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Sarah drops inflatable orange boat fenders over the side as the vessel edges against the resort dock. The whole trip north, no orcas, but honestly, some of the most breathtaking natural beauty I’ve ever seen. Sam was right—this place is unreal. Like the Oregon Coast, only more vivid. Green, green, and more green. Birds everywhere, a few seals watching our boat as it sailed by, even a couple of ginormous sea lions lounging on one of the bigger docks. And the air smells so unspoiled and free of traffic.
On our approach from the south, we could see the rolling lawns of the resort’s golf course along the western side. Where we disembark, the dock fingers off in both directions, like an organizational chart, other boats of different shapes and engine sizes anchored so they don’t escape.
