We fished on
both shores of Fredrick Sound in brilliant sunshine. At one point, this sea
otter came up alongside the boat and did a whole show for me and then sat up
like I was supposed to throw him a fish, which I didn’t, so he did it again. Looking
back I wonder if the other fishermen do throw them fish so that is why he was
performing. I drove from the bridge, enjoying the scenery and the eagles while
the guys fished.
Finally,
after hours of cruising around Gene got a fish on and of course it immediately
started to rain. It was a 12 pound silver, which Dad declared, “A beautiful feisty
fish.” He gave a jump rating of 8 for
the acrobatics that it displayed during its path to our net.
We decided that
it was best to head into Petersburg Harbor for the night because the next day
we were going to Le Conte Bay to look at the Le Conte Glacier and Petersburg
Harbor was the nearest spot to tuck into for the evening. Now that the
Simbalaut was capable of making water the only things that required her to go to
shore are fuel, booze and guests coming or going.
Hands down,
Petersburg harbor was the best harbor so far on the trip. The harbor was so
different than what we experience at home. We had big boats on both sides of us
and we were hooked up to 60 amp power! The sail boats were gone and they were
replaced with tough looking fishing boats. The brute strength of vessels that moored
there was impressive and they dwarfed us as we walked by. The working boats of
the 57th parallel north are some serious boats.
We spent the
evening giving the boat a much needed bath in anticipation of the photo
opportunities that we were expecting at the glacier.
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