The day belongs to the tide. Three dives, timed to slack, which is why you may find yourself afloat at 5:45 with tea and a biscuit. The house bay is unlimited on top of that.
There is no camera room, and after a week you stop wanting one. What there is instead is a media room for going through the day's frames, a shelf of books, and rinse tanks that do the job. You surface into a bay with otters rafted up in the kelp and hummingbirds all over the deck.
Where you sleep changes the week. My wife and I had the blue hut, a cabin of its own perched above the bay, and morning coffee there came with eagles going past at eye level and humpbacks breaching out in the channel. Most of the other rooms sit side by side in shared buildings, and you will hear your neighbours. Ask for the hut when you book. Very few places put that above the water and Browning Pass below it.
Comfort is not the pitch and the pricing knows it. What you are buying is access to Browning Pass on the right water, and a crew whose read of the tide is the difference between a good dive and the best cold-water diving in the world.
