| We also find a curious quay or boat ramp made of piled rocks; is it indigenous or colonial, we wonder...? There's no other evidence of habitation. Like Goose Group, this end of Banks Island feels like "the ends of the earth" -- desolate, windswept, and difficult to inhabit. Next morning, we see a sailboat take off across the Strait on a somewhat southwesterly course; maybe heading for Rose Harbour? Jon (who suffers occasionally from mal de mer) is more nervous about setting out than I am -- I don't get seasick (so far) and it's not my boat ;-) |
