Saturday, August 18, 2007

Shearwater to Roscoe Inlet

July 31, 2007

By mid-day we finished our boat chores and squeezed in a short visit with Shar and Rick from S/V Resonance, (a Tartan 41) folks we met in 2005 at Sullivan Bay. They live on the east coast and fly out to cruise BC every summer. They were replacing their anchor – windless.



Shearwater is the place along this part of the coast to get marine services.





We headed for Bella Bella to take on fuel and water. Bella Bella has good clear water and we wanted to check out the Band Store. We arrived at the fuel dock right at noon, the closing time for lunch. We left Teal at the fuel dock and went to the store and the café for lunch.

After filling our tanks we headed for Roscoe Inlet.











We anchored for the night at Boukind Bay (52° 27.816’ N / 127° 56.276’ W)





August 1, 2007

In the morning on our way out of Boukind Bay we came across an eagle swimming across the inlet. At first we thought he must have caught a fish too big to fly with, and, being unwilling to let it go, was dragging it to shore. We circled him to get photos and watched him half fly half swim to shore. He was not dragging a fish, he was injured, and favoring one leg while hopping from rock to rock, and seemed to be unwilling or unable to fly.


After setting the prawn trap in a deep drop off, we headed up through the narrows and were treated to surreal sights reflected in the mirror like surface of the water.




The water was so smooth there was no sensation of movement other than the glacier cut escarpments sliding by each other, especially as seen when approaching a point separated from a ridge by an inlet. The boat simply wasn’t moving, only the world seemed to move around us. It is difficult to find more descriptive words than those penned by Lewis and Clark on their discoveries of the western U.S. when describing such scenes as “visionary enchantment”.

We saw no other cruising boats during our visit to Roscoe Inlet, and after reaching the head of the inlet, an anti-climax to the rest of the inlet, and being driven off by Black Flies while attempting to have lunch, we retreated to a lovely water fall and just let Teal sit in place in the tranquil water while feeding both our stomachs and our spirits.



More to come, George & JoAnne