Cleopatra's Pool

We left our packs and tent at Anchorage Hut and day-tripped around the point to see Cleopatra's Pool. It was a bit too cold to take a dip but we did scramble over the boulders to get a picture and watch an eel zig-zag between the rocks. From there we headed along the all-tidal trail to Torrent Bay.

When we finished lunch the tide was pulling out, approaching it's low, so we opted to walk back across the bay instead of the long way around. Sinking into wet sand, we crunched over clam shells, through trickling streams of water and past red-eyed Oyster Catchers looking for something to eat.

At one river crossing the water was high, to wade across we had to remove our boots. I didn't to get wet.
"Don't hold me up," I told John. " I have perfect balance." and I demonstrated by skillfully removing my first boot and sock in two easy movements. "See," I grinned. But balancing on one foot with toes sinking ever so gradually into cold mud humbled me. With my second boot just off, my left foot, sock and all, plunged into the muck.

After John stopped laughing and I'd shaken what I could from my sock, we crossed the water. From there it was only a short half hour squishy-sock walk back to Anchorage Beach and our tent. Once there I shed my boots and socks again, grabbed a snack and hit the sand.