We didn’t plan on finding this cove off Lasqueti Island. The night before, the wind had shifted, and our quiet anchorage turned into a washing machine. By 6 a.m., after hours of rocking and rolling, we’d had enough.
An hour later, we slipped behind a small islet off Lasqueti Island. It was a sheltered pocket of calm that felt like it had been waiting for us. Two boats rafted together, coffee in hand, dogs pacing the deck ready for shore. For the first time in days, the world stopped moving.
We stayed two nights. There was space to breathe, stretch our legs, and let the dogs explore the beach. Even better was the old road that I could walk the dogs on. Every morning, an otter fished near our boats, completely unbothered, efficient, and oddly companionable.
Sometimes the best anchorages aren’t the ones we plan. They’re the ones we find when we’ve had enough of fighting the wind.
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