Theodosia Inlet

It was only a short motor over to Theodosia Harbour. The day was gorgeous and I was actually able to have bare feet on deck. That doesn’t happen much!! From a distance our destination looked nice.

The entry to the harbour has some small aqua culture farms and the surrounding pine trees are punctuated with the maples in all of their autumn glory. As we came in through the narrows I got a glimpse into a cove through the trees. This would end up being our anchorage.

A couple of sharp turns through the narrows and you enter the inlet properly, to be greeted with breath taking views up to the far off mountains of the Unwin Range.

We just stood on the bow taking it in. From where this photo was taken, you can see the inlet goes in a lot further, but it is too shallow for us, and we needed to back track to the little cove we spotted as we entered.

To one side is a logging operation where the harvested logs are put into the water and strapped up, awaiting delivery to the timber mills.

Clearly the whole area has been subject to clear felling in the past but it has recovered amazingly. Thankfully now that method appears to be in the past, and only sections are logged, leaving islands of trees throughout the area.

With a little wind expected tonight we tucked ourselves into a small cove, from which we could see the whole length of the bay. A few seals were about. It was just lovely.

Ahhh, the serenity. And most definitely a little piece of paradise. Well until Dean decided he wanted to reanchor and stern tie up to the shore. Then there was the clank clank clank of the anchor chain coming up. It was a simple process though and we are now in for the night in our tiny cove.

I went for a short kayak around our little inlet, before dark. This is looking out of our anchorage towards the passage where we entered.

We then sat up on deck and watched the scence change before our eyes as the sun slowly set. First we had beautiful colours as the autumn leaves stood out from the developing shadows.

Then the mountains turned to purples and mauves as the sun disappeared. The water was rippled from a tug that had arrived to pick up a load of logs. It secured its load and left at about 11pm that night, slowly chugging at about 1 knot, to the mill.

The next morning we needed to leave in order to return to the safe anchorage of Grace Harbour before a big blow arrived. As we left Theodosia Inlet, it was hard to believe the wind would soon be blowing hard, making it an uncomfortable anchorage.

Before our eyes, the maples seemed to be changing, and we swore they were more yellow than only the day before.