We spent 4 days on Anderson Island last week as summer's last hurrah. What an incredible place. Despite having an odd history of attempted development into a golfing/retirement community twice in the last 60 years, it has managed to remain essentially a heavily treed, and wild NW island, with empty beaches, and marine parks.
The Ferry over
Retrieving the crab pot
Looking North from the cabin on a foggy morning
The cabin
Lottie swimming after Bob. She's going to get eaten by an Orca whale one of these days!
A Marine park beach. Nobody on the trail, nobody on the beach.
The local swimming lake. Though only 7 miles long Anderson Island has 2 freshwater lakes: deep and not at all mucky.
A dilapidated fishing house off the beach, situated in an interesting wetland.
Lunch on the deck.
Fishing off the beach. Ben caught a sculpan.
The Ferry over
Retrieving the crab pot
Looking North from the cabin on a foggy morning
The cabin
Lottie swimming after Bob. She's going to get eaten by an Orca whale one of these days!
A Marine park beach. Nobody on the trail, nobody on the beach.
The local swimming lake. Though only 7 miles long Anderson Island has 2 freshwater lakes: deep and not at all mucky.
A dilapidated fishing house off the beach, situated in an interesting wetland.
Lunch on the deck.
Fishing off the beach. Ben caught a sculpan.
