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After boarding our guest, Michael, we left Petersburg
and traveled west in Frederick Sound to a wonderful
(new-for-us) anchorage called Chapin Bay.
This juvenile eagle
seemed to stand sentry over our boat.
Everywhere we looked we found incredible scenes.
The guys were determined
to go crabbing no matter what the weather was
doing. So off they went, with Michael bundled
up in the boat’s
extra foulies gear. He lives in Santa Fe; this
was definitely not Santa Fe conditions.
You have to wonder what kind of manly B.S was
going. These two could debate the U.N. under
the table.
Maybe they were
arguing over who was going to get the ONE crab
they caught.
THE crab. We put
this crab together with those we caught at
Baker Inlet and had crab cakes that night.
Here is the master
crab slayer hard at work.
Now he’s purging
the detritus overboard – with
Mike keeping his distance.
Dave asked Mike
to put some sea water in the bucket for him.
Down it goes.
Up it comes – but
no water! No, you have to throw it in upside
down. I’m trying.
I’m trying. They finally worked it out.
What a team they make.
We had some fabulous
whale watching in Frederick Sound as we left
Chapin Bay headed for Red Bluff Bay. It’s
almost impossible to get good pictures of whales
because everything happens so fast.
Here is a series of shots of a Humpback whale
that surfaced right in front of the boat. Look
at that big blow hole.
The whale starts
to arch its back for a dive.
Now it’s really
arching.
Here comes the tail.
And it’s up
and dripping.
Bye. Bye.
As we looked back,
we saw the signs of another whale that was
clearly investigating the Green Devil. The
two whirlpools and the water disturbance right
at the stern of the Devil showed us they may
have been wondering if they had lost a family
member.
We continued on
our way in this year’s
ubiquitous fog conditions. I always think of
a Forest Fire of Fog when I see something like
this.
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