The sailing adventures of SV Meriwether and her crew
The marina situation in Prince Rupert leaves a lot to be desired. There is very little space for cruising boats in the two tiny marinas. The docks advertised on the charts and in the guide books for customs and such, simply do not exist [anymore]. We were lucky to have gotten some space at the yacht club for the couple...
Two days of patience was finally going to pay off. The wait rewarded us with a damn near perfect wind forecast to sail across Dixon Entrance and Hecate Strait. This won’t be our first time, as we did it last year on the way up as part of a three-consecutive-day passage up the second half of the trip to Alaska....
Craig was a nice enough little fishing town. During our stay we ate out each evening, visited all the local supply shops, and even got a few boat-to-dos done. But neither of us took any serious photos, as is our norm. We were both eager to get off the dock so after a two night stay we were cutting the...
The next leg of our journey exiting Alaska was to hop from Baranoff Island to Prince of Wales Island. Normally this is not even a concern, but these two islands are separated by a fair distance of open water – water that is subject to the herculean tidal currents of Chatham Strait. Not to mention that the total distance to...
One of the final items on our “Alaska to do” list was just down the road from us. Just a 20 mile sail is all it would take, and sailing we got to do – with the sails flying within minutes of us leaving the harbor. This on a day that no real wind was in the forecast, but the...
Quite thankful that the ATV camp did not run all through the night, a good nights sleep was woken from and we set our sights on arriving to our first big-town since leaving Juneau, three weeks earlier. Neither of us had showered during those three weeks, although the recent hot springs did help remedy some of that. Sitka was our...
After spending a few days soaking on hot springs, it was time weather to move on to our next destination. The next leg would take us through Peril Strait, where there would be no sailing to speak of, but long hours of the motor rumbling away. At least the weather understood that fact, the wind no showing itself but for...
It had already been nearly three weeks since we left Juneau. Our fresh foods were long eaten. Same for our milk. However, the bigger concern was that our coffee was worryingly low and our laundry pile was frighteningly high. A reprovision was needed, and the only place nearby to accomplish that was Kake, a small native village which we visited...
After three nights, we chose to leave our secluded anchorage in Fords Terror. It was nice to sit still for a few days, but we were ready to move on to new adventures. Our route was a mirror-copy of our sail coming in a few days back. First, we had to get to the rapids at a specific time, but...
The apex of our Alaska adventures was to anchor in a sliver of a bay, deep in glacial territory and well off the beaten path. Said anchorage is set in a Yosemite-like valley, with 3000 foot granite cliffs and 5000 foot peaks blocking the horizon in all directions. It is accessed only by navigating a very tight and shallow 90-degree...
