Been visiting Bamfield every year for a while. Local woman lived there as a preteen in the early sixties, before the road went all the way into town. It ended about 2-3 miles short, at the river. Her dad had to walk to the road, across a suspension bridge, to get to his truck (he was a gyppo logger), every day. In those days, everything did come in via the steamer. Despite no connection to the logging road system, there are a few vehicles in West Bamfield, which serve as informal taxis, used by locals to ferry kids, groceries, etc.
Couple women who wre friends of her mom, both in their 80's still live there. Way cool to visit with them ane hear tales of the old days. Both are very much with it, at peace with the world, etc. A tribute to their lifestyle.
Lotta folks use Bamfield as home port while fishing for salmon, out in Barkley Sound. Some halibut action, offshore, also. Beautiful cruising in the islands.