My back tires skid slightly as I slide around a corner avoiding potholes I could lose a small whale in. The Rock Bay road is poorly maintained and often flooded necessitating the detour through the Pye Lake road. The complaints about access to Rock Bay certainly aren’t without justification. Once at Rock bay however the fun doesn’t end. The dock, which is more of an odd conglomeration of semi floating drift is under constant assault by tidal debris of all shapes and sizes. Some days, on some tides the dock is almost inaccessible. And yet, and yet, despite all of this I can’t help but finding the whole area intoxicatingly beautiful. The wild and never boring Rock Bay and Pye Lake roads slip past still lakes and lonely mountains, while the view from the dock presents layer upon layer of mountains from East Thurlow and Sonora Islands and beyond to the mainland between Frederick Arm and Bute Inlet.