Mike & Lisa left late this morning for Squirrel Cove in search of provisions and a garbage bin with a plan to meet up in Roscoe Bay on the eastern side of West Redonda Island (opposite to Teakerne Arm) later in the day. The entrance to Roscoe must be timed properly because at a zero tide, the main bay is cut off by its bottleneck entrance which shoals out to nothing, so we waited until the afternoon to move on. And waited. And waited. Every time we considered untying our stern line and upping anchor, it poured down rain. We finally had our opportunity around 3 o’clock and took it. As we motored south along Lewis Channel, we could see a squall in the distance – dark grey clouds coming down to the horizon – and hear thunder approaching. Before we knew it, we were in the middle of torrential rain which greatly reduced our visibility. The minute we saw lightening, we turned around. By this time, the end of the channel was clearing and our new route was taken over by the storm, so we turned again and continued in our original direction doing our best to skirt the edge of the small squall. We eventually made it into Roscoe Bay and weren’t disappointed. It’s another beautiful BC provincial park – undeveloped and primitive. And frankly, I don’t think there’s any other way to experience it other than in the rain as we did: the low-lying clouds caught amongst the cedar and spruce making the anchorage look mysterious and inviting at the same time; the sweet smell of pine emanating from the dampened trees; the large granite rocks covered in yellow moss distinguishing themselves from the evergreen trees; the sound of rain running off the trees and into the creek before crashing over rocks and into the sea; the call of the loons off in the distance; and the completely still ocean reflecting it all like a mirror. That’s Roscoe Bay – a very good choice.