Thirty-Four, a magical number for the crew of s/v Bluewater, arbitrary and incredibly important, the countdown to the launch of Bluewater stands at 34 days. As the darkness of the Alaskan winter starts to fade into the bright light of the far north’s endless days of summer, we are ticking away at the tasks that […]
Nisa is obsessed with salmon. As they school and gather around the boat she peers over the toerail into the water in hopes of catching a glimpse of their shiny green bodies below. When the salmon jump and leap she whimpers and whines in excitement.
Introducing a new and regular feature here at Adventure Freaks, every week we will add a new post for your pleasure: The Tuesday Tease. It may be big; it may be small. It may be heart stopping, terrifying and eye-popping. It may subtle, unique and mysterious. The Tuesday Tease will fill gaps from the past year and keep you posted about current happenings on Bluewater.
We have just arrived in Seward, Alaska on the Kenai Peninsula and are getting ready to head into Kenai Fjords National Park. There are a thousand new stories to tell and a thousand new ideas to share. While we resupply and refuel I thought you might like to see some pictures. So check out the […]
An Update: The log is woefully behind, know that as we sit here on the edge of the world we are trying our best to catch up. We are in Elfin Cove, at the very top of the Inside Passage. Again we find we are the only boat on the dock. For the past few […]
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.
My world was reduced to the screen of the chart plotter, switching between the radar and chart views every few minutes. The rain came first, then the wind, but it didn’t matter, we were headed toward calmer waters at our best and most comfortable speed.
The trip is just over 210 miles by the time we have gained the sea room the we need. It should take us 30 to 40 hours to move up the coast.