Landed at Icy Point this morning,
population 400. The port consists of a
tiny huddle of native shops, a spindly pier sticking out into the sea and a
tram ride into the woods. There’s also
Zip-lining.
We took the tram ride. The 100-foot tall Western Hemlock and Sitka
Spruce forest is second-growth, replanted after the loggers cleared the island
in the early 1900s. With 200 inches of
rain a year, greenery is not lacking.
Anything not moving is covered in moss.
Salmon and crab are the main sources of
income, now with the welcome addition of cruise-ship tourists.
Zaandam at Icy Point
Deer checking out noisy visitors
Fishing boat hauled-out for repairs
Old Man's Beard moss hanging from trees
Icy point tourist village
On our ride, we encountered Black-tailed
deer and Bald Eagles, as well as a plethora of plants used by the natives for
food or medicinal purposes.
Returned to the ship for lunch, clutching a
jar of native balm made from Devil’s Club to rub on Reggie’s aching muscles.
At least it wasn’t raining.
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