Haida Gwaii to Winter Harbour, and Vancouver Island home

Queen Charlotte City docks

Phil and Stacey at Copper Beech House

Haida Gwaii

      On a calm July morning at 3am we departed Prince Rupert in the dark for the very intimidating Hecate Strait, and Rose Spit shallows at the entrance to the Haida Gwaii Islands. Hard to  imagine the Haida people making this same crossing in dugout canoes with no GPS or Radar! From the little harbour at Sandspit we crossed over to Queen Charolotte City marina where we tied the boat off and drove north to the old town of Masset. At the Copper Beech House we were greeted by our host Chelsea, and settled in for a hiatus from the ocean winds. This is writer Susan Musgrave’s house as evidenced by her prolific writing collection and eclectic artistic decor. Every object from Haida bentwood boxes to plastic headless dolls adorned the walls. With fellow travellers Phil and Stacey from Prince George, we were treated to one of Chelsey’s gourmet salmon dinners, and entertained with stories of poet/writer Stephen Reid’s bankrobber days. A memorable hike up the Towhill Trail led us on a winding boardwalk up to an amazing view of Rose Spit with its ribbon of white sand beach on either side. Packing up after an early breakfast we met the great lady herself, Susan Musgrave, sharing anecdotes and stories like the wonderful storyteller she is.

Gwaii Hanas National Park

Haida Village Longhouse beams

The Watchkeeper's House

        

     Back on Chantey V the stage was set for the passage south to Gwaii Hanas National Park, where we anchored off Skedans. Entering by dinghy at the village site, our ‘Watchkeeper’ Jessica, a Haida native, toured us through the historic moss-carpeted village. Once almost thirty longhouses and more than fifty frontal and mortuary poles faced out to sea. Today the totems are decaying in the grass and the grounds are eerily silent, but the spiritual quality of the forest and an almost mystical quality pervades the site. “How’aa Setlana”, our Watchkeeper called out as we said goodbye…I believe it translates ”Blessing of the Gods”. We visited two other villages on route, K’uuna Llnagaay and SGang Gwaay, a Unesco World Heritage Sight. A hurricane had ripped through SGang Gwaay in 2018 and unfortunately much of the site had been devastated. Before departing Gwaii Hanas we spent two nights at Rose Harbour, an old whaling station. A wee guest house made of cedar planks and clay bricks from the whaling station lies nearby. Natalie took our lines and welcomed us to join her and a kayak tour group for a homemade dinner from her lush garden. Gooeyduck ravioli and salad. Surprisingly tasty! Late that evening we got a knock on the stern. It was Natalie with a gift of yam fries and red pepper jam. A little Haida Gwaii hospitality! 

    Gale force winds had passed over as we lay hunkered down in Rose Harbour, so with a break in the rain and winds, we decided to get outta Dodge and brave an overnighter across Queen Charlotte Sound to Vancouver Island, an overnight passage 170 NM south.

Rose Harbour whale bones

Bradys beach

Soaking at the Hot Springs Cove

Anchored at Friendly Cove

The residual seas from the gale lingered and made for a very rolly slog across the sea with 2 meter swells, often referred to as the 'Washing Machine Effect!' We sailed a virtual straight course with one jibe into Winter Harbour the following afternoon. The Royal Victoria YC  Central Coast cruise was on and much of the fleet had turned homeward in the face of inclement weather. But one boat had weathered the storm and gone over the top. As we strolled the rickety wooden boardwalk, Barbara and Brian Dodsworth on MV Tanguer sidled up to the dock in Quatsino Sound later that day, and the Happy Hour was on! We spent an enjoyable few days travelling with our new-found mateys to Klashkish Basin and Walter’s Cove, Kyuquot. Here we made a run for it ahead of predicted gale force winds, and made a beeline inland in driving rain for the palapa bar at the marina dock of Tahsis, BC.

Winter Harbour

Barb and Brian's Nordic Tug Tanguay

Friendly Cove

                       Friendly Cove is noted for where Captains Vancouver and Quadra met in 1792 to sign the Nootka Convention and turn over their  claim to the Pacific Northwest Coast, to England. The lighthouse keepers and the Mowachaht Band were indeed friendly as we explored the lighthouse, admired the stained glasswork commemorating the event in the church, and walk the beaches.

 

     

Hotsprings Cove

                            A day trip away in a pea-super fog we entered Hotsprings Cove and tied off at the dock in the sunshine. A frenzy of activity surrounded us as tour boats and float planes deposited tourists from Tofino, eager to have a Westcoast experience. The steaming pools at the end of the 2km wooden plank trail were crammed with pink, sunburnt bodies. But at 5pm the springs cleared as the holiday-makers headed for home. Along with our solo cruiser friend Scott on SV Danny Boy, we soaked up the theraputic waters and soothed our aging bones.

                         

Tofino to Ucluelet and Bamfield home.

      Sunny Tofino seemed like a bustling metropolis compared with the solitude of the tiny fishing villages we had been used to. The tourists were flocking to the restaurants and shops, and all manner of summer recreation was in full swing. Tied to the public dock downtown we awaited sister Mary's arrival at the bus depot for the final leg of the journey. Solo sailor Scott joined the welcoming party on board, and we settled in to enjoy the sights.

       A short jaunt down the coast brought us into Ucluelet Small Craft Harbour. The Wild Pacific Trail was our destination for the day; a robust hike to the lighthouse with magnificent peek-a-boo views of the rocky coastline.
The delightful Broken Island group and of course Bamfield were next including a hike to our favourite Bradys Beach. But home was calling so we pushed off early in the morning mists for foggy Port Renfrew, and onward to Victoria. And so concluded a memorable three month voyage to the fiords of Alaska and the pastoral waters of the Pacific, and home again to our beloved Caddy Bay.

Our Alaska Voyage

We left RVYC on May 8th and returned on August 10 for a total of 95 days for the voyage of 2,683 NM in 67 legs. We got a fairly even mix of good and bad weather which is the best you can hope for with an Alaska summer. The long days were a great help in dealing with the very large tidal ranges and getting under the bridges at Juneau and Sitka. Not a lot of sailing opportunities and we very happy to have the new Beta 38 engine installed by Ben Gartside earlier this year. All in all a great trip which we would highly recommend.

Portland Canal, Stewart to Haida Gwaii

Salmon Glacier, Stewart BC

     After being buffeted about by the Williwahs, strong mountain winds, in the anchorage, we braced ourselves for the raucous crossing of the Dixon Entrance passage back to the mainland. Nothing but a slight chop awaited us, and the ever-present fog bank off the coast. A long journey up the Portland Canal deposited us in the village of Stewartt BC. where old friends of Daragh’s, Doug and Marlene, spend their summers. They greeted us at the dock and we spent a couple of days enjoying a real Northern BC experience including seeing Doug’s Ultimate Man Cave with all the essential boy toys. They drove us 3000 feet up to the summit of the breathtaking Salmon Glacier where we checked out  the sight of the old Grand Duke Gold Mine where Doug supplied his mechanical expertise for many years. The afternoon closed with a campfire and weinnie roast at the top of the canyon and beers later at the Hyder town bar where folks come to get ‘Hyderized’. But time and tide wait for no man, so we set our sights on our next passage, crossing the Hecate Strait to the Haida Gwaii Islands.

Doug, Marlene and Daragh

Weinnie roasting Stewart Style

the ultimate man cave

On top o' the world

                                                                                            

Sitka, Alaska

Sitka vistas

Coolest couple Steve and Vicky

Russian Cathedral

Peril Strait to Sitka

     Thanks to Steve and Vicky on Tango we managed to pump Freon into our refrigerator and now we won’t be living on Spam for the remainder of the trip! From here we crossed the rock-laden, appropriately named, Peril Strait. As we neared the West Coast a wall of fog rose up to meet us, making the narrows and the pass quite treacherous. Fish boats loomed out of the fog ahead of us at every turn. As they say up here, “ In Alaska we don’t tan, we rust!” At the far side we entered an expansive, picturesque bay with a snow-capped volcano in the background, Sitka Harbour. Hundreds of fishermen were readying themselves for the season opening. Oddly, everyone wears gum boots year round, locally referred to as ‘Alaskan sneakers’. The town appears quite prosperous with a thriving tourist industry due to its’ beautiful setting enshrined by towering mountains, and its’ unique Russian history. 

Old Sitka main street

The Haida Nation, and the newcomers

HRH George and staffer

     A few days later we set course for Goddard Hot Springs only to find the auto pilot had disconnected. A few hairy hours of bobbing around in the rollers later, Daragh managed to reconnect the tiller arm and we were off again. 

Goddard Hot Springs

The hot springs proved to be a delightful spot. Clean spring water gushed from a tap into a man-made pool in two little wooden huts with views of the ocean. After a good steamy soak we were ready to move on.

Puffin Bay 

Sitka to Hydaburg:  Close Encounters of the Canine Kind!

       It has been a trying few days after being eaten alive by black flies at Tenakee Springs and Appleton Cove, and enduring heavy fog off outer Prince of Wales Island. But the real terror was waiting for us in beautiful Warren Bay. We sailed in under clear skies to a perfect crescent of white sand. Whales were frolicking in the waves as we dropped anchor. The problems began when we attempted to dinghy ashore and were almost flipped over by the incredibly large breakers on shore! I settled with Georgie in the sand while Daragh braved the breakers alone to try to get the dinghy to a better location at the far end of the beach, where we could get off again later in the day. As I sat on the beach it dawned on me that we were not alone. To my horror a pack of six young wolves appeared watching me tentatively from the creek bed fifty meters away. I knew if George spied the pack he would go mad with barking and things could go very badly for us both.So  I slowly put us both back in our life jackets for protection and very quietly started moving down the beach to the water’s edge, bear spray in hand, my heart pounding in my chest! After what seemed like an eternity we reached the dinghy. I called out to Daragh, “ Wolves, a pack of wolves!” To which he replied, “don’t worry I’ll get your gloves later!”. 

Warren Bay's sandy beach

Scene of the wolves den!!

 Fog! A complete white-out of mist surrounded Chantey as we crept out of the bay at daybreak. Visibility was only fifty feet and was socked in for the duration of the day. So our eyes were glued to the radar the entire trip.

Visibility zero!

At the tiny hamlet of Craig we were one of the few pleasure craft in the fleet of fish boats preparing for the Seiners opening day. After provisioning we followed a sign to Shelter Cove Resort. We were pleasantly surprised to meet our hosts Dave and his wife who run a beautiful five-star fishing lodge and restaurant here and stayed for dinner. 

Halibut catch at Hydaburg

'Summertime and the living' is easy,

The fish are jumping' 

and the weather is fine,

Your Daddy's rich

and your momma's goodlookin'

So hush little baby

don't you cry.'

Rock Cod galore!

Carving totems

Hydaburg Totems

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Glacier Bay to Skagway

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.

               It is the source of all true art and science.” 

                                Albert Einstein

Icy Strait

Setting a course for Hoonah, a small Tlingit native village across the strait from Glacier Bay, we arranged a pit stop to meet BCA members Tony and Coryn Gooch on their Nordic Tug. A tasty halibut supper and numerous sailing stories later we bid farewell and prepared to cross Icy Strait early next morning. 

Coryn Tony and Cathy on Chantey V

Hoonah,AK

Glacier Bay

    And so we arrived at Glacier Bay National Park and World Heritage Site. If ever we needed a place to intrigue and inspire us, this is it. Just 250 years ago Glacier Bay was all glaciers and no bay! Today fewer than a dozen tidewater glaciers remain. Sequestered at the head of the inlets, these glistening  jewels flow from soaring coastal mountains to the sea where they calve great shards of ice into the ocean below.  The occasional cruise ship passes by in the distance but otherwise we are left in peace with the eagles, seals, sea lions and sea otters. The sea otters are particularly amusing as they float along, belly up, like heaps of soggy teddy bears! 

Lamplugh Glacier

Margerie Glacier

Little Ice Age - who knew.

     Our first night we checked in at Bartlett Cove dock headquarters for our pre-reserved four day pass and then dined at the Lodge with the goal of cruising up to Blue Mouse Cove and on to the Reid Glacier. Although in recession, the glacier is impressive enough ringed in meringue-topped peaks. But what really captured our attention was the size of the paw prints we spied in the sand as we hiked to the edge of the glacier! A large bear and cub had been this way only a short time before!  From Reid Inlet we spent the following day exploring John Hopkins and stunning Margerie Glacier. The latter one of the few to still be tidewater, dropping off into the sea below. Kaboom! As we watched the glacier began calving off huge blocks of ice into the ocean. The inevitable fog was rolling in so we decided to make a move and head back to the safety of our anchorage. On our last day in the bay we started the long trek back and stopped for lunch at an idyllic cove beside Willoughby Island. Suddenly we heard the sounds of a blowhole! Three Humpback whales were lolling and diving leisurely in the shallows nearby, flukes skyward. A perfect conclusion to to a fine day.   

Lynn Canal to Haines

   A brisk sojourn back down the Icy Strait in big seas and we slipped into the shelter of Funter Bay for the night. On the floating dock we met Kris and John on SV Monarch and their black lab pup Boomer, from Sitka, Alaska. Kris invited us aboard for a seafood curry made with their fresh caught Spot prawns and crab, and related tales of life in remote Kodiak AK on at the tip of the Aleutian chain. 

John & Kris & Boomer on SV Monarch

   Turning north with a following wind up the often treacherous Lynn Canal, we aimed the pointy end towards Haines and Skagway. The mountain scenery here is becoming quite stunning with immense snow-clad peaks on either side of the fiord. Dropping the hook in William Henry Bay we were pleased to see our buddy boats coming in behind us. G and T’s with glacier ice were chilling with an impromptu drinks party aboard Nimue.  As we chatted a large brown rock started moving across the beach! A lone grizzly was foraging for his dinner as dusk settled over the inlet.

Almost there

Haines Small Boat Harbor

John and Marian, and 'Lucy'

Haines to Skagway

    The Burough of Haines with its’ incredible panoramic views of the Fairweather Mountain Range, is a hidden gem in the Alaskan hinterland. Only a few cruise ships stop here so the atmosphere is still one of a peaceful fishing village. Plenty of history in these parts with the old Fort Seward and the gold rush fever of times gone by. John and Marian decided to fly in on their darling little red float plane ‘Lucy’ and we spent the day strolling through the town under a cloudless blue sky. A weather window presented itself  and knowing how the winds can whip up in the channel we took to the sea and  cruised into Skagway under full sail next morning.

Ready to ride the rails

Skagway circa 1900

Skagway today!

A star is born