The last of our Canadian passage is complete. We’re no longer under the Canadian flag, and we’re not under the American flag, yet. We ‘re motoring in between countries, passing the San Juan deFuca strait. The sun is trying to peek out from under the heavy burden of overcast, down in the dumps grey. The graceful whales are gone; the comical sea otters, beautiful crystal blue water, white sandy beaches, sea turtles, benign sharks, towering palm trees springing up in the horizon, Japanese trains, and the Effin logs- especially the one we hit last night!
We are overwhelmed with various emotions. We swing from elation to tears. How do we start a new life style. So much of ourselves have changed. Displaced, estranged from landlubber life. Cars, utility bills, Wednesday’s garbage can night, traffic, clogged grocery stores. Makes us want to sail west.
Thrilled to see our families for sure! Reacquainting with old friends, maybe find a job so we can enjoy the American dream of “home”, and even rebuild the cruising kitty after paying off the enormous dent in our sons’ inheritance.
Whatever life style we choose tomorrow, John and I are lovingly grateful for one another’s tenacity. We couldn’t have gone so far and long without our family support for the last 3+ years, we owe them a debt of gratitude. Can we borrow a car, couch, shower?
And lastly, we are honored for the experiences shared with different cultures and the people. We have been humbled by this very fragile, beautiful planet.
We sailed a good run from Millbrook cove anchorage Saturday morning. Rounded Cape Scott with 1 kt favorable current and 12 kts of wind. It was fun sailing while it lasted. About 50 miles from Cape Scott is Brooks Pennisula. A rectangular shaped peninsula spanning westward nearly 10 miles. As with any other cape protruding out with shallow water and extensive shallow shoals the waves pile up when it’s blowing over 15kts from north or south. Our wind died long before we arrived at Brooks leaving us with a very large swell and 2 meter waves stacked on a short period. We rolled hard from side to side. All sailing strategies couldn’t help us. Giving up, we had to start Konami’s boyfriend, Perkie.
Well as plans change all the time, we didn’t have enough fuel when we left out, thinking we’d be stopping in a port before running the inside passage of Vancouver Island. Mistake. We calculated our fuel burn and had Esperanza made, a total of 145 miles from the anchorage but no more.
Early morning, our first overnight passage since departing Kodiak a beautiful sunrise over Eliza iInlet bound for Esperanza. The tiny marina/resort turned out to be a very quaint stopover. They cater to a Christian camp for children. A nice easy enter fuel dock with good service, free delicious coffee and ice cream bars with a fuel fill up. They were an awesome group of people!
Tanked up, we headed right back out into rolling seas and wind less than 15kts. In this heading and wind behind us it’s a rough combination. The waves are so big we slide sideways down the breakers. Either blow or be done with trying!
We’ve been motoring all day, probably through the night as well as winds are forecasted to be less than 10 kts, but the waves continue as we whine.
We just want to go home now. How much longer will it be?
We’ve been sitting, literally on the boat, unable to go ashore due to heavy rain for 5 days and the stormy conditions that roared by Thursday and Friday. We prepped Konami for offshore conditions. Amazing how much stuff becomes so easily out of place. We’ve been motoring in protected waters since arriving in Cross Sound nearly 5-6 weeks ago.
Our weather break is here, we’re rolling on! Just go, don’t think about the lumpy seas, the unreliable radio forecast. We see the weather pattern for the next few days from our Iridium phone. That forecast is pretty good for up to 2 days passage. The air is brisk and clean, the sea smells inviting. Dark grey regal sea, sunlight shimmering off the wavelets, magnificent. We trust our beloved Konami, we trust the ocean Gods to get us through. Great to be out on the open sea once more!
Two relaxing nights in P.R. to prepare Konami for a week of daily anchorage hopping. PR is a very old city, rich with museums. Wonderful people and the PrR Yacht club staff were very helpful.
We departed at daybreak in very dense fog, giant logs-some nearly 100 feet long all zig zagged before us, tree stumps, kelp mats, branches and not sure what else. I took bow watch as John hand steered us through visibility of less than 50 feet. Three hours of intense traversing in cold “F” (fog/log)conditions was unpleasant!
We entered Gren. Chan about noon in clear sunny conditions. Grenville is about 46 miles, nearly 1 1/2 half miles across with currents attaining 2.5 knots about half way through this time of year. The scenery is so amazing. Very attractive- steep mountain sides, glacier carved valleys, stair stepped rushing waterfalls, and steep-to shorelines, and whales too. From PR to the end of Grenville channel was too far a distance to complete before dark. We stopped half way in a beautiful remote anchorage in East inlet. The trees met the waterline, there were no beaches to comb, even if we wanted to.
We departed at first light to continue through Grenville into a nice anchorage but the weather forecast changed with 20-30 knots NE wind expected. We were fairly protected but the wind blowing through the rigging kept us awake. How many more days of anchorage hopping? We’re in boat delivery mode now, determined to get back to Oregon.
Before departing Hoonah we received a spiritual and warm Klingit blessing “farewell for a safe passage”. We headed east into windy Icy Strait bound for Auke Bay north of Juneau.
Directly behind a group of Islands on our course, a pod of humpback whales were bubble feeding. Seven whales were circling and blowing, stirring up the herring. As they tightened their circle around the herring the seagulls flew and swooped overhead waiting for the fish to surface. The birds watched as the whales finishing circling, they quickly scattered as the whales shot straight up out of the water gulping massive amounts of herring, churning and splashing sending out large waves. Three, five, and then the seventh dove with tremendous force and grace. Unable to look away we drifted for a long time, fascinated by nature. We made a total of nine other stops after a Hoonah, taking us 12 days.
We were held up in protected Taku harbor for three days on a nice free public dock. The wind howled through Stephens passage,the most eastern main water way. We watched the impressive effects of opposing high wind and speeding current smashing in the entrance shores.
Our last encounter of icebergs was in Glacier Bay but we wanted to see another glacier and that was what led us so far inland. Tracy Arm inlet off Stephens passage is suppose to be wondrous. By the time we arrived the weather had warmed just enough that the glacier must’ve calved sending bus size icebergs into the entrance. Having been held up in Taku too long we didn’t stop by. 15 miles later in calm water with beautiful sun, we saw icebergs in the middle of our courseljne. We circled one berg taking video and pictures, nearly twice the length and width of Konami. That was spectacular!
A few miles later we stopped the boat again to watch numerous humpback whales spouting and diving. We were so engrossed watching from port side we missed the whale approaching us closely on starboard. Just as the whale approached it spouted a loud burst startling us. Got a couple nice shots of the fluke as it dove.
That was the last of our whale and berg sightings, the “Narrows” were still ahead.
We passed through two “Narrows” of which the chart books indicated “you will feel like accomplished sailors when you are done”. Maybe we’re accomplished sailors though it wasn’t a significant event.
Continuous 8-10 hour motoring days, we enjoyed the majestic glacier carved mountains, brutally rugged snow capped peaks over 12,000′ towering over the collapsed volcanoes covered with old growth forest. All the beauty of Alaska can’t be captured by a camera.
Our last stop was in a remote area, close enough so that we wouldn’t have to cross Dixon entrance at night. More accomplished sailors will make a 90 mile crossing overnight. Huge logs, some with root balls still attached, shaped like giant arrows target vulnerable sailboats. 10′ x 12′ Kelp patches with plastic, twigs and other perilous items float silently, waiting to rip off a wimpy propellor. We’re not accomplished sailors up for a challenging passage posed before us.
Boat statistics after Hoonah
9 stops: 6 docks- some free, 3 beautiful easy anchorages
Number of Days: 12
Sailing hours: wind on nose or no wind
Fuel cost: melted the credit card, avg $4/gal
Showers:w/knobs & hot water 1
Dined out: 1
Our last stop was Nakat harbor, 45 miles to Prince Rupert. No mountains, bears, or bergs, just nice tree lined calm waterways off the main channel. It was very serene, just what we needed to reflect on our passage through Magnificent Alaska.