The smooth inshore waters eased the tasks of tidying up ourselves and boat as we coasted the last few miles toward Prince Rupert. Tree covered islands, lighthouses, grey wave-lashed rocks and mountain shores began to surround us and reminded us that the land we had left nine years ago was as pretty as any we had seen since.
Finally, seventeen hours after we passed that first bit of Canada, we tied up at the Prince Rupert Yacht Club docks. Shortly after, officials of the Canadian Border Service Agency quickly and efficiently completed customs and immigration formalities and set us free to wander into the town.
The first warm place we have been in ages!