Beautiful Stranger

Have you ever gone for a car ride to explore a new place just for fun and follow a road you have never been on? As you drive, you don’t know what is lurking ahead and then the road gets narrower and narrower and all of a sudden you come to a dead end.

That is what it’s like cruising up the different Inlets we have been exploring. Roscoe Inlet in particular, offered something new at every turn; a stretched out meadow tucked in a corner, a rock wall that extended for miles, a creek bed flowing into the inlet, “Petroglyphs” on a rock face hidden behind branches. A look through the binoculars revealed a salmon and what looked like hands. Then you reach the end. It is sheer steepness from the waters edge to the sky. Most of the mountain range on both sides of the inlet rises 1,000 to 1,500 feet up. The inlet is only about a mile wide at its widest point.


Roscoe Inlet

My husband and I play games trying to find figures and shapes in the rock faces. Can you spot the old man?

Old Man Rock

Old Man in Rock

We choose our anchorages the same way we used to choose our camping sights. Get to the cove or bay and do a tour eyeballing the perfect spot. Where will the sun go down, what sun will we get in the morning. So far, all of the anchorages have been different, peaceful and protected. Most are great for catching crab. You can’t get enough, especially at the price you pay at the fish market.

We usually take off into a specific direction and explore the area over a period of 5 to 7 days, using the handy Douglas Guide Book. Shearwater, the thriving metropolis that it is, is our base to re-provision. Actually it’s the only one available in the area. Internet is slow and a test in patience just to post to the blog. That is why you are not getting replies from your great comments and support. Thank you.

We have been in such unique and distinct spots each offering something different. From the Ghost Town in Ocean Falls to the wind swept desolate “Bonsai Tree” surroundings in the McNaughton Group. One night, we truly felt we were in the middle of nowhere! This is when I looked at my husband and said, “better to try the unknown than being sedimentary”. He thought I was being very profound, and then burst out laughing knowing that I meant sedentary. His comment, “I rather be inactive than a fossil”. I looked at him puzzled, “What?”

As a type, I’m listening to Madonna’s “Beautiful Stranger”. That is a pretty good description of what this place is.





5 thoughts on “Beautiful Stranger

  1. You will never be sedimentary Char!!!!
    I love your blogs! It rained here today — I have so missed the sound and the smell of rain.
    Miss you!❤️❤️❤️❤️


    • And another Charlineism is born! I love it! Happy to know you and Allen are having great fun exploring and meeting beautiful strangers. Rock on ❤️
      XO Kim


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