Alaska, Again.

–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.

Clear late evening skies across St Paul’s boat harbor in Kodiak.

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.

A leak in the galley left our ancient propane stove rusted beyond recognition. Caitlin rows a new stove home to Debonair. Alma assists.
Jason installs the new stove. Alma gets the assist again.
Arlo did some rig work aloft . . .
. . . as did Alma.
Alma’s back on deck, using a block plane to shape a cutting board for the galley.

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.

Leaving Afognak bound for the Kenai Peninsula. Sunrise at 0400.
The dramatic Kenai Peninsula . . .
. . . where mountains become cloud.

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.

Alma with boat pole at the ready.
Arlo fending off larger “bergy bits” (Bergy bits not pictured here. Some were hazards.)
Glacier and islets.
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.

Catching this King Salmon did even more for Arlo’s sense of well-being.

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.

We made it to Seward! Here you can see Debonair here at the transient wharf among the commercial fishing boats. It’s quiet in a town that’s usually full of summer tourists.Despite the rain, we’re enjoying this little Alaska town, and especially the chance to wash our clothes and run on trails in the woods

How I Caught 140 Salmon in 2 Days

–by ARLO

“You’re a young feller now, and I’m expecting 50 hauls a night out of you, and I don’t want to have to beat you, ya hear me?” said Gary, our Alutiiq friend who had taken me purse seining that evening. Gary, his wife Jill, his nephew Fred, and friend Peter were all from the beautiful native community of Ouzinkie, on Kodiak island.

Me and my fishing instructor.

 

 

Gary was a comedian, always calling people by nicknames. He called me Little Buddy, his adult nephew Fred, “Fatty Baby,” and he just called his wife Jill, “Wife.” He would always be getting into playful arguments with her, and she kept him down to earth. Fred was funny as well, because he would catch thousands of fish every year, but did not eat a single one! He, Jill, Peter and Gary were all out purse seining Red (Sockeye) and Pink (Humpback) salmon to give to the elders of the community who could no longer get their own fish. People from the community put in requests for fish and they would catch it, clean it, can or freeze it till everyone had the fish they needed for the winter. They did this for free as a service to their community.

Purse seining is an interesting type of fishing, and it has many applications on many scales, ranging from big tuna purse seiners to mad-sized salmon purse seiners to Boston whalers with a couple hundred foot long net, which is what we were using. We started off with the two boats tied together, drifting, looking for salmon jumping. When we saw a jumper we would motor over, and Gary would say, “Wife, you circle round the fish by Sandy Beach,” and the two boats would split, the other boat pulling the net out from the bin on the bow of my boat. Fred and Peter would be hitting the water with giant metal plungers to scare the fish back into the net. When the two boats were together again, Gary and I pulled in the lead line that ran along the bottom of the net, and he would give me instructions such as “easy now, easy” and “pull like hell!” Once we had that aboard, we pulled in the corks (floats) along the top of the net. Then we started stacking the net back in the bin. I stacked leads, and Gary stacked corks, and we pulled the net in as we went, with the bottom of the skiff slowly filling up with salmon. After we stored and counted the fish (usually 25-40 per set), we started looking for more jumpers. It was a lot of fun.

Maybe Gary was kidding when he told me that he expected 50 hauls a night, but I would have done it happily if he had asked because I enjoyed it, I learned so much about an important part of life in a small Kodiak community, and I made a lot of great connections. I don’t know how likely that it is that I will make it back to Ouzinkie, but maybe someday I will end up working on a seiner out of Kodiak and come back and visit Fred, Jill and Gary.

On the water in Ouzinkie.

Alaska Photo Bomb

With limited internet access since we left Hawaii, we’ve been collecting a few photos to share. They are below in roughly chronological order.

Summer ends early in Alaska and school is not far away, but we’ll post a couple times again before we head home. Enjoy the pics (the formatting might be easier to see on a computer than on a phone) and be in touch!

Offerings to Neptune as we leave Kauai. Jason on conch shell.
Kauai still on the horizon astern.
At sea.
First fish–a wahoo! Don’t let that get away, cowboy.
The little red boat is DEBONAIR. The blue triangles are very big ships. Big, like a quarter-mile long. While some parts of this ocean feel empty, there’s lots of traffic in this part of the North Pacific as we cross shipping routes to the West Coast.
And colder still.
It was so cloudy for so long. . .
…and then 18 days after we lost sight of Kauai, the sun came out, the fog lifted and we saw Kodiak, Alaska (visible here at left) . . . .
The whole crew.
The fifth-largest city in Alaska, the town of Kodiak has something under 10,000 residents. And everyone is connected to the water. As I write, we are the only cruising sailboat in the harbor–our excellent neighbors are purse seiners (pictured here with its aluminum skiff), the seiners’ tenders, long-liners, and trawlers. We’re loving learning about Alaskan fishing, Alaskan lives and Alaskan generosity.
After a few days of re-provisioning and a few hot showers in Kodiak, we set off to explore Kodiak Island. Here we are coming in to a nearby cove.
Way up one gorge-like bay we shed our boots and we swam!
This cannery was shuttered fifteen years ago, but when our friends on Dogbark and we tied up to the dock, the caretaker, Lance, invited us in to look around. So many lives were lived out in this handful of buildings on the side of this island, so far from everyone else. Evidence of their days remains in bits of graffiti, their tools, the machinery they handled, the signs in three languages that set the rules that governed their movements, the scratches on the floor from their boots. More images below.
The next cannery was 50 miles further south–more remote, 109 years old, but still very much a going operation. The cannery is a real community built from itinerant workers, largely from Eastern Europe, Japan and the Philippines, as well as Alaskans who have been working in the cannery for a generation or more, and the fisherfolk who bring their catch daily. We visited at the cannery and with fishermen on DEBONAIR and there was more visiting even as we transited the bay. We were moved by the warmth and humanity that clearly sustains this community.
Here a couple of aluminium set net skiffs tie up to DEBONAIR for a gam while we are underway in Uyak Bay. This family gave us fish, sweets, and books for the kids as well as invitations to their fishing camp. We’ve also been given smoked fish, halibut, venison and elk meet. In great quantity. Sometimes we feel like we need to anchor far away from generous Alaskans while we catch up on the eating. As our biggest eater, Arlo is in heaven.
On a beautiful breezy day we sailed from Kodiak Island across Shelikof Strait to Geographic Harbor, a deep cove in the Katmai National Park and Preserve.
Alma rows around Geographic Harbor looking for Grizzly Bears.
This guy is a very big male. We also saw mamas and cubs and bears we think are teens. We got to watch these mythic animals go about their business–climbing hills, swimming, clamming and lying on the beach holding clams in their paws to eat them, berry-picking, wrestling, nuzzling, pooping.
We’ve left the tundra of southern Kodiak Island. Spruce dominates the farther north we get and moss is a close second.
We are sad to leave every island we’ve been to, and sailing from Kodiak Island is no different. By the end of the week, we’ll set sail bound for Afognak Island and then we’ll go on to the Kenai Peninsula on the mainland, where we’ll look for a place to secure DEBONAIR for the winter.

We have a few more thoughts we’ll be sharing soon. Thank you again for reading–we love thinking of all of you.