Powell River

First time in Powell River. Packed everything and forgot to bring the bathing suits, had to buy them (only if I put the bag in the car last night, but the rented Caravan honks as it gets locked, and I didn't want to wake up the neighbours.) After two ferry rides later, we arrived at this beachside place. Between the rocks, crabs are everywhere and devouring the shell fish (photo). I always wondered how this kind could die apart from being eaten by other shell fish, now I know.