This picture is a perfect example of the serendipitous nature of the learning that does happen. I walked past these two twenty-somethings on the way to Del Viento one afternoon. They were lying on the dock about ten feet apart with their heads and arms hanging over the edge. I interrupted them: "Are you guys marine biologists, by chance?" They told me they were and wondered how I guessed. I told them I have two girls who would spend all day in the same position if we let them. I introduced Eleanor and Frances to them and the four of them looked at the water and talked about stuff in the water for two hours. The girls love that stuff and know a lot.
How does school happen in this cruising lifestyle? The truth: it doesn't.
Since leaving Victoria two months ago, we've been overwhelmed by all we've seen and experienced. Now that we've reached our northern-most point at 59 degrees latitude, we're going to head south, back to Mexico.
Vibrant Curiosity—there's a 27-foot MasterCraft ski boat still tucked away in the garage, hard to see in this photo. The boat is reportedly owned by a German—so why an English name and a London hailing port?
But unassuming Auke Bay is a jumping off point for Glacier Bay National Park, which is why some of the largest privately-owned yachts are here.
This is where we sat anchored for two nights. It was pretty damn nice, a place and time Windy and I won't forget. We'd have stayed there until we ran out of food, but the clock is ticking on our trip north to Alaska.
This was nearly the end to a day-long passage, most of which we spent either slack-jawed or smiling. Windy and I agreed it seemed just like we were motoring up the valley floor of California’s Yosemite National Park.
Along with the clear water and blue sky, this looks like we've landed in the Sea of Cortez or the Bahamas. But that's not white sand, it's ground shells. The beach itself is called a midden and it's a small, concentrated area where First Nations people (Canadians' term for Native Americans) deposited their waste shells for hundreds of years.
Well, I’m glad you’re here. I’m about to announce The Next Big Thing.
Del Viento on the transient dock in Friday Harbor. The weather was beautiful and we untied and headed over to a quiet cove for the night, on Shaw Island, visible across the water on the left side of the picture.
The Robertson family aboard Del Viento deal with U.S. Customs and Border Patrol on their arrival in Friday Harbor, Washington.
Late in their hours-long sale. The cookies are nearly gone, the second loaf of banana bread is out, the Riki Tiki Tavi kids have left, and lots of rocks still for sale on the table to the right. Pictured are Jonah, Frances, Kai, and Eleanor.