Starr powered through the calm seas across Cross Sound, the northern most entrance into the fjord land of southeast Alaska in calm conditions. Our destination for the day was Black Bay, a favorite spot of Don and Sharry's on the western side of Chichagof Island. We powered south along the coast of Chichagof for twenty miles and turned left towards the shore. A passage between smaller offshore islands appeared in front of us and the Pacific disappeared as we wound our way deep into a maze of islands and channels. Along the way we had to stop Starr to let a fishing boat that was headed in the other direction get past. The passage wasn't wide enough to handle the two of us. After five miles of zigging and zagging we crept through the narrow entrance into Black Bay.
The Stabberts love this anchorage for its protection, scenery and wild life. They've had good luck spotting critters here in the past, and even before we had the anchor down Don had a bear in sight yesterday. We found him again with the binoculars after we got settled, a large grizzly munching on grass in a meadow fronting our anchorage. We decided to skip the hiking ashore.
Scurvy was the bane of ocean voyagers during the age of discovery. It is a disease that has, for the most part, been relegated to the history books. Team Starr does not want to be the contemporary voyaging crew that brings scurvy back into the news, and we have worked hard to that end. Sharry has been making gourmet dinners for us, and nobody goes to bed hungry here. Last night she made pasta carbonara, and it was outstanding.
This morning we awoke to find a herd of a dozen black tailed deer grazing in the meadow. This place is a zoo!
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