Sliding sideways with the flood current through a narrow, rock-strewn channel called Devil’s Elbow, I watched the depth sounder read 6 feet under the keel…
Falling in love with Alaska all over again
The wind was up and lunch was on the stovetop when I hoisted Yahtzee’s mainsail outside of the tiny cove and community of Meyers Chuck in…
Sailing up Vancouver Island’s wild northwest coast
The green mountains of the Brooks Peninsula shot up into the clouds off our starboard side. In front of us, Solander Island and its rocky,…
From stormy Ucluelet to enchanting Hot Springs Cove
Shortly after arriving in Barkley Sound, I took my usual long hard look at the weather and began to notice a string of intense lows…
Spring arrives in Barkley Sound
The days following our arrival in the Sound had been quite the opposite. It seemed as though a hose was being aimed directly at the Pacific…
You did what? Sailing to Barkley Sound in March
Before we reached the long ocean swell of the Pacific I could feel what was coming. The wind was going to build, the waves were going…
At home among friends in British Columbia
After a quick jaunt through the dense, electric-green forest on Portland Island, we came to a grassy clearing that sloped quickly down to the sea. I laid my…
That good old San Juan Islands cure
Jill was at the helm when we coaxed Yahtzee off the dock in Anacortes against a stiff cross-breeze, and while closing the gate and stowing fenders…
Bouncing round the Central Sound
Porter held an assortment of wrenches in his hands while I tightened a nut on the engine. He watched me finish intently and when we…
“There’s a raccoon down below!” and more from Blake Island
From the sheltered fire pit on Blake Island, we shined a light towards Yahtzee, which was the only boat sitting in the marina. A set…