It was an easy 29 mile run to Butedale.
Butedale is an abandoned 1908 to 1968 cannery town with a caretaker named Lou. He has a rickety old dock and sells moorage at reasonable rates. He also rents his personal shower out.
The cove is somewhat spectacular.
When you get close enough to see the condition of the town. And it just happens to be for sale.
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Next to the town is this spectacular water fall.
The guest dock is shown below the partially collapsed building.
Teal sidled up to the dock.
One of the buildings still standing, temporarily.
George and our tour guide Gordon. Gordon took us up to the lake to go trout fishing.
This lake like most all the lakes in the north are log choked at their outlets. I think this trip was more for the guide than the tourists.Gordon is not allowed to go to the lake alone, and Lou made him take bear spray. He told us that the hike up to the lake only took 5 to 15 minuets depending how fast you go. It took us closer to an hour to make it up the steep muddy undeveloped insect infested trail.
When we got back from the lake Gordon finished his tour showing us the herring oil rendering plant, the power house where they generated power from water falling from the lake and what was left of the domestic buildings.We took showers in Lew's shower for $3.00 each, and dined aboard Teal. After dinner we were invited to join Lou and Gordon at their camp fire and visited and star gazed around the fire until after midnight. We could hear bats squeaking, but it was hard to pinpoint their whereabouts.
The next morning we headed for Klemtu.
It was a pleasant warm, sunny 38 mile cruise through Princes Royal Channel to the First Nation community of Klemtu.
We tied to the public dock, and paid our moorage fees.
We went to the band store, got our ice cream fix and took a walk through town to stretch our legs.More to Come stay tuned,
George and JoAnne.
