What's in her name?

What's in her name (Salish Aire)?

Salish
from her new home the Salish Sea

Aire as in a melody of song.

Salish + Aire = The melody of the Salish Sea.

Salish Sea:
In the late 1700's Captain George Vancouver wandered around the waters of what are now known as British Columbia, Canada and Washington State, USA. He did the usual 1700's explorer thing and put names he chose on everything he saw. The names stuck and are recognized and used to this day.

New lines were added to Captain Vancouver's charts in 1872 (after a near war with Great Britain over a pig) which made waters on one side of the line Canadian and those on the other side of the line American.

It wasn't until 1988 (officiated in 2009) that someone finally realized that fish and various critters, (to say nothing of the water itself) were never involved in the boundary treaties and really ignored them completely. (This is best illustrated by the problems that Homeland Security has with Canadian Canada Geese and American Canadian Geese - it seems they refuse to carry passports and have been known to poop on the head of any border patrol person who tries to challenge their right to cross the border when and where they choose!) In reality the waters from Olympia to the well up the East side of Vancouver Island are pretty much one ecosystem.

The Coast Salish are the indigenous peoples who live in southwest British Columbia and northwest Washington state along the Salish Sea and share a common linguistic and cultural origin. The Salish Sea is named in honor of the earliest recorded peoples who plied her waters and learned to live in harmony with her.


Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Returning to the Salish Sea


August 28, 2018

Oh dear, I’ve gotten way behind in my notes so I’ll try to do some speed writing to catch up.  Let’s see, our last notes indicated we were waiting for our son-in-law, Paul to join us in Seward so we would have a third person for our first planned 3 day crossing.  The plan was that as soon as we saw a good weather window forecast after his arrival then we would head out across the Gulf of Alaska.  Initially we had planned to head directly from Seward to Ketchikan where there is an airport served by Alaska Airlines  so we could get Paul onto a plane back to his home in Ontario, Canada.  We figured the distance would require travelling  5 days straight before landfall.  Then we did some refiguring and realized that if we made landfall in Sitka (to the north of Ketchikan) we would make landfall in 3 days, get a good rest, get to see our friends in our new “hometown” and still get to Ketchikan with only a few hours of extra travel time. 

Paul arrived in Anchorage at a bit past midnight and our very good friend Bruce picked him up and let him catch a few winks on the couch before taking him to the Alaska Railroad station for a ride to Seward.  He reported that after he had napped for a bit on the train that the scenery was pretty impressive along the spine of the Kenai Peninsula.  He arrived in Seward on schedule at 11:05 AM and we fed him some fish and chips and gave him the news that there would be no further rest for the wicked as we had a favorable forecast and the boat was ready.  So by 3 PM we had departed the western gulf heading back to Southeast Alaska.

Paul got a quick orientation to boat procedures including trying on his assigned immersion suit.


A couple of geography notes:

  1.          Initially I put a starting point on our electronic chart just outside of Resurrection Bay and an ending point just below Mt Edgecomb outside of Sitka and let the chart draw a line between the two (actually it drew a curve as at that latitude it doesn’t take much distance before a great circle route curve is shorter than a straight line).  Remember back to the story shortly after we had arrived in Alaska where we were reminded of the importance of zooming in on a route before accepting it (recall a photo of a 75 ft yacht high on the rocks), I decided to follow my own “silly” rule and recheck the route in a closer zoom, even though it went through a very empty stretch of very deep water – well almost…. Middleton Island sits on the edge of the continental shelf about one-fourth of the way across the Gulf and low-and-behold our lubber line passed right through the island.  After reading the fascinating history of the island as a NORAD radar station, I moved the line a bit south into deep water.
  2.           As we were exiting Resurrection Bay I noted that if we hadn’t made a sharp turn to port we would have eventually come very close to the big island of Hawaii. Later that day I made contact with a ham radio operator in Maui and he asked why we hadn’t chosen to come visit to which I replied that without a full load of fuel we might will end up floating around the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. (Then there would be the matter of a daughter with a bit of a temper being told that her husband got to Hawaii without her.)

We did pull into Sitka harbor late afternoon 3 days later after a pretty non-eventful trip.  The water wasn’t bad until about the final 24 hours when it got somewhat choppy coming off the stern but the boat was fine and no sea-sickness on this run! We were monitored along the way by fellow ham operators especially Darlene who kind of a boater’s godmother to all ham operator / boaters in Alaska.  When we arrived in Sitka it wasn’t long before we were talking with another boater who on learning our names told us that Darlene had given them the task of making sure we arrived safely.

During our time in Sitka we filled out our stores of perishables and met up with as many friends as possible.  We were able to visit St Peter’s by the Sea and visit with our friends there before we headed out.  Since Paul had expressed that he would rather stay aboard than fly home from Sitka, we chose to anchor for a night at one of our favorite places, Goddard Hot Springs.

Paul tries out an Alaska hot springs with us

At this point I’ll add a side story about the equipment set that caused us concern:

Radar fun

Salish Aire came to us with 2 radar units, an older Raytheon (CRT screen era) likely original to the boat and a state-of-the-art when it was installed Furuno that was added by the Goldbergs in 2005. When we purchased the boat we assumed that the Raytheon radar was likely at the end of its service life and had even gone as far as selecting a successor to it.  On the other hand it worked well and the old CRT screen was very easy to read so we decided to hang on to it until it failed. Furuno company is famous for their factory support of even the older devices so we have planned to upgrade and repair that radar as long as possible.

Ron Goldberg installing the main radar in 2006 when it was state-of-the-art
Photo credit: Nancy Goldberg

The biggest frustration with the Furuno system was that while the chart-plotter/radar display screen functioned as designed, the chart cards for it were becoming very difficult (and expensive) to find even on the used market so when we learned that the next grade version of the chart-plotter would plug directly into our current system but could handle much wider area and much more available SD cards we set out to find one.  We did find a used one by putting our need on the Nordhavn Owners Group list and figured that the savings in chart card cost alone would pay for it in short order.  When it arrived we realized that it probably needed a new internal clock battery and that I needed to install the ARPA (radar target tracking) board and video board from our old chart-plotter as it didn’t have these extra capabilities.  After two tries (and a few unkind thoughts about the person who designed the battery to be soldered in) all of the connections were happy and the new chart-plotter/radar display booted up and actually demonstrated some really nice upgraded software and graphics features we had not expected.

With the new chart-plotter/radar display installed we headed for our first-ever 3 day continuous run across the Gulf of Alaska.  On the way we noted that the Furuno radar was really only effective to about 7 miles.  A bit of research indicated this was likely due to an aging magnetron.  But alas; We had an extra magnetron on-board from another Nordhavn owner who had upgraded his system and generously donated his “radar guts” to our spares supply.  But no-joy: Apparently the spare was in worse shape than the original.  We did notice that the old magnetron needed to be rebooted periodically which made us nervous except for the happy knowledge that we always had the Raytheon as a backup which was really important as we still had about 750 nm to go in notoriously foggy waters before arriving back in Seattle. …..Then the Raytheon just quit – burned a fuse (and the replacement fuse). Now it was time to be very concerned.

Happily as we headed to Ketchikan we were able to contact a dealer in Petersburg who had a compatible magnetron on his shelf. He put it in the mail and with only a partial day delay we were able to install it and be on our way.  It is now clear to us that the magnetron has likely been failing since we’ve owned the boat but since we usually operate in closed waters it had never been clear to us that we had a problem. In the end we have a much nicer chart-plotter/radar display and a fully functioning primary radar (and a new Furuno mini radar waiting for us in Seattle to replace the Raytheon as our backup system).

Fog ahead makes a radar a necessity 

Our run from Sitka to Ketchikan was otherwise uneventful and once we saw Paul fly off and the radar repaired we continued our sprint south.  We reentered Canada in Prince Rupert and then stopped at the villages of Hartley Bay and Klemtu and by August 1st we were back in the protected water behind Vancouver Island.

In the Big House Klemtu village BC

As we headed further south Clarice couldn’t understand why I was getting irritable – she didn’t know that I was about to face a personal demon.  On our previous three trips up and down Vancouver Island we had always taken the slower, safer route which avoids Johnston Strait and Seymour Narrows.  For years I had read about the perils of this heavily travelled route and, frankly, I had let the guidebooks freak me out.

Vipond, A. & Kelly W.; Best anchorages of the Inside Passage. 2006 P-194: The steamships have been replaced by cruise ships, but under the control of that great gatekeeper, Seymour Narrows.  Even the leviathan liners are very careful about timeing their transit for slack water at this pass, with is one of the most formidable on our coast with currents reaching 16 knots. …”Everything hinges on Seymour Narros, It tells us how fast to go from Sitka  all the way down the Inside Passage,” Captain Ympa Ercka of a Holland America Line cruise ship confirmed.  Asked about other hair-raising passes or navigational hazards of the coast, Ercka shook his head: “There is only Seymour Narrows. Nothing compares.”

Seymour Narrows is at the south end of Johnstone Strait where if the tide is moving one way and the wind racing the other, waves can rapidly build to challenging heights. The way for a small boat to traverse this route is to carefully plan to ride the tide to Seymour Narrows and then pass through them at slack.  The evening before our passage we worked our way south against the start of a northbound tide and were quickly reminded of the power we would face as our speed over water was maxing out at 9 knots but we were only making about 3.5 knots toward the marina where we planned to spend the night.  We checked and rechecked the weather forecast to confirm that while the winds were likely to pick up they should be off our stern and with the tide.  We calculated our travel times to The Narrows several times until we were fairly satisfied we had a plan (then we radioed a passing commercial tug and barge and rechecked with the experienced captain). 

Our goal was to reach The Narrows for an 11 AM slack tide after riding the flood south as the waters where from Campbell River north come from the north end of Vancouver Island.  We left our moorage at 4 AM as planned and immediately felt the current add speed to our boat.  The last of the night and early dawn were beautiful and seeing the stars that had been lost for several months in the Land of the Midnight Sun was a treat.  The current increased and before we knew it we were at the entrance to Seymour Narrows 2 hours ahead of schedule.  Our backup plan was to sit in one of the coves at to the north of the narrows should we arrive too early and we were making plans to do so when we had the opportunity to watch a commercial fishing boat with basically the same hull shape as us transit the narrows with little trouble.  So we went for it and watched our over ground speed (we plan on about 7 knots) creep up to a record 13.5 knots.  We passed over some upwelling water and minor whirlpools but nothing as bad as we have experienced in the past in other tidal rapids.  Before we knew it we watched Campbell River pass behind us.  Just to add to the fun we slowed a bit as the water coming from the south end of Vancouver Island started to ebb southward and we were off again.  By the end of the day we had travelled 84 NM in record time and my personal sea monster was tamed forever.


Sunrise in Johnstone Strait 
Sunrise in Johnstone Strait

We had talked about moving around a fair amount in Puget Sound using reciprocal moorage privileges and state park docks to save money but in the end we ended up at the guest docks in our old home marina in Everett.  Since we have access to Clarice’s dad’s car here, and friends to help out when we need it as well as being familiar with the area’s resources in the way of grocery stores, marine stores and such it has worked out well.

We did follow our plan to haul out in Port Townsend.  The boat was pressure washed and blocked by noon on Friday and by that evening Clarice had the port side sanded and I had the keel cooler drained and removed.  Saturday our brother-in-law Darrel came to help and the starboard side was sanded and the first layer of paint applied while I cleaned the keel cooler and started to separate the propeller shaft from the transmission.  Sunday our longtime friend Grant came to help and the second coat of paint was applied and Clarice and Grant reassembled the keel cooler and put it back in place.

A dirty boat fresh from 2 years at sea

Sanding a bit to help the paint adhere better

Guard dog Jarvis atop his kennel making sure Darrell is safe
Darrell and Clarice finish prepping the prop for 

Three cheers the paint is on

Salish Aire returns to the sea with a pretty blue bottom

We try to make sure that if there is a big project that needs doing while the boat is out of the water that we plan it along with the biannual bottom paint job.  This year it was replacing a rubber hose called a shaft log that provides a seal between the hull and the packing gland that seals around the prop shaft.  We had been warned that changing the shaft log was not a huge job but getting the prop shaft loose from the transmission so it could be changed was likely to be very difficult – it was.  I think I took about 16 hours using every trick I knew to break the shaft loose from the collar that mates it to the transmission including using a breaker bar on a puller of sorts, a torch, banging with a hammer, and more than a few choice words.  The only position I could be in and work on the project involved jamming my right foot next to the transmission and bending my left leg over the top of the bilge area.  With my total lack of flexibility this led to cramps for days afterwards. It wasn’t until Monday morning that the shaft came free and it only took about another hour to change the hose and then one final hour to reassemble the shaft to the transmission (with lots of Never Seize to hopefully make it easier to take apart next time (hopefully when someone else owns the boat)).

The original shaft log hose to be removed
These bolts were tightened to the max in order to get the collar (left side of the photo) to let go
The new shaft log finally in place and ready for sea

We finished our final small projects on Tuesday and were able to have the boat lowered back into the water early Wednesday a day ahead of schedule.  We then headed to Oak Harbor marina, known for cheaper fuel prices, for the night and added 500 gallons of diesel the next morning. (We expect to get a warning letter from the coast guard as we had about one half gallon go out of our fuel vent into Puget Sound which is a big no no – frustrating as we are very careful when we fuel to avoid that mistake.)

After arriving back in Everett and retrieving Clarice’s dad’s car we have been busy with provisioning, family get-togethers, doctor visits, and final cleaning and prepping projects on the boat.

Gregory family picnic at Point Defiance in Tacoma

One of our projects was to do our twice a year wet check of the bilge pump system.  The system should  work thusly: Step 1 the water is about 2 inches deep and the regular bilge pump activates and empties it.  Step 2 the water reaches about 4 inches deep and a loud alarm sounds.  Step 3 the water reaches about 10 inches deep (still only about 1/4 of the capacity of the deep bilge section) and a really big pump kicks in.  The test went well except the alarm didn't sound because the tiny switch to silence it was in the "silence" position in the pilot house and had gone un-noticed.  Had this been a real leak event that would have been a BIG problem.  The solution was to take out the tiny, easily hit, switch and change it for a key switch so we think this problem will be much less likely to recur. 

Now it takes a key to silence the bilge alarm

 We will be off to Ontario to visit our daughter and her family in two days then when we return we plan to take a day to add fresh veggies and if Neptune and the weather gods agree we will be off for Mexico.

We are asked, "What was your favorite thing about Alaska?" Our favorite memories are 1) The beauty and people of Sitka.  Wintering there was one of the best decisions we made.  It truly became a second home to us. 2) and 3) The amazing scenery of Misty Fjords National Monument and Kenai Fjords National Park. Will we go back - a definite maybe but there is a lot of world yet to see.

With that we will leave some of our parting photos as we headed back to the Salish Sea.

We will miss our friends the sea otters

Leaving Resurrection Bay

Shear cliffs of Taz Basin on Granite Island
Taz Basin

Seal rookery in Taz Basin
Sunset with forest fire smoke

The only whale we observed breaching

 

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Seward and Kenai Fjords


June 30, 2018

We made our exit from Prince William Sound via Elrington Passage with a visit to New Chenega Village along the way.  During our winter in Sitka one of the books I loaded on my Kindle was The Great Quake; How the Biggest Earthqake in North America Changed our Understanding of the Planet  which was about how the earthquake of 1964. In the book was the story of Chenega Village and how 1/3 of the population was lost to a tidal wave while the ones that survived hung together at the schoolhouse on a hill next to the village. I had heard that will the native folks ask that you not go ashore at the original village that the schoolhouse was still standing.  On our way past Chenega Island we took time to look at the village site from out in the cove.  We could see the schoolhouse (on a much shorter hill than I had imagined) and the pilings from the old pier.  We could also see why the village had been sited on the cove as it is a very picturesque location that looks to be well protected from storms.  On the other hand the gently sloping beach that attracted the village children to play on it on that fateful day also proved to be a perfect funnel for a tsunami.  The Village folk originally were moved into another village but long standing rivalries made that situation less than ideal.  In the end they were able to establish New Chenega Village.

New Chenega Village has about 30 full time residents.  In many ways it confused us as visitors as the town was very quiet with few people out and about but perfectly graded roads (including to a new housing development with no houses) a graded and lighted gravel runway, a modern dock/marina, a ferry dock, a clinic and community center, and a gorgeous Russian Orthodox Church.  When I expressed interest in the church the woman with the key allowed me in and the decorations were amazing. The entire ceiling and most of the walls had been hand painted by an iconographer.  We stayed on the village dock for a couple of nights.

Chenega housing development with no houses

Chenega Community Center


Chenega Russian Orthodox Church 
View from Chenega (notice the boats on the beach)



Inside of Russian Orthodox Church

Inside of Russian Orthodox Church

Prior to arriving in the village I noticed that at some point the top 8 feet of our high-frequency radio antenna had gone swimming (apparently the threads stripped that held that section on).  We had still been able to use the radio but knew that it would work a lot better at its full design length.  I managed to cobble together some 3 ft sections of stainless rod I had and then tried to stiffen it with some plastic rods and PVC pipe.  It looked pretty pathetic as even when we tried to use guy wires it still leaned over like the top of a shepherd’s crook.  The good news was it did transmit well enough that we were able to make contact with a ham operator in the Virgin Islands. While we were in the village I mentioned the problem to an elderly native man who was chatting with myself and several fishermen on the dock.  He offered that we could use the antennae off his old boat now permanently grounded above the tide line if I could get it down.  I did manage to climb up to the crow’s nest despite the boat having a 30 degree list as it sat partially buried in the sand, and did get the old antennae to mount on our boat.  We used that antennae until our friend Bruce bought one for us and carried it down to Seward for us so now we have a new antennae for the first time since we have owned the boat.

Boats on the beach - Antenna came from the boat on the left

High Frequency radio antenna we used until a new one was delivered in Seward

The other thing that was fascinating while we were in the village was that there was a commercial fishing 12 hour opening in the bay which was expected to have a good run of fish as a fish hatchery is at one end.  Over the weekend we got to talk to several purse seine boat fisherfolk as they prepared their boats on the dock for the Monday opening.  Monday at 8 AM the boats were off and running and it was quite the rodeo as they each tried to lasso the biggest batch of fish possible.  We didn’t see any collisions but would not have been surprised as they ran their boats at top speed to get their nets out within a few feet of where the next boat was doing the same thing. We don’t know how many total fish were caught as we headed out about mid-morning.

Preparing nets over the weekend for the Monday opening

Race to get nets in the water

Lots of purse seiners 


Closing the purse 
Hauling in the fish

Seward located at the head of Resurrection Fjord.  This was our first look at Kenai Fjords area and what immediately struck us was that the scenery and geology was very different than it had been in Prince William Sound.  We immediately started seeing different wildlife as well with our first sighting of a puffin in the wild shortly after turning into Resurrection Fjord.  When we arrived in Seward we found a town much bigger than we had expected and were greeted as soon as we tied up by other local cruising sailors.  There is another boat of the same model as ours that is moored in Seward and we were eager to see if they were in port but soon found out they were out on the water but everyone seemed to be familiar with the boat and by association with ours.

The mountains around Seward and Kenai Fjords are very different than Prince William Sound

Stark mountains

Marathon Mountain behind Seward

We stayed 2 nights in Seward as we needed some rest with our lingering respiratory infections that had been making us miserable for a number of days.  On the second day I was showing signs of recovery (having begun my illness a week before Clarice) and decided to explore town a bit (especially to look for a certain magazine – more to follow on that).  I visited the SeaLife Center aquarium and was very impressed with the whole place but especially the shore bird aviary.  They have a walk-in aviary with 30 species of local sea/shore birds including several species of puffins.  The birds have grown very accustomed to people being among them and it was not unusual to have a bird fly within inches of your head or to choose to sit on a rock a couple of feet away.

Tufted Puffin in SeaLife Center

Eider SeaLife Center

Bird habitat islands

Thousands of birds nests in these islands

Thousands of birds nests in these islands

Puffins at Sea


Since we had been off the grid (AKA no cell service or internet) for a number of days we started catching up as soon as we approached Seward and got a cellular signal.  Among my email was a request that I immediately sign some forms and email them back as an article I had written was to be in the July edition of Sea Magazine.  I was able to find the edition was already on-line and was very pleased with how they had presented my work. ( Sea Magazine article )  One reason I was looking in every store that carried magazines in Seward was I was hoping that I could find a paper copy to read but alas no one carried it.

We left Seward on a rainy, cloudy day and then added wind to the mix.  After putting up with uncomfortable water for a while we radioed a local tour boat who told us where there was a protected cove where we could anchor comfortably for the night. The next day we were able to move into the next Fjord south but the rain and low clouds persisted.  Fairly early in the day we decided to put down the anchor and take a nap as the bits of ice from glaciers at the end of the fjord were getting pretty thick and we couldn’t see much anyway.  When the tide changed the ice moved to provide a path and we decided to go up to Aialik Glacier and see what we could see.  Even though it continued to rain the glacier was pretty spectacular and we were glad we made the trip in to see the face.  We then turned back and anchored in a very protected and spectacular cove and hoped for clear skies.
This morning clear skies did prevail and both of us are finally feeling much better.  Leaving Aialik Bay we passed some island where we saw thousands of sea birds including hundreds of puffins.  We were pretty overwhelmed by the whole show.




We continued into Northwestern Fjord on the recommendation of our guide book that referred to it as a bit of hidden gem.  WOW what a gem.  Every 15 minutes a new vista of different mountains and more glaciers would open up.  This is one of those places that after 3 days of rain, low clouds, and feeling ill reminds us of why we are here. 

On the way into Northwestern Fjord we were hailed on the radio – or rather our sister ship from Seward was hailed. We responded and reported that we were hoping to make contact with Four Seasons but were not them even though we look very similar. While we were conversing with the first boat a second boat broke into the conversation and indicated that they had spoken with Four Seasons this morning and suggested that we anchor near them.  We are now anchored in a bay with a glacier about ¼ mile off our stern feeding a stream that empties into the bay behind us. To our port side are 3 hanging glaciers, 2 of which send ice falls down onto a snowfield forming a glacier at the bottom of the cliff extending almost to the shoreline.  We have heard about 6 ice fall events since we have been anchored.  Off our starboard side is, well, just lots of phenomenal scenery.  Finally off our bow is just another snow capped mountain range with a number of glaciers sliding down including one to tidewater.









We visited the boat sharing the anchorage and they related stories from their 7 year odyssey of going south to the Sea of Cortez only to decide to keep heading south and through the Strait of Magellan and then back up to Labrador only to make a U turn and head back through the Caribbean and the Panama Canal and back to their home port in Alaska.

This wooden boat has been on a 7 year odyssey that included travels through the Chilean Canals (it is a motor vessel with sail assist and sail stabilization)


July 4, 2018

Since the last note we continued south until we finally reached the point of feeling satiated (or perhaps overwhelmed) with the wild beauty around us.  At this point we are moving back north towards Seward.

It finally feels like summer may have arrived with several sunny and warm days in a row and more and more wildflowers blooming. The only stain on the record was a day when there was thick fog low to the water reducing our visibility to less than 1/8th mile at times.  Even that day had spells when the fog would back off for a few minutes and allow us a glimpse at the scenery around us and then finally toward evening the skies cleared nicely.  We had discussed getting into Seward in time to see the fireworks and festivities but decided against it especially since Jarvis is often left as a shaking puppy of nerves after fireworks (and why do they have fireworks in Alaska in the summer anyway – they were scheduled for midnight when it is about as dark as Seattle at 8 PM this time of year).
Last evening I was sitting on the deck trying to recall what little I have taught myself of playing the recorder (we bought a set of 3 nice ones for the boat to play in all of our “bored time” – they haven’t been out since winter in Sitka).  I was making music (noise?) accompanied by a whale that spent most of the evening feeding in the cove, waterfalls, birds, and seals slapping the water (perhaps a comment on my playing).  We were the only humans that we were aware of despite being able to see for miles around us.  I finally gave up my playing when no-see-ums were deciding I would make a good dinner.  After that I lit a bug coil in the back cockpit and sat and talked to Jarvis a while before Clarice and I finished out the evening with a video we had along.



Jarvis attired for a shore outing in his life vest, bear bell, and water activated strobe light








Today we set about trying to address my remaining Alaska bucket list.  I want to catch a halibut or salmon, get a really good photo of a puffin, and finally get a really good photo of a bear.  The fish simply haven’t cooperated.  Puffins abound along our route but always where there is a sea swell and trying to use a 400mm lens on a moving boat has proven to be a challenge.  The closest bears we have seen have also been too far away to allow for the perfect shot (and also there is the issue that I really don’t want to be on the same beach as the bear while taking its picture).  While the bucket list still challenges me, we have instead found more of the unexpected bits of wonder we have come to expect.  We took a kayak trip across the bay to a somewhat interesting looking beach and found it to be a mini-wonderland with a tiny islet, a sea arch doorway to the next beach, and a beautiful waterfall cascading down the rocks.  Jarvis was completely entertained  barking at the waves as the beach was open to the Gulf, I took photos , and Clarice took a shower in the waterfall (you’ll have to take my word for it as she forbid photos) seeming to forget that the water originated in a melting snowfield only a short way above the cliff.


Clarice's Shower
A sea arch leads to the next beach





July 11, 2018

At this point we are biding our time and making final preparations while we wait for our Son-in-law, Paul, to arrive as our crew member while we cross back to SE Alaska.  He is expected next Tuesday and so far the weather tea-leaves look fairly hopeful (after the past several days when we have endured the remnants of another tropical storm with constant high winds and buckets of rainfall).

When we got back to Seward we had several packages waiting for us in general delivery which gave us plenty to do while we sat on the dock and watched the rain.  

Boat Projects:

I understand that my grandson Henri now looks forward to the boat projects notes in the blog and always points out that any little boat project always seems to become a big boat project.  This series of projects seems to fit that pattern pretty well.

#1: The little leak that wouldn't quit

In the last blog entry we mentioned water in the guest stateroom on the floor. Before leaving tie boat we were able to determine that the source was a very small leak around the flange that holds the inspection cap on the forward fresh water tank when the tank is completely full.  The leak has probably been long standing but we were never able to find the source before.  In any case over time the water fills a reservoir of sorts under the dresser in the main berth which it turns out does not have a natural drain to the bilge.  We believe that when Bruce and I were trying to troubleshoot an intermittent problem with the water maker (more on that to follow) we added a bit of water to the already full reservoir and all it took was the weight of two adults sleeping in the guest berth on the same side of the boat to cause an overflow onto the floor.  When we got back to the boat we decided to make a repair with the dreaded ("dreaded" because it is impossible to remove if there is an error) 3M 5200 sealant / glue.  We managed to pop the flange loose and put 1/2 tube of 5200 "fast cure" ("fast" being 24 hours) on it after it was cleaned and then dropped it back into place (keep in mind this is all being done down in a restricted area access hole under our bed).  24 hours later we filled the tank and the leak had gone from a seep to a gusher - oops, apparently dropping the part in place was not enough to cause the 5200 to seal.  Back in Seward for our rainy day project we cut the dreaded 5200 loose with a vibrating saw and started over.  This time we used normal cure (normal being 7 days) black 5200 with almost 1/2 tube being carefully smeared on the flange and almost 1/2 tube being carefully smeared on the tank and all of the remainder ending up on the floor and hoses surrounding the project, my tools, my hands and arms, my shirt, and most stylishly the black cement on my white hair.  We haven't been brave enough to fill the tank yet to see if this fix worked - we might try it after next Saturday when 7 days has passed.

The leaky flange

Reaching through the floor while kneeling under the bed to scrape off the old sealant


#2: The pump that almost could

So back to the intermittent water maker problem.  Our water maker is a rather old unit that is spread all over under our bed.  The main components are a low pressure intake pump, some pre-filters, a high pressure pump and then the reverse osmosis membranes.  We weren't even sure it worked when we purchased the boat as it had been "pickled" (preservation chemicals added to the expensive membranes to preserve them for long term storage) and we didn't want to mess with the pickling process until we had time to work with them.  We have since confirmed that the system would make water but have already had one minor catastrophe when the top of one of the pre-filters split and we flooded under the bed some time back.  This time the issue was traced to the low pressure pump (which lives tucked up in the bow under our bed) not putting out enough pressure to push the water through the pre-filters. (And of course this was discovered when we have realized we don't dare fill our primary fresh water tank to the tippy-top for fear of it leaking so we had to watch our water consumption carefully as we can't store our full capacity and we can't make more.) We looked into a new pump (less the electric motor) and learned it was $600 so the $300 for a rebuild kit didn't sound so bad.  We had the parts ordered by aSeattle dealer from the California manufacturer (who refuses to mail to USPS general delivery) who then reboxed the parts and sent them on to the Seward Post Office. After removing rubber parts with scrappers that should have just dropped off and removing a seal with a Dremel cutting tool we recognized the pump had experienced a hard life.  After a nice re-painting of the motor and rebuild of the pump it now seems to work reliably and well.

#3: The "Jack Sparrow" compass

Fans of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series will be familiar with Jack Sparrow's compass that points any direction but north.  We are working with a similar problem.  The main radar unit on Salish Aire is industrial grade and displays on a chart-plotter / radar display unit which has the ability to also overlay the radar image on top of the chart image IF it has a compass connected to it. We have the compass and while it has always been a challenge to keep it correctly aligned it does work.  Our original chart-plotter display unit had the Achilles Heal of using only chart cards that are no longer made and becoming more and more difficult to find on the used market.  We learned some time back that the next generation newer chart-plotter would plug directly into our current wiring and would accept more available cards.  In the long run we figured that getting a used chart-plotter of the newer design would quickly pay for itself in savings on chart cards (we use it as a back-up to our primary navigation computer).  We were finally able to acquire a newer chart-potter and get it installed.  Installing it involved removing two circuit boards from inside of the original unit (they added extra capabilities that the new one didn't have) and replacing the memory storage battery (which was spot welded to the circuit board and so a pain to change).  The first time I turned it off after putting it back together it refused to boot up so I pulled it back apart again and re-wiggled connectors and ribbon wires and then it was happy.  It is now working except that the electronic compass still doesn't consistently point the right direction. Perhaps it is trying to lead us to pirate's gold - but more likely than not it will just take more time (and/or parts) before it all works as it was designed to.

July 15, 2018

We are back in Seward doing final preparations for our trip back across the Gulf of Alaska.  We expect our son-in-law Paul to join us Tuesday and then will head out as soon as possible as we appear to have a stretch of good weather coming our way (after getting slopped around badly enough yesterday that I got seasick again - no fun).  Wish us luck, or better yet send your prayers.



A cabin in the forest - abandoned or just gone temporarily ?? 



Older signs of making a go of it in the forest