We finally arrived back at the landing jetty on Lake Pehoe, where there was an old wooden house and a newer, larger construction.
I first strolled along the rutted dirt road back to the jetty.
Fired up by another delicious breakfast we began the long paddle past more sea eagles and raccoons and back to the jetty on Vancouver Island.
The second was a message from the fish gods: Motoring back toward the jetty, nearly sick with sunstroke and disappointment, I happened to look up.
"We're going to look back on how much fun this holiday was for the rest of our lives," Sarah says, reading my mind, "and it's actually happening right now!" We hear the growl of the seaplane returning to deposit more newcomers at the jetty and lift back into the clouds those whose time is up.
Ten minutes later I was at the jetty.
Sylvie will pick up or drop off guests at the jetty if arriving from Arcachon.
Down at the jetty, three Serco officers are chugging Coronas, smoking and barbecuing meat.
There you can moor up at the jetty feeling like the cat's pyjamas.
I disembarked at the jetty of Away, a quietly luxurious resort with a cluster of bungalows overlooking a bay.
