|We are stuck in Larson Harbour for an extra day, waiting for the wind to diminish enough for a confident crossing of Hecate Strait. The wind is so strong that we have difficulty kayaking across the lagoon -- paddling as hard as I can, I'm still going backwards at times. It's a relief to land and walk about on shore. The terrain here is hostile; a tangled, dwarfish forest bent by the strong West wind, dense dripping and prickly under gray skies. We bushwhack our way across a peninsula to an inlet on the outer coast, hoping for a grand view across the Strait; but alas, the inlet is blocked by islets and rocks and the distance is gray and hazy. We're pleased to find wolf footprints in the mud.