Wow your video sure brought up a lot of emotions for me. It is because in a world gone by my grand parents and my parents and myself lived in amounts the Broughtons scratching out a life by logging the timber and living on float camps. Aunts and uncles and many family friends had float camps scattered around the area. These camps were towed from place to place where the next stands of timber were. Each camp was a family business much like farms on the prairies were employing mostly family members. My grandparents on my father’s side gave up logging in the early 1930s and built a hotel at Echo Bay. That’s where Dad grew up and went to school. On Mom’s side Granddad had their camp up Kingcome Inlet and Mom boarded at Halliday’s farm where she went to school. The camp Mom and Dad had was in Cocatrice Bay on Broughton Island. They called me Cockatrice Charley. Just thought you might want to hear a bit of the bygone history. There are so many untold stories of that life style that just doesn’t exist any more. New visitors like yourselves might only have a slight sense of the ghosts that haunt those bays and inlets.
Awesome, i don't suppose you'll tell us where that abandoned ferry is?
My older brother, who lives in BC, sent me your 2 part video set....so inspiring and beautiful, thank you for sharing!
So beautiful. Thank you.
Absolutely beautiful...thank you for sharing. ❤ ⛵
Wow your video sure brought up a lot of emotions for me. It is because in a world gone by my grand parents and my parents and myself lived in amounts the Broughtons scratching out a life by logging the timber and living on float camps. Aunts and uncles and many family friends had float camps scattered around the area. These camps were towed from place to place where the next stands of timber were. Each camp was a family business much like farms on the prairies were employing mostly family members.
My grandparents on my father’s side gave up logging in the early 1930s and built a hotel at Echo Bay. That’s where Dad grew up and went to school. On Mom’s side Granddad had their camp up Kingcome Inlet and Mom boarded at Halliday’s farm where she went to school.
The camp Mom and Dad had was in Cocatrice Bay on Broughton Island. They called me Cockatrice Charley.
Just thought you might want to hear a bit of the bygone history. There are so many untold stories of that life style that just doesn’t exist any more. New visitors like yourselves might only have a slight sense of the ghosts that haunt those bays and inlets.
Thank you Cockatrice Charley for sharing your family story, what amazing history you have in these beautiful islands!! ❤
Stunning video happy to see u back. Cheers from Squamish BC
Love your sailing videos!! ❤️
Great video! Just wondering what month you made the trip?
Thank you! We went towards the later part of August. July would be better though, less fog :)