Although Seattle is six weeks away the run home has started.
We are in a place we’ve been before, a little bay just south of Wrangell narrows. The run through the narrows was relaxing. Continue reading “Heading Home”
Maxi 95 and Our Adventures
Although Seattle is six weeks away the run home has started.
We are in a place we’ve been before, a little bay just south of Wrangell narrows. The run through the narrows was relaxing. Continue reading “Heading Home”
23-JUL-2016 – It’s 8:50 am. It’s been blowing fairly hard since shortly after we arrived here in Taku Harbor yesterday around noon.
Blowing with a vengeance really started during the night accompanied by the predicted hard-driven rain. The rain and wind continues this morning. Continue reading “Taku Harbor, Traveling from Juneau to Endicott Arm – Waiting for Weather”
17-JUL-2016 – I’ll be trying to get a bunch of posts done today. I’m at the park ranger station at Glacier Park.
This video was taken on the ninth on our way to Hoonah.
The video is 12 minutes long, but I think it is worth watching. We did not get video of the actual bubble net feeding. Sorry.
I think it catches our excitement:
8-JUL-2016 – We’re waiting in the space behind Piper Island to traverse Sergius Narrows.
Continue reading “Prepping for Sergius Narrows, Swimming Deer, Technology Roundup”
1-JUL-2016
We motored up from Baranof Hot Springs this morning. The wind varied from none, to on the nose, but light, to probably enough to beat up to Peril Strait, where we made a left.
We anchored at 12.09, a seven-hour trip to cover about 40 miles. Continue reading “Appleton Cove”
29-JUN-2016 – Let me start off by telling you the end of a post that I have not finished writing, and while I was writing, I did not know the end.
My friend, Jo Ann Froelich, died this past Sunday morning June 26th at 1 am at home.
Continue reading “Red Bluff, Baranof Springs”Warning: Profanity has its place to convey the emotion and gravity of a situation. I use it in this piece.
What is the lead of this story? I don’t want to bury the lead.
Is it JoAnn dropping into a coma? JoAnn slowly crawling out of a coma?
Deciding to miss my nephew’s wedding… the first in his generation to marry?
The Delta ticket agent who reversed my check in so I could decide not to fly from Ketchikan to Salt Lake City. That she left the gate to find me to give me additional info to help me decide? Continue reading “Ketchikan to Salt Lake City – Life Intervenes”
On Monday morning, the day the Canadian people celebrate Queen Victoria’s birthday, shortly after 6 am, Jennifer helped me climb into the dinghy. I’d left the two five gallon cans of gasoline in the dinghy and added the remaining two-cycle oil and a mostly empty five-quart container of crankcase oil. Continue reading “Conversation Part 3: Picking up the Parts”
I’m not sure when pictures will get added. The drive that held all my pictures crashed and has not yet been restored from a back up.
‘‘Why do they always want to tie up on the port side?’’ Cara asked, not the world at large, not God, but Joe.
Joe looked at Cara, made eye contact but didn’t even bother to shrug.
The aluminum boat Kitasoo Watchmen backed away from port the side, then came along the starboard side a distance away from the Nordic Spirit, but before the boat could tie up the floatplane appeared, touched down on the water and stopped about 250 feet to starboard.
Joe looked at me. We climbed over the side into the dinghy. The engine started with a single pull.
Continue reading “Conversation Part 2: Kitasoo Watchmen and a Float Plane”
Friday June 3rd – It’s 46°F in Ketchikan; Hilary wakes up and comments occasionally; Jennifer arrived in Providence five hours ago; 18 hours ago I ordered more engine parts, this time from Seattle. Caro Babbo strains on her dock lines against the 25kn winds that blast through the harbor. Continue reading “Status: More air-freighted engine parts, more new friends.”