Two Ospreys were climbing over the bay, gaining height and then circling, watching out for their prey.
A Bald Headed Eagle was perched high on a branch of a fir tree at the end of the bay, just watching us.
The bay seemed to sweep for miles, fringed with pine trees, the mountain rose above them. clouds gathered in the distance.
The early morning sun was rising, it's warmth increasing and clearing the haze.
I searched for signs of the Grey Whales we'd sighted last night but the bay was empty. Perhaps they would return later and perform for us?
No sign either of the lone wolf, that had come to the edge of the forest to investigate his new neighbours, but he may have been watching from the bushes, unseen.
The only sound was the crash of the shore break, far louder than its size, as the sea was flat and there was little wind. It promised to be another superb days paddling.
The only smell was that of the sea, it refreshed everything.
The islands beckoned beyond the bay, inviting us to once more get into our kayaks and paddle to investigate them.
A truly majestic scene.
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