My soak was marred by worrying about my kayak. I had forgotten to tie it down and a high tide could take it away. The water never even came close, but I still worried until I made it back. I paddled north up the cove exploring the shore. I stopped to look at the dock where everyone else lands to hike down to the hot spring. Right about here I saw the rest of my group coming up the cove. We crossed over together to stop at a village that was rumored to have a store. I stayed in my kayak; those who got out of theirs went looking were disappointed. There is a store but all it sells is junk food. Being in a First Nations village, they are not even allowed to sell beer.
We paddled back down Hot Springs Cove and across Shelter Inlet to the area we camped in a few days ago. Rather than camp on the same crowded beach, this time we went a little north. Ken Kelton and I found a sheltered north facing beach and suggested staying there. It turns out this is a beach that Don Fleming has camped on before. He was stuck there for days in bad weather, but was willing to give it another chance. Some sport fishermen gave us a bag full of fish fillets so we had a huge dinner that evening.