Gather around your glowing screen, dear reader, it’s time for some sea stories. For the Yahtzee crew, this particular yarn starts in the small fishing town of Craig, Alaska and ends some 1,300-miles and 10-days later in the bustling port of San Francisco, California.
A lot of you may be wondering why we chose to jump offshore all the way from Southeast Alaska to San Francisco instead of taking the conventional route down the Inside Passage through British Columbia before heading out. Deciding to go offshore hinged on a few key factors, the most significant of which was weather, and our thinking went like this:
- By going inside, we’d most likely be spending many days, weeks and miles under power slogging south. Not fun.
- Our crew doesn’t take conservative or well-worn routes just because that’s how it’s typically done. Not our style.
- We wanted to sail offshore to the west coast of Vancouver Island, but, alas, there are no points of entry anymore. Not cool, Canada.
- After spending several gorgeous weeks motoring around windless Southeast Alaska, maximizing time under sail was a big priority. Fun.
Taking all of that into consideration, Jill and I talked through our options over an evening brewski and when I said, “How about we just sail to San Francisco.” She quickly replied. “Yes!” And with that, we watched the weather and waited for the right window to open up. When a consistent westerly and northwesterly pattern established itself on the ocean, we stocked Yahtzee with food in Craig, topped up our fuel and water, put the boat in offshore mode, and made a course south for California knowing full well that there were going to be some serious highlights and lowlights along the way. Fortunately, the highs outnumbered the lows, and the stories go like this…
Highlight – Getting our sea legs
Motoring over a glass calm sea out of Southeast Alaska, the open ocean and long horizon in front of us is calling. Once clear of Baker Island, the wind promptly fills in from the west and with a hoot and holler from the crew, Yahtzee leans to port and off we sail. Up and down the wind goes over the next 24 hours and on and off goes the engine. But on day two, the breeze steadies and keeps coming. Completely out of site of land, we settle in on a starboard tack and let the wind do its thing. Bounding south in a 25-knot westerly, Yahtzee turns into a rocket ship downwind and we tick off three consecutive 160-mile days past British Columbia. All the while, dolphins play on the bow, the stars and sunsets and rises put on daily shows, and the deep blue of the open ocean captivates our senses.
As for the crew, with the wind comes larger seas and a 10-plus-foot swell, and we all take a couple days to get our sea legs and stomachs right, and to find our patterns in sleeping and watch keeping. Our onboard routines are flowing seamlessly by now, though, with Jill and I alternating 3 hour shifts at night and napping during the day. And, as expected, the boys overcome mild cases of mal de mer by day three with a combination of rest, fluids and a little bit of food.
We know that making fast and comfortable offshore passages means being prepared and confident in what the weather is going to serve up along the way, and we were happy to have good information coming to us from my brother Matt and friends Ryan Helling and Mike Descheemaeker. Over those first few days, our spot-on forecasts of westerly and northwesterly winds allowed for exactly what we’d hoped for, a ton of amazing sailing — until that one day…
Lowlight (literally) – The weather gets messy
With Yahtzee’s staysail set and two reefs in the main, water washes over the deck while battling a southerly wind that has gone from 10 to 15 to 30 knots in the matter of a few hours. The seas, too, have jumped in height and are now like big rolling hills that we climb over and then down again. Rinse and repeat. Saltwater starts finding its way in through the deck into any tiny nook and cranny possible, and several waves sweep under the dodger and down the companionway.
In the moment, we know this struggle is just the beginning, but the edge of the low will also pass relatively quickly. Onward we push throughout the day and into the night, fighting an unforgiving and unrelenting sea. All the while, the crew remains steady, upbeat and undeterred. Then, just before sunset, I watch as a line of clouds approaches from the northwest. “That’s it! That will bring the new wind!” and we tack to head west into the teeth of it. Sure enough, by midnight the now 40-knot breeze is abating and by 2 am the once strong southerly has turned into a moderate westerly. We’ve made it out the other side and are relieved to know it will be all downwind from there.
When we left Alaska, I knew the potential for skirting the edge of this low about 150-miles off the Washington-Oregon coast was very likely. No matter how good an offshore forecast is, it’s exceedingly difficult to make any 10-day passage without at least a day or two of adverse weather. Having encountered and sailed in similar storm conditions at sea before, Jill and I were also well aware that we’d be fine. We’d just need to make the sails small and keep the boat moving until it passed over us. In the end that’s what we did, and it was never unsafe, just uncomfortable.
Highlight – Big wind and seas means lots of sailing
Sitting in the cockpit facing aft, I watch as monster waves roll in from behind us, pick up our stern and then launch Yahtzee forward with plumes of white water shooting off each side. My smile seems as wide as the horizon. With the low past us now and high pressure bringing bright blue skies and 30-knots of northerly wind, we’re having the ride of our lives. And the boys love being in the cockpit, watching the swell roll underneath us and the boat surf.
Needing to maintain a southeasterly course deep downwind in the strong breeze, we strike the mainsail and opt to sail with just the genoa for several days and nights, which is comfortable and easy-to-handle. Again, we’re ticking off 160-mile days and only turn the engine on a couple times to charge the batteries and keep the autopilot diligently working through the dark of night. Though we spend some time at the helm, a happy autopilot alleviates crew fatigue, so keeping it powered up and maintained is a must. Onward we roll towards San Francisco!
Lowlight – Hitting a whale
It’s 5:00 am and pitch dark when Jill comes on watch and I head below for some much needed rest. Yahtzee is cheerfully motoring at 6 knots over a smooth sea, pushing through a thick blanket of fog in zero wind with the Golden Gate Bridge 40 miles ahead. About 15 minutes later, laying in my bunk thinking about our impending landfall, the boat suddenly feels like it plows into a huge wake, not quite coming to a full stop but close to it. Then there is a big bump on the port side followed by a shower of stinky saltwater falling in the cockpit. Jill screams “ANDY!!!” and I’m already running on deck into the black night in my underwear. All I hear next is a deep groaning sound then a loud spout. Holy shit. We just hit a whale!
It was too dark to actually see what was likely a humpback before the impact or after, and we obviously hope that it wasn’t badly injured. Yahtzee came away unscathed except for some seriously anxious crew members awaiting daylight to come, which, when it did, revealed humpback whales and sea lions all around us. Go figure.
Highlight – Rockstar Crew
“I feel like we just left an anchorage this morning.” Jill says to me while we bask in the sun and wind on day nine, our last full day at sea. “I know, we could just keep going. How ’bout we hang a right and head for Hawaii?” I half-jokingly reply. But it’s true. After so many days at sea our crew is dialed and comfortable with everything from mundane tasks to weathering storms. Porter and Magnus are completely unfazed. They eat and sleep on the same schedule they normally would, and there are plenty of activities to fill the days: Knot tying, racing RC cars down below, hanging out on deck, painting, cooking and baking, reading, cleaning, playing everything from music to dodgeball, resting with iPad time, and completing their schoolwork. This is a life they know well, and it certainly shows throughout the passage.
Jill, for her part, continues to be a wizard offshore. Her jack-of-all-trades ability to execute a meal plan for a passage, capably stand watches, and take care of me, the boys and the boat, all while assisting with sailing and navigating duties is remarkable. I can’t say enough how proud I am of our crew.
Highlight – Landfall in San Francisco
Through the thick morning fog, land, which we haven’t seen in ten days, finally becomes visible when we’re about 5 miles out from the Golden Gate Bridge. As we approach, our excitement grows and a slight breeze starts to trickle in from the west and then pipes up to 20-knots right before the bridge. With sails set wing-and-wing, Yahtzee rips through the gate with massive smiles and an even bigger sense of accomplishment from all onboard.
Just beyond the bridge, we weave through traffic of sailboats, tour boats and a kite boarding race to find the marina. Docking at the St. Francis Yacht Club, our crew jumps on the pier with wobbly legs, makes the lines fast and then we consume each other in a huge family hug. We’ve done it, 1,300-miles non-stop from Alaska to San Francisco — what a ride!
Yahtzee’s overall stats are taken from our Garmin inReach. I’m definitely happy about our average speed and the need to only run the engine for 62 out of 220 hours; the vast majority of which were spent getting to and from port on the first and last days and charging batteries.
11 Replies to “Sea Stories: Romping 1,300-miles from Alaska to San Francisco”
Wonderful account. Sorry to miss you stopping in Ucluelet. Kind of a culture shock to be in San Francisco? We always experience that going back to Seattle from Ucluelet. The boys are growing up so quickly.
Great recounting! How many hours per day did you need to motor to charge batteries? I’m surprised you had to do that given you have solar. If your autopilot draw averages 3-4A like ours, I would assume running the refrigerator is the reason solar couldn’t keep up?
We charged with the engine out of gear on three separate mornings before sunrise for 2 to 3 hours. The batteries were never critically low, but with the autopilot working hard in the consistently big seas and the fridge running I wanted to stay on top of our energy supply before the sun came up. Also, as we made our way south the days got noticeably shorter and warmer (I didn’t wear socks the entire passage!), so the reefer was working more than we’d been used to in Alaska.
Top yarn, Andy. Glorious sail. The boys will be amazing sailors and of course they are already.
Thanks, Jim! It was definitely a gorgeous sail.
Love it! Congrats! Hope to meet you all when we also get back to Mexico this fall.
Thanks, Roberta! See you in Mexico!
Andy, my wife and I met you Saturday night at the SF Maritime Historic Site as you were going back to your dinghy. Thanks for taking time to chat and tell us a bit about your story. We are so impressed with all four of you. Will be following along on your blog, Instagram, articles. You’re inspirational.
Thanks, Dan! It was great to meet you and Teresa and share some of our adventures.
What an incredible passage — thank you for sharing! Your journey to Alaska and back has been fun to follow. You guys have a great adventurous spirit… its very inspirational. I’d love to do something similar but don’t have the ocean sailing chops (yet!).
Patience – Cape George 38, Seattle WA
You’re welcome, Tim! Thanks for following along. Glad we can provide some entertainment and inspiration. Keep going and you’ll get those chops:)