This officially unnamed Eden Island cove, shaped like a high-heeled boot, is worth a visit.
At near the top of the flood tide, Lady Boot Cove was very inviting as we arrived. Two gray buoys marked commercial crab traps at the head of the protected and pristine anchorage, a couple of harbor seals played at its mouth and a bald eagle high above in the trees called out for its mate. Moving deeper into the cove, we heard the soothing sound of a babbling creek that would require further investigation. But for now, the priority was setting the hook and getting settled into what would be our home for the next couple of days.
Our personal preference is not to jump from anchorage to anchorage daily. Arlene and I believe staying in an anchorage for two or three days at a time is more relaxing, allows additional time to explore and enjoy the surroundings, and makes for more pleasant cruising in general.
The approach into the unnamed cove, commonly referred to as Lady Boot Cove because its shape resembles a woman’s boot, on the northeast side of Eden Island in Fife Sound is unobstructed. The best holding is found in the toe of the boot. We set Easy Goin’s anchor in 30 feet of water over a sticky mud-and-shell bottom, being careful to swing clear of two drying rocks that lie on the north side of the cove and the crab-trap line. The cove appeared to be well protected from the predicted westerlies.
After enjoying some lunch we launched the dinghy, set two crab traps and ventured off to explore our cozy little gunkhole and the surrounding area. There was once a small settlement from the logging operation on the north side of the cove, and evidence of it is still visible. Most obvious is the anchor ring sunk in one of the drying rocks. Just east of the settlement site is a beautiful sand and shell beach.
Over at the heel of the boot is a small cove with a quickly drying foreshore. It appeared to offer room for a boat or two but not the protection of the other cove. Inshore there are drying rocks and a large mud flat that is only accessible at near-high tide by carefully guiding the dinghy through the narrow passages between the rocks.
After thoroughly checking out Lady Boot Cove, we made the quick 1-mile run to a reported anchorage to the north between an unnamed islet and northeast Eden Island. Some guides refer to this area as Eden’s Pool. The anchorage appeared to provide good protection from westerlies in 20 to 25 feet of water. Back on Easy Goin’ we made a note in the ship’s log of this possible anchorage for future visits to the area.
We then headed down the narrow kelp-lined unnamed passage that leads south to Misty Passage. The passage has a sufficient depth, nine feet at zero tide, for most vessels to make passage. Through the passage is a large midden to port on Insect Island, which once was the site of a First Nations summer village that now serves as a campsite for kayakers.
On the way back to Easy Goin’ we checked the crab traps. The first had several female Dungeness, which we returned to the water. It appeared the commercial boats had fished the cove clean. The second trap also had a few females and one male in excess of 7 inches, which the commercial guys had missed. We immediately began planning for dinner.
That afternoon, the pleasurecraft Ranui entered anchorage and set the hook. The crew invited us to join them for happy hour. Arlene picked a few herbs from her small onboard garden as a hostess gift, and we enjoyed a wonderful time sharing boating stories.
Back on Easy Goin’, sitting on the bridge and enjoying the end of the day, we watched salmon jump in the anchorage. Good salmon fishing is rumored to be had just outside the cove along Eden Island’s northern shoreline.
The next morning, fog hung over Fly Island in the distance, but our cove was clear and peaceful. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the cabin as the birds sang a wonderful melody. We spent the day relaxing on board and enjoying our surroundings. That afternoon a 25-knot westerly wind kicked up out in Fife Sound, but we were very comfortable and secure with barely a ripple in our pristine gunkhole.