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Half Way to Go

Now that we have ticked over to July the summer (at least my summer) is about half over. I’ve done a couple of boat related posts so far but I have a number of random pictures from the first half of the season that are interesting but didn’t quite merit a post of their own.

Smoke
Smoke

This spring we had the second largest forest fire the Kenai Peninsula has seen in the last 100 years or so. We got a lot of smoke. The above morning headed to Bear Cover was one of the thicker days.

Rain, not smoke...
Rain, not smoke…

The weather has been pretty exceptional this summer but we have had a few rainy days too. Trying to remember where I was headed here but I’m pretty sure there should be some mountains in the background.

Unusual but not a kitchen sink
Unusual but not a kitchen sink

We move a lot of interesting stuff and this 24 foot carbon fiber Hawaiian outrigger canoe certainly rated a picture.

Really diving into it...
Just need to reach a little further…

We attack everything we do with great enthusiasm and grabbing something out of the forward cargo hold is no different…Just kidding. Actually, this was the day I was drying out the Derkka boots after I came to the simultaneous realization that the left Derkka boot and my left Xtratuf both leaked.

'Yak Attack
‘Yak Attack

I’ve only got five kayaks on the boat in this picture. I think that I’ve had eight on the back before and I don’t think that that was a record for total kayaks on the boat. At this current time I still haven’t knocked any innocent bystanders off a float while docking either (fingers crossed that it stays that way).

Home, into the darkness
Home, into the darkness

This was an evening trip returning from Halibut Cove to the Spit. Photos don’t do it justice, it just makes you feel insignificant.

Is 8:00 a really a good time to be done for the day?
Is 8:00 a really a good time to be done for the day?

This is a reminder of a really weird day. 30-35 knot winds forecast but calm all day (while I was crewing it should be noted). Last trip of the day I take myself (I’m now captain and crew) and my people are late due to foolishness. Waiting for people and the wind finally starts to come. Finally find the people and BOOK it over drop them off. By the time I’m back to the harbour I’m fighting through really short coupled 4 to 5’s coming straight down from the head of the bay. One of those times when it’s a challenge just to squeak into the harbour entrance.

The other fun part of NE winds is that they blow us off the side of the slip and can, in extreme circumstances, make it impossible to dock. Naturally, I’m docking at about 8:05. The peak of the wind was about 15 minutes later though. That was about the same time that I realized my car was parked a mile away on the other side of the harbour. It was also raining sideways. Definitely a day in the life.

Hitchhiker
Hitchhiker

I took this over my shoulder as I was spinning around to get into the fuel dock. The gulls clearly sit on the boat when it is static (and apparently think it is a public restroom) but I think that this is the first time one has dropped in while I’ve been in motion. It’s expression was much more smug in person.

Cohen Island going on 11:00
Cohen Island going on 11:00

I think that this has was the latest trip of the year so far. If memory serves this was about 10:40 coming back from Kasitsna Bay. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, late night light is an incomparable way to wrap up the day.

The best things that happen on the boat are spontaneous and I don’t get pictures of them. However, I think that I can benefit from taking a moment to appreciate (and sometimes capture) the smaller but finer things at work that make work, and life, good. They are everywhere.

One Night at Timbers

Every summer I pledge that I will spend more time at the cabin and every summer I don’t spend enough. While I will probably continue to uphold that tradition last week I managed to fit in a whirl wind single night trip.

Dropped off by my trusty water taxi. So very convenient.
Dropped off by my trusty water taxi. So very convenient.

It feels like one rule for going to Timbers is that one must arrive at an inconvenient tide. This time was pretty convenient but I still got to wear the Derkka boots to jump off the front of the boat.

You really have to see them in person to get it. Sorry...
You really have to see them in person to get it. Sorry…

On my walk up to the cabin I found a perfectly good buoy.

A perfectly good buoy. Score!
A perfectly good buoy. Score!

As always the cabin was lovely. I was impressed by the number and variety of flowers this early in June.

Marco mode star flowers?
Marco mode star flowers?
Flowers whose name I don't know with nice black background. They were between the cabin and the outhouse so I guess we can call 'em outhouse flowers...
Flowers whose name I don’t know with nice black background. They were between the cabin and the outhouse so I guess we can call ’em outhouse flowers…

After some primitive surveying activities out on the flats and a tasty can of tuna (forgot the Mayo in Homer) for my evening meal I took advantage of the evening light.

Light is a fascinating thing to photograph. Clearly I need more practice.
Light is a fascinating thing to photograph. Clearly I need more practice.
Super red spruce cones and some light.
Super red spruce cones and some light.
Good night Halibut Cove
Good night Halibut Cove

The next morning I was up at the crack of dawn, or, as others call it, around 11 (because my phone was off). After an entire can of Hash for breakfast (you can’t take it with you) I decided to take advantage of the lack of wind and paddle the kayak that I needed to bring back to Homer out to Glacier Spit.

A light load of gear for the boat
A light load of gear for the boat

I really did pack light and I didn’t even need to put any gear in my front compartment. For once I actually left close to high tide and decided to take advantage of that fact and explore Rusty’s Lagoon behind Glacier Spit.

The far end of Rusty's
The far end of Rusty’s

Kayaks are remarkable vehicles. They are very easy to propel at a surprisingly fast pace and allow access to all sorts of out of the way places. We are fortunately to have a pair of wood kayaks built by my father (see future posts hopefully).

A remarkable little vehicle
A remarkable little vehicle

After reaching the end of Rusty’s Lagoon I decided to portage my boat over the berm to wait for my pickup rather than fight the current. Glacier Spit is a great place to hang out and have lunch.

Incoming Nap. Watching the world pass by on Glacier Spit
Incoming Nap. Watching the world pass by on Glacier Spit
Civilization incoming
Civilization incoming

Out of Hibernation

It must be summer because fun things are coming out from their winter storage…

'Yaks Be Back!
‘Yaks Be Back!

Also, as a result of our warm spring, it seems that a large part of Alaska has caught fire and we can now hardly see the light of day for the smoke.

Staring at the sun turns out to be anticlimatic
Staring at the sun turns out to be anticlimactic