It’s 8:42, BC time. We’re motoring into the Strait of Georgia, which Jennifer and I have both seen when it’s angry. Continue reading “Are we really in the PNW? Beautiful weather becomes common”
Category: People
Posts that focus on people. Generally, people we have met while sailing, but not always. We generally identify people with as much information as we have, but often times we leave out their surname, sometimes because we don’t know it, other times because it wasn’t something we thought to include.
We really are on our way home, Campbell River, Julie flies home tomorrow, we see old and new friends
This morning we’re anchored in Gowlland Harbour across Discovery Passage from Campbell River. We’re within striking distance of Seattle, if we made a run for it we could be back on Lake Union in four days. Instead, we’ll take twelve days… Continue reading “We really are on our way home, Campbell River, Julie flies home tomorrow, we see old and new friends”
Pearse Narrows, Where have we been? End of the Rocna Love Affair
Yikes, it’s been a while since we’ve posted.
We’re a bit south of Port McNeil in Pearse Narrows, where we’ve been having anchor holding issues. Continue reading “Pearse Narrows, Where have we been? End of the Rocna Love Affair”
Heading Home
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”
Taku Harbor, Traveling from Juneau to Endicott Arm – Waiting for Weather
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”
Red Bluff, Baranof Springs
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”Ketchikan to Salt Lake City – Life Intervenes
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”
Conversation Part 3: Picking up the Parts
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”
Conversation Part 2: Kitasoo Watchmen and a Float Plane
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”
Status: More air-freighted engine parts, more new friends.
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.”