A while ago I saw a beautiful photo of foxes at a friends house. It was taken quite close to Vancouver on San Juan Island. So when the flying weather looked sufficiently bad I got my act and gear together and headed down to Washington and over to San Juan.
As most things, the approximate location of the foxes can be found on the internet, but I didn't expect I would be so lucky to pull up to the first parking spot by the beach and have a fox walk straight over to me. The little fellows are completely unafraid of people, mostly because they receive hand-outs frequently. The foxes were so close I didn't pull out my longest lens a single time. Over the next few hours (during solstice sunset) I had plenty of opportunity to fill my SD cards with photos. This was a perfect evening except for the foxes fondness to take a nap right on the asphalt (enjoying the warmth of the day or waiting for food?).
On the next day I toured the remainder of San Juan Island, saw some amazingly big Arbutus trees and explored the whale watching spot at Lime Kiln State Park but only one minke whale made a quick appearance.
