Spring It On Me
Spring It On Me
|Apparently in Alaska April comes in like a lion, and stays that way. The Roger Henry is still shrouded in snow.|
I believe that once the dock lines are cast a calendar is the most dangerous piece of equipment onboard a boat. But while we are still dockside it serves the important function of pressuring me to perform. I will write the number 30 across today's square on our calendar, 29 on tomorrow's, and so on down to our ETD in mid May. I try not to think about the checkbook balance racing the calendar countdown towards zero.
The payoff for all this effort and expense lies just to our east--the Pearl of the North Pacific--Prince William Sound.
Vic and Kathy Martin, off the Island Packet Capella III, spent an evening marking our charts with bullet proof anchorages, the best spots for hauling in a cornucopia of halibut, salmon, oysters and shrimp, and prime habitats for spotting whales, seals, sea lions, grizzly bears, black bears, moose, mountain goats, wild sheep, wolf, fox, and if only I could be so lucky, wolverines.
This is big country. Prince William Sound alone boasts more coastline than the states of California and Oregon combined. One would need a lifetime to see, much less understand, it all. All the economic value of its natural resources aside, Alaska serves an important role in the American psyche. This last haunting expanse of wilderness stretches the imagination and the soul.
It is a crucible. In testing us, this land toughens us. But it also humbles us, for up here Nature rules supreme. We will have to be physically and mentally well prepared for the next six months and 2,000 miles of wind, wave, jagged rock and shoal as we cross the Gulf of Alaska and wend our way south towards the Lower 48.
Which reminds me, I had better cut this short and get back to work.