Photos Update #2

Due to the scarcity of high-speed internet in Northern BC and Southeast Alaska, I haven't been able to upload any photos. That is about to change.
Day 17
Morris Bay, after a hard day's sailing


Sunset at Morris Bay - Red sky at night, sailor's delight

Leaving misty Kiltik Cove

Fun sailing

Rail in the water!!

Day 18
Klemtu Fuel Dock, before the rain

In full foul weather gear during the height of the rain


Day 19
Algae growth in the water

Approaching Hartley Bay

Graham Reach

Day 20
On watch - reading The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins on evolution through natural selection (either very ironic or suiting, however you want to look at it, on a boat named Darwind)

Day 20
Wing and wing with the big genoa poled out with the boathook
Bringing down the Canadian courtesy flag as we cross the border under very similar conditions that we crossed into Canada - No wind and overcast

Day 21
Welcome Pizza in Ketchikan

Day 23

First drone flight in Knudson Cove
Day 24

Porpoises swimming along with us


Second drone flight at Santa Anna Inlet




Day 25


Water color change in the north end of Zimovia Strait


Day 27

Going over 8 knots through Wrangell narrows

Approaching Petersburg at the end of my first solo day

Comments

  1. Yours TrulyJuly 7, 2016 at 6:29 PM

    Beautiful photos Richard. Those drone shots were impressive too.
    Aunt Sheri

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