A sunny day at Cluxewe. This was the furthest north that I went on my travels. Since I was there shortly before the equinox, the days were about 12 hours long, just as they would be anywhere, including Los Angeles, where I've lived for the last 29 years. But the sun at noon was noticeably lower in the sky. This place felt remote, even though there were fishing and even cruise boats coming through the strait, and the campground was only about 2 miles from the main road, and 7 miles from the small town of Port McNeill.