Walker Cove

Christy

Yesterday’s motor through the Behm Canal felt like crossing into a new world. The water shifted suddenly from murky jade to glacial blue at a sharp convergence zone. We passed three deadheads (waterlogged trunks lurking just beneath the surface) while soaking in as much sunlight as we could after days of rain. The landscape changed quickly. The granite mountains grew steeper, the forest thicker, and it became clear we had entered true fjordland. If we had been in bear country before, this must be their kingdom. Walker Cove left us speechless. Fellow cruisers spoke of this place with reverence, and Navionics calls it one of the most beautiful anchorages in Southeast Alaska, but no description prepared us for its vastness. Sheer granite walls closed around us, draped in green, with water tumbling down in silver ribbons everywhere we looked. It’s a place that dwarfs you. We snagged the only mooring ball in the fjord and stood in the cockpit for a long time, just taking it all in, jaws quite literally hanging open. No photograph could ever capture it. Somehow, we had the entire place to ourselves. The fjord held us in solitude. We spent the afternoon exploring by dinghy, nosing up to waterfalls, chasing birds and seals, tracing the shoreline. We should have sent the drone up, because today the rain returned in full force, drumming down in white sheets. For now, we’re cashing in on our luck at snagging the only mooring ball and staying another night. Crossing our fingers the skies clear for a moment in the next 24 hours 🤞🏽

Boat & Crew

Ciao Bella

Tayana, Vancouver 460

Christy

Owner

Porter

Hitching a ride

David

Owner