April 6, 2016
Motoring into a bay can feel like a first glimpse into a new world, no matter how obsessively you’ve been staring at it on approach. There’s just a moment where it suddenly seems to unfold and reveal itself, for better or worse.
This particular bay popped right into gorgeousness. Lushly vegetated hills rose straight up from the waterline, encircling the bay. The water was still and green, yet we were surrounded by continual silver circles of water left by jumping fish that seemed to surround our boat. A flock of seabirds flew out low over the water, while a few shags and herons remained perched onshore, totally unconcerned with our presence. From a chasm between two hills we could hear the sound of a waterfall, hidden from view by thick vegetation. This was one of those places that felt so alive it seemed almost spiritual.
Of course, we were now attached the idea of staying here, and while it was deep, we were able to anchor well enough for the current calm conditions. We sat outside to admire the scenery and noticed it looked familiar. I realized it had a lot in common with a favorite bay of ours in the Queen Charlotte Sound: Flipper.
Both bays are like indents in the surrounding hills and have fairly deep water, making them fair-weather anchorages. Both bays have very lush vegetation, beautiful emerald water, and mini brown beaches at low tide. Both bays are teeming with sea and bird life. And while Flipper Bay has more kiekie (climbing plants that resemble spider plants) interspersed in its dense foliage , this bay has thick patches of nikau palms, giving it a Garden of Eden feeling. Other than this, these bays could almost be twins. Thus, we decided to name this one Flopper (since apparently no one has yet bothered to name it – we liked the idea of being able to say “two of our favorite bays in the Sounds were Flipper and Flopper!”).
In the end, Hallam Cove didn’t have a lot going for it aside from this bay, but in our opinion, having this bay was enough. One drawback is it’s only big enough for one boat. Luckily for us it was empty when we arrived, but the power boat lurking outside hoping we might leave probably wasn’t thrilled. This is the sort of destination that needs a Plan B in case it doesn’t work out.
Below, a gallery of photos from “Flopper” Bay. Click to enlarge and scroll. –Cyndi
