0513 The morning is cool, and I can hear light rain falling on deck as I dress. We spent the night anchored in Cameleon Harbour. I step into the galley to start the wood-cook stove, which still radiates heat from the embers of last night’s fire. I test the water in the tea kettle. It is still hot, so coffee will be ready early. In spite of a heavy mist I open the galley door to let in the morning bird songs. I pause to listen -- a couple of Pacific wrens, a varied thrush, a raven and a red-throated loon contributed to the dawn chorus.