Summer Solstice...and Back to the Mainland
Time for another anchor watch.
Upon leaving Trollfjord, we retraced our steps toward Lillemolla but kept right on going...for another 70 miles or so back across the open water to the mainland. With gale warnings in the forecast, Boogie wanted to get back to within striking distance of Bodø in case things got really nasty. So we're now anchored at the head of a fjord near a tiny settlement named Eidet. It's not far (as the crow flies) from Mannbåer, our anchorage last Saturday, but this time we're on the other side of the mountains from the open water, the fjord we're in having snaked east and south and back around west.
And as if in response to yesterday's observation regarding wildlife, once into this fjord we were surrounded by a pod of pilot whales, some of whom swam quite close to the boat. And after they'd wandered off, a couple of otters could be seen on shore along the waterline. Boy Wonder says there are several stands for hunting moose in the canyon above our anchorage, so I'm hoping a hike might reveal one of those critters.
That might happen. We're not heading anywhere later this morning. Instead, we'll stay on the hook here and people will kayak and fish in the protected waters, or hike on shore, while up along the ridges and out in the open water, the storm rages. You can see the low clouds racing over the mountaintops above, and yesterday's sail including a raucous stretch near suppertime when we bounced and rolled beneath low skies and cold rain while running under yankee sail alone. Poor Marlies was cooking a huge pot of noodles with peanut sauce while Polar Bear rocked from side to side through 90 degrees or more.
Given the crappy weather and a change in the watch, I adjourned to my bunk around 6pm and observed the solstice all snug in my sleeping bag with the lee cloth securely fastened to keep me in my bunk rather than on the cabin floor. I plugged in the iPad and noise-canceling headphones, listened to some music and, shortly after the 6:16pm solstice, nodded off for an hour's nap. Then it was up for the remainder of the run to this anchorage, which we made at about 1am this morning. A long day, to be sure.
But later today is all about having fun, so once this watch is over (in 10 minutes) I'll head back to bed knowing that I won't have to get up again in less than an hour to shove off. Instead, I'll tuck in and sleep as long as my body (and the noise of 15 other passengers) allows.
I just poked my head out of the hatch to check our position (all good) and noticed a couple of tiny spots of blue sky scattered in among the scudding clouds. A waterfall can be heard from the thick, green woods on shore. And the broad, rocky cirque that forms the headwall above the canyon is littered with gossamer waterfalls as well; it's all quite lovely (yet again), so, yes: I'm thinking a hike will be in order today. Who knows? Maybe I'll even conjure some more haiku.
Upon leaving Trollfjord, we retraced our steps toward Lillemolla but kept right on going...for another 70 miles or so back across the open water to the mainland. With gale warnings in the forecast, Boogie wanted to get back to within striking distance of Bodø in case things got really nasty. So we're now anchored at the head of a fjord near a tiny settlement named Eidet. It's not far (as the crow flies) from Mannbåer, our anchorage last Saturday, but this time we're on the other side of the mountains from the open water, the fjord we're in having snaked east and south and back around west.
And as if in response to yesterday's observation regarding wildlife, once into this fjord we were surrounded by a pod of pilot whales, some of whom swam quite close to the boat. And after they'd wandered off, a couple of otters could be seen on shore along the waterline. Boy Wonder says there are several stands for hunting moose in the canyon above our anchorage, so I'm hoping a hike might reveal one of those critters.
That might happen. We're not heading anywhere later this morning. Instead, we'll stay on the hook here and people will kayak and fish in the protected waters, or hike on shore, while up along the ridges and out in the open water, the storm rages. You can see the low clouds racing over the mountaintops above, and yesterday's sail including a raucous stretch near suppertime when we bounced and rolled beneath low skies and cold rain while running under yankee sail alone. Poor Marlies was cooking a huge pot of noodles with peanut sauce while Polar Bear rocked from side to side through 90 degrees or more.
Given the crappy weather and a change in the watch, I adjourned to my bunk around 6pm and observed the solstice all snug in my sleeping bag with the lee cloth securely fastened to keep me in my bunk rather than on the cabin floor. I plugged in the iPad and noise-canceling headphones, listened to some music and, shortly after the 6:16pm solstice, nodded off for an hour's nap. Then it was up for the remainder of the run to this anchorage, which we made at about 1am this morning. A long day, to be sure.
But later today is all about having fun, so once this watch is over (in 10 minutes) I'll head back to bed knowing that I won't have to get up again in less than an hour to shove off. Instead, I'll tuck in and sleep as long as my body (and the noise of 15 other passengers) allows.
I just poked my head out of the hatch to check our position (all good) and noticed a couple of tiny spots of blue sky scattered in among the scudding clouds. A waterfall can be heard from the thick, green woods on shore. And the broad, rocky cirque that forms the headwall above the canyon is littered with gossamer waterfalls as well; it's all quite lovely (yet again), so, yes: I'm thinking a hike will be in order today. Who knows? Maybe I'll even conjure some more haiku.
Labels: adventure, Norway, Polar Bear, sail
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