After Prideaux: Galley Bay, Then… Powell River.

I’ve searched my photographic records, and alas… I find no pictures of Galley Bay. From a SalishSeaPilot drawing by Jim Bergoine we see that is just around the corner from Prideaux, 6.6 nautical miles, but a world apart.

After the ephemeral Octopus Island experience, Carrington Bay and it’s solitude, Von Donop Inlet and it’s orchestrational, synchronized wolf howling at night… Prudeaux was a metropolis. Oh I know… there were less than 20 boats in the area: Prideaux Haven (10), Melanie Cove (6), Laura Cove (3) and environs… but compared to Waiatt Bay (4 boats), Carrington Bay (just us), and Von Donop Inlet (2boats at the end anchorage)… it was a cruising metropolis… a Seattleish kinda place, where we never go if we can avoid it. So… we only stayed one night and left in the morning in search of “pristine”. We motored to the southwest, and entered Galley Bay where we were alone and able to re-connect with our “inner cruising life” musings. We found ourselves yet again, far away from “The Matting Crowd”. Delightful, eh? Well… for me at least, it is a goal to pursue after living in SoCal for 40+ years.

We spent a very quiet night in Galley Bay. No other boats and one lone l.e.d. light at one of the few summer cabins ashore. We hoisted anchor after breakfast and commenced our Southern journey. We stopped at the Copeland Islands State Park just off of Thulin Passage, hoping to find a nice place to stay for a day or two, but found the anchorages quite open to the winds and currents. Not our kind of experience. We continued on to Powell River. An interesting place…