No Sagas

Position: Moored Squire Island
Weather: overcast, light showers, cool

On this day, the twenty fourth day of October, in the year of the Common Era, two thousand and fourteen, let it be known to all and sundry that there have been no sagas on board the good ship Sylph (at least not yet, noting that a few hours until the day is officially past and done remain).

In fact, this afternoon I went for a short hike. I rowed the dinghy to the head of the bay where a small stream ran, as is often the case in coves of this sort, and which made for an accessible route beyond the dense growth that invariable skirts the shoreline. Once onto slightly higher ground I encountered numerous soft marshy bogs, known locally as muskegs, a name I find to be rather more pleasant sounding than bog. According to the small guide book to the region that I purchased at a used book store in Seward, there are three four species of trees prevalent in the Prince William Sound region, home to the northern most rainforest in America, namely the Sitka spruce, the western and mountain hemlock, and the Alaska yellow cedar. I think I have worked out how to identify the difference between the Sitka spruce and the western hemlock (I will post some photo when I get the opportunity), but have no idea whether I have seen any mountain hemlocks yet. I suspect not, for it is supposed to grow at higher altitudes, and I have not climbed very high yet. And I am almost certain that I have not come across any Alaska yellow cedar yet, for it is less common and is found mostly in the eastern part of the Sound.

Tomorrow I hope to make another fifteen or so miles north of here.

No bears.

All is well.