–Caitlin + Jason
Face-masked and carrying duffels of food, the four of us flew from Oakland to Kodiak on June 1. As much as we were looking forward to reuniting with Debonair and to resuming our voyage as a family, it was hard to leave California as the protests were gaining powerful momentum. We haven’t had access to any news in two weeks, and we wonder how you and the world around you are.
In the meantime, we are plunged in other worlds and states of being here. The winter in Kodiak, one of the snowiest in years, was hard on Debonair. We arrived at the head of her dock by taxi on a rainy evening and set to unearthing our bunks from under piles of sails. Water had found its way into every crevice on deck and ice had opened some of those crevices into leaks. Our bunk was far too wet to sleep on that first night.
After a week of long work days for all four of us, and after being screened for Covid, we came out of quarantine to fill our lockers with provisions and pick up tools and supplies.
We didn’t manage to repair our electric windlass (still hauling the chain by hand), but it was time to go. We said good bye to kind friends we made in Kodiak and sailed for Afognak, the island just to the north. It was a relief to be underway again, the boat moving through and over the water in the way that’s become so familiar to us.
Sailing toward our final Afognak anchorage, the breeze began to die. We ghosted along. Then, in the quiet, we started to hear a great distant roar, which resolved, as we approached the shore, into the barking and groaning of hundreds of sea lions. Humpback whales surfaced ahead of us, and then all around us–gliding, feeding, releasing great sighing breaths, and then diving. Behind us, they started spyhopping and slapping the water with their fins. As if it were one big party, bald eagles soared onto the scene, and tufted puffins skittered off the water ahead of us. Arctic terns dove again and again as the sun, still high in the sky, fell a little lower. We felt like we were being given a great welcome back to this wild place after our time away, after the challenges of this year, after the work to get Debonair sailing again.
After most of an hour drifting under the sheer cliffs among the whales, we started the engine, motored into Tonki Bay, and dropped the hook to sleep before the next day’s long trip across to the Kenai Peninsula.
This coast of the Kenai is true wilderness. We are so far from anybody here. Snow-capped peaks and spruce-covered islets slide by as we sail through fjords. We spent one day motoring up to the head of a fjord to meet the Aialik Glacier, a very active glacier flowing into Aialik Bay from the Harding Ice Field. We drifted for an hour in the slush ice and listened in awe to the booming and cracking of the glacier.
Due to Covid concerns, we aren’t using the showers at the boat harbors this year, so we took advantage of a windless and relatively warm day in Tonsina Bay, our first anchorage in the Kenai, and set up a bit of a spa in the sun on the foredeck. You might disagree with our use of the term, but to us it was a spa, and we took turns with pots of hot water and soap and thick dry towels, and all was good.
When a low pressure system was forecast to come through a few days ago, we took cover in one of the few anchorages on this part of the coast—the depths are generally too great for anchoring. We were glad to turn a sharp corner just past the entrance into Crater Bay and find almost 360 degree protection from the wind and, as a stunning bonus, two 500’ waterfalls spilling down steep walls. We learned pretty quickly, though, that the geography of this particular cove, instead of protecting us from the easterly wind, increased that wind and directed it at us from different directions in a meteorological phenomena called a williwaw.
Through the night and the next morning, as we strained at our anchor, the wind alternately gusted from the north, driving against our starboard bow and healing us hard to port, and from the west, pummeling our port bow. In the strongest gusts, we would hear a seething roar as we watched whitecaps race toward us ahead of the wind; as the gust increased to 50 knots and more, it blew the tops of the waves up in great, white, wedge-shaped spumes of spray. Wearing exposure suits against the wind and horizontal rain, we went on deck to secure halyards and lash down flogging sail covers. The wind was powerful on deck—you couldn’t look into it–but it was reassuring to see that, despite the forces, Debonair and her anchor tackle were keeping us safe.
In the morning the wind flipped our little dinghy, Pepita. She was mostly submerged, and it would take concerted teamwork to bring her aboard safely in these conditions. As the gusts allowed, Caitlin and Alma brought Pepita alongside, Jason used a brief lull to climb into the dinghy to attach a lifting rig, and Arlo handled the halyard at the winch. After she was secured on deck, we felt as if someone had been looking out for us. We were lucky that the oars were still wedged in under the thwarts where we’d left them.
There’s some recovery after 18 hours like that. Exposure suits need to dry, sail covers need to be resewn, hearts need to return to their normal resting state. Though the wind was down today, we stayed put, running the diesel heater to dry out, eating pancakes to start the day and baking cookies to end it, reading, writing and appreciating the quiet and the stillness.
We’re looking forward to sailing into Seward soon, where we’ll get news of the outside world and post this news of ours. We are thankful for our boat, for each other, for this beautiful place and the opportunity to see it, for the welcome we’ve received from Alaskans, and for you all–wherever you are–and for the good work you are doing.
A few days ago we were all lying on a great granite erratic on the shore of Midnight Cove, soaking in the sun, thinking our own thoughts. Arlo moved his head from Jason’s boot, which he’d been using as a pillow. “I like thinking,” he said, “that there’s nothing but earth between me and the center of the earth, and there’s nothing but sky between me and the ends of the universe.” It’s useful to be away from some of the distractions, the noise of life ashore, to remember our place in the world.
