This is Mom and Dad passing by the entrance to Granite Bay. It's pretty typical of most of the scenery we paddled past -- lots of spruce trees, rocky outcroppings, a few nice landing beaches, some pretty meadows. There are lakes up in the hills but we never ventured that far back from the beach. There are also a lot of cute little islands that are essentially a big hunk of rock with a little topsoil and a few spruce trees. Much of the land drops off steeply to the water, sometimes in a rocky cliff and sometimes in a steep hillside; the cliff-to-the-ocean topography is continually amazing to me, since I grew up with the flat coastal plains of the Southeast.