Bright and early Sunday morning Mother Goose departed, leaving Ketchikan’s planes and ships, fishermen and visitors, fondly behind us. Cruising through the Tongass narrows the city bustle faded away with only the grand expanse of the Tongass National Forest and the promise of adventure ahead. Six sharp Grand Banks entered the misty expanse of Clarence Strait headed north for the delightfully small burrow of Meyers Chuck. Such a continuous stretch of misty hemlocks, lively waters and craggy shore can overwhelm the senses. But our attentive crews prevailed in sighting the wildlife living out their lives in this magnificent place. Jane on Patos called out the first Humpbacks of the trip, spotting several blows and flukes off the fleets port side. Shortly after, the crew of Bonum Vitae were delighted by a surprised visit from some exuberant bow-riding Dall’s Porpoise.
Upon arriving at Meyers Chuck, the crews decided to stretch their legs and walk through the thimbleberries and Salal bushes to a nearby beach. Fortunately, the tide was out, and we were able to catch a glimpse of the magical and intricate worlds within the intertidal zone. Limpets and chitons lay still on their home rocks covered in the brown algae fucus. Green anemones and purple and orange seas stars dotted the remaining small pools of water, awaiting the tides return. The fleet rounded out the evening with a lively social hour on Deception enjoying both the delightful fillet of salmon and scallops as well as the equally delightful, though slightly less salty personalities of the crews.