Saturday morning at about 1:30 Slacktide dropped anchor in Mud Bay, bringing me home from the sea. My two-week trip away from the homestead, most of it spent sailing in my brother and sister-in-law’s homebuilt sailboat, has come to an end. Now, more than a full day later, I’m showered, dressed in clean clothes, sitting at my place at the table with my majestic view of the Mountain With No Name. I am, however, still gently swaying, unconsciously compensating for the cabin’s gentle rocking in the waves . . . .
S/V Slacktide at Coghlan Island outside of Auke Bay, Alaska, with Mendenhall Glacier in the background (Photo: Mark Zeiger)
What a trip! It would be futile to try to adequately describe all the details in this space. How to express in words the joy of returning to remembered places, the excitement of finally exploring new ones that had only been glimpsed or hinted at previously? Perhaps a brief, incomplete list of the highlights:
