Yet more mountains and waterfalls

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

At about 9:30 am, after a soggy stay in Waddington Bay, we motored out into Waddington Channel, leaving our neighboring boat at anchor on a whisper-quiet, gray, but rain-less morning. On our way amongst the beautiful Broughton Islands to Kingcome Inlet, we circled into Echo Bay, where we’d spent time on earlier trips, and were happy to see the marina and its surrounding buildings looking well-maintained.

We motored into spectacularly beautiful 17-mile-long Kingcome Inlet under clearing skies, and, after some more time spent motoring, we were able to sail in a pleasant tailwind and gentle following seas for about an hour. We passed gargantuan granite cliffs and high, heavily wooded hills down which waterfalls of all descriptions crept, leapt, and somersaulted into the sea.

A waterfall duet in a granite theater
A cataract quartet: Can you find the four falls in this photo? There’s a small one near the right end of the dark-green hills.
Granite massifs, each one a marvelous work of abstract glacial art, line this and other inlets as if the watery passages were gigantic galleries designed for their display.
Looking up the Kingcome River Valley at the head of the inlet
Another look up the river valley
Looking in the opposite direction at the inlet’s head: all along this inlet and the others we’ve visited, majestic peaks, decked out in sparkling snow bonnets and fluffy cloud scarves, soar skyward.

We turned around at the head of the magnificent inlet and motored into the wind, back past the multi-colored massifs staring out over the milky jade waters of the inlet and the many crystalline cataracts, some like thin gauzy veils, some like wide patches of snow, and some like long, narrow satin ribbons draped over a dozen or more tiers of rock, glittering white against the ebony granite.

An amazing multi-level fall tumbling over granite and through alder trees
Silky cascades plunge into lime-colored glacial water

At length, we made our way into secluded Belleisle Sound, where the large, velvety hills surrounding the water and its grassy shores were like the long fingers of a cupped hand holding the cove’s waters and Braesail in its palm, but, as lovely as the surroundings were, we found the water too deep and the single appropriate anchoring area too small to accommodate Braesail comfortably.

On we motored over the shimmering sea with its little blue waves crowned with foam being miniatures of the towering blue mountains topped with snow that surrounded us. We made our way past a fish-farming operation to tranquil Berry Cove in Cypress Harbour, and there at about 7:30 pm we dropped anchor for the night. After dinner and clean-up, we found ourselves rather tired after some ten hours on the water, and were happy to retire early–a five-hour journey to Part Hardy awaits us on Thursday!

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