It was just us and the open water with our double kayak. Sechelt Inlet was ours alone to discover, no other boats were in the water. Each stroke was smooth like our paddles were cutting through butter.
We found a private beach that looked out into the arm of the inlet with mountains fading away into the distance and eagles soaring above us. Just beyond our beach was a rocky island overrun by dozens of sunbathing seals.
They curiously watched as we floated into shore beached ourselves for the night. Just out of reach they played, splashed and spied curiously on us as we made a home for the night.