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Claydon Bay

On our initial tour of this large bay we came across some interesting old trestles. We decided to explore on shore, air horns at the ready.

Why air horns, or as we call them bear horns? Standard procedure when meeting a black bear:

  • Don’t make eye contact
  • Make yourself look as large as possible (arms up, etc.j
  • Back away slowly without turning your back on the bear
  • Yell and make a lot of noise – hence the bear horn

For a grizzly it’s simpler. Lie flat on the ground face down with your hands clasped behind your neck and hope that it doesn’t kill you.

Thus, fully armed with our $5.00 horns, we set ashore to see if we could figure out the story behind the trestles.

Here we are at Site 1 at the western side of the bay.

The trestles lead into a grove of trees. We hoped to peer inside and perhaps find the remains of a logging camp or something.
Old nails from the trestle.
This is as far as my Teva-clad feet wanted to go. The relative young age of the trees tells us that this used to be a clearing when the treastle was in use. No sign of any structures from my vantage point.

On to Site 2 at the southern edge of the bay.

Once again we found a line of very old trestles leading into the woods. I was able to get a better view inside, but it was the same story: a former clearing now filled with new growth without obvious signs of what used to be there.

We left without solving any mysteries, but also without becoming lunch for a bear or cougar. I’d call it a draw.

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