|Ferry "Malaspina" - bigger than us|
|Debris, mainly logs and trees|
We are always on the watch for
|An upright log, a deadhead|
We ran 88 miles that day, and debated which anchorage to head for. There was a wind brewing and so we ended up at very spacious Klewnuggit Inlet. The other choice was Lowe Inlet, but the holding is only gravel, and on 6 July 1793 Captain Vancouver and crew spent a very uncomfortable night there. In the event, the wind did not develop very much and we felt very secure with a few hundred feet of chain out.
Cape Caution is a major hurdle for cruisers and also it represents the end of readily available mooring. For the passage north to Alaska, one passes only decaying canneries and fish packing stations like Butedale, slowly slipping into the sea. For a hundred years from the late 1800's there were around 1,000 canneries on the North American Pacific Coast, now they are all gone along with all the plentiful fish.
|Finally, whale pictures|
From PR it is a fair distance (84 miles) to Ketchikan, Alaska, and one has to pay attention to the weather to cross Dixon Entrance, known for swells and steep seas. There are a couple of refuges on the way if the seas get up. We left at first light, 0540 and headed through Venn Channel out to sea. The Canadian weather forecast was at its usual conservative level and fortunately the sea was pretty flat. More whales, a passing Cruise ship as big as a small city, and we were in Alaska. All our friendly and professional Customs representative needed to do was inspect the fridge and cut open and inspect (a) a red pepper and (b) a tomato. No stowaways were found, so the Alaskan fruit and vegetable growers are safe from our pantry.
|Forget the rules of the road!|
|Sunset at anchor|