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A picture is worth a thousand words. Last year is gone. There is only the future. Past successes and failures are meaningless, they only weigh us down. We take only what we should, forging into the unknown with only our wits and dreams. In an instant the silence is washed away and story begins to […]
…the experience was so big, so damn big, that even now, 6 months later, I find it difficult to bring it into focus. Alaska itself, immense, unforgiving, and yet nourishing in its ability to sustain life with an abundance of fish, berries, mussels, clams, and shrimp, seemed to me like the Old Testament deity …
After a brief stop in Seward, having filled up on bananas, Cheetos and ice cream we are headed west into Kenai Fjords National Park and beyond. We will be traveling through places with names like Aialik Bay, Taz Basin, Northwestern Fjord, Thunder Bay, on to Gore Point and in to Cook Inlet and Kachemak Bay […]
Away. Away. Cast off the dock lines! Full steam ahead! The lines are coiled, put away snug for the summer. We are leaving Valdez, heading west. The salmon are running, Coho and Chinook. Mountains, bears and berries. Endless variations of trees and rocks. Deeper into South Central Alaska we dig. Deeper into the wilderness we […]
We whiled away the night under a perfect blanket of stars and talked of the ocean and adventures past. Eventually it was time for Norris and the dogs to return home. With promises to keep in touch, Norris zoomed off through the dark anchorage calling out “YeeeHaaa!!!” from his Big Red Zodiac.
We had every intention to depart Port Angeles with the early flood tide on Saturday, July 1. At the 4am alarm, we were barely conscious of thinking awwww, we’re so sleepy…just a few more hours. We left five hours later, give or take, and that was the day we learned to truly respect the tides […]
The following day we sailed up and around the top and west side of Orcas Island–timing our morning with the speediest of currents and topping 10 knots over the ground–and back to San Juan Island to introduce Darin to the fabulous mussels we’d found in Westcott Bay.
The wind was ripping down the Strait of Juan de Fuca at 30 plus knots, like it usually does in the late afternoon. Susanna and I had Bluewater parked at the fuel dock in the small boat harbor waiting for a few fishing boats to leave the guest dock for Ketchikan, Alaska, thus making space […]
It seemed that the storm we were trying to outrun was like trying to outrun Nisa, not possible. And the storm would not just be a happy dog when it passed over us and ran out ahead into the strait.