Is there a doctor in the harbour?

We got up Monday morning, the third day of our Fortune Bay trip, to a rising tide which meant we would not have a long carry to put the kayaks in the water.  Again, for the third day, we were lucky with the weather.

We left Parsons Cove and made our way into South East Bight hugging the shoreline all the way.

We checked out this waterfall in East Bay.

We rounded a headland into Magrath Cove which gave us a good look down into the expanse of Fortune Bay.

There's an aquaculture operation in Back Lally Cove.  When we arrived they were harvesting fully grown salmon from one of the cages.  We stopped to talk to the harvesters who told us the salmon grow to market size in 18 months and even offered us one.  We regretted after not taking the 2 foot long, fat bellied salmon.

 After having lunch in Back Lally Cove we paddled through the channel with Lally Cove Island on the right and the funneling wind driving us through on surfable waves.  Without paddling I was doing 4 - 5 kms/hr.

 We entered into Lally Cove with its typical wharves and stages.

Approaching Potato Point.  Doctors Harbour., our destination for the day, lay just beyond.

Dean checks out a uniquely coloured dyke intruded into the host country rock.  These rocks are volcanic extruded by under water volcanoes and the dyke intruded during a later event.

One of few sea stacks we saw on our journey.

We arrived in Doctors Harbour after a 25 km paddle.  Doctors Harbour is only 8 kms from Parsons Cove as the crow flies but hugging the shoreline gave us the additional distance.

An aerial view of Doctors Harbour from Google Earth.  Our research in January made this a desirable stop and camp site.

A field of Blue Flag Iris lay behind our tents.

I climbed a hill to get a bird's eye perspective of our location.

An abundance of driftwood meant ...

... the mother of all fires.  I coaxed Hazen to stand by the fire for perspective.  He's over 6 feet tall!

Dean stepped on a nail that luckily only punctured the sock in his drysuit but not the skin.  We were fortunate with that because there was no doctor in Doctors Harbour.  I doubt there ever was so I am curious how it got its name.  That thought didn't linger long though as I fell asleep to the gentle lapping of the sea, steps from my tent.