…from Vee Bar Ranch to the Wrangell Narrows. From riding on firm, durable ground, to riding the pitch and lull of watery waves…
…with a horse, it’s called “rope.” On a boat, it’s called “line.”
By day, we motor on seas sometimes glassy and calm; other times jostling and rough. Our captain, Steve, gets out his caliper and pours over nautical maps every night to chart the next day’s course. And every evening, his wife, Julie, cooks a homemade meal (with locally sourced ingredients whenever possible) and wine fetched from the last busy port of call. Sometimes fellow mariners gift us fresh caught crab and shrimp. In calm bays, Steve and Kent go diving, taking pictures of underwater creatures, and exploring old shipwrecks.
We know when we’ve crossed into Alaskan waters from British Columbia, Canada. We know from the display of Tlingit totem poles, typical in Southeast Alaska, which tell stories of the Raven and Eagle clans.
and watch seals pop their heads up and watch us, watching them. Seals are mystical animals when viewed from the deck of a kayak. With sleek gray heads and deep-set black eyes, they look at you directly, holding eye contact without startle; then they slip back underwater in a smooth graceful silence.
Another day in open water, a pod of humpback whales slapped their enormous tails on the surface before diving deep to feed.
Two weeks in the uneventful seas, it is only a matter of time before the tides will change. We left the peace and quiet of Gambier Bay, headed north to Auke Bay and Juneau when we encountered high winds and 8 foot seas. Pushed by the wind, we rode the swells for three hours, the boat going at times, 11.6 knots/hr. compared to the usual 8. Cell phones and books, any unmoored object, flew across the cabin, including a hefty coffee maker.
I felt tension creeping into my bones; the waves rolled and crested, coming from all directions now, and Steve stood at the helm, muscling the controls. It was reminiscent of flying in a small airplane in heavy turbulence. Pitching and rolling side to side, quartering waves, we heaved and surged.
Cautionary. Then downright frightful.
Not allowing my mind to leap into fear, I kicked into modus operandi: hold on, and breathe deeply. Go with the flow. Soften. At times, there was a lull in our progression, like drag in an airplane; other times, we crested the waves and felt a great surge forward, like surfing. But we made it safely to a quiet harbor…and recapped the experience over dinner.
“….this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seems to speak of some hidden soul beneath.” *
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Delightful. There are some wondrous places in that Southeastern coastline.
Wondrous, indeed. And wet. Petersburg gets 109 inches of rain per year, but what a gorgeous town.
Ah, you lucky… sounds like a dream trip. So what to a little tidal turbulance… pick up the coffee maker in the morning.. ah. "To be at sea, and one with the wave…" Herman Munster. Enjoy and be safe! mike
P.S. send pics, especially those underwater ones, yum.
Monica, so awesome, so poetic… what an adventure! Wonderful!
Great stuff looking forward to seeing all the pictures
Be safe. Yes. The last leg of the trip, crossing the Gulf of Alaska was a marathon…see it in the next post!
Can't wait to see you in August and hear about your Whitefish trip; is that where you took the new profile pic?
Think I'm not walking so crooked now; sure feels good to be on land again!
I recall, from a similar journey, a very private hot springs tucked away in the old growth rainforest.
Monica, what an amazing experience. I'm in awe! Lucky, lucky you!
Oh yes, yes. On the Canadian side of the Inside Passage is Bishop Bay Hot Springs. It was wonderful: tasteless, colorless, odorless hot water shooting up out of the ground. This is not the first time we've shared a hot springs with Canadians; we always ask them about their health care…seems they don't have to worry about losing a mortgage or being turned down for a "pre-existing condition." Uh oh. Don't get me started!
And you! I'm hooked. Gotta go to Prague!