively easy. Showers came and went throughout the afternoon and a few stray sunbeams dropped by now and then to say hello. Stocky little black-and-white sea-ducks (a variety of scoters?) skittered and clattered across the water’s surface from time to time. What a marvelously peaceful setting for a lovely, lazy afternoon and evening of reading and relaxing and discussing the next few days’ travels!