A few weeks ago the weather in SE Alaska was looking great. On a Sunday afternoon my wife spontaneously said, “Let’s go to Pelican.” I double checked the wind and weather, and we were on the water an hour later for the 50 mile voyage. All looked well. The inside water was like glass. The passage at South Inian Island is always a washing machine. Swirling currents want to change your direction. Inian is one of only 2 small inlets in our area that allow the tide to go in and out for thousands of miles of coastline. I knew from the chart we were several hours after high tide, so the tide was going out strongly. I didn’t think anything of it until almost to the open ocean. We started riding 4-5 ft swells. I could see some wave action of unknown height close ahead and wondered about turning around, but the opportunity to make a decision was short. Before I realize it we were in six foot waves, and at least one eight footer. The frequency was very close. There was nothing to do but keep the boat headed into it. We lofted and crashed repeatedly as the outgoing tide clashed against incoming currents. My wife said I muttered aloud, “What have I done?” What seemed like ten minutes was probably only about two, and we were beyond the worst of it. I have been through that passage a half dozen times and expect a little change to the surface of the water, but nothing like this. I had heard of people getting caught in similar fashion, but never experienced it myself. Of all my situations in Alaskan waters this was the first time I ever felt genuinely scared. The launching off waves and pounding belly flops of the hull gave my wife concern. She asked if the hull was going to be ok? I told her of a line in Riverhorse where they were told the hull can take more than the passengers. But that was someone else’s words. I don’t care to prove it again.
We tucked to the leeward of islands and followed a trawler out into open ocean for a while, then vectored off on our own in mildly rough seas that limited our speed to 8-10 knots. So much for the weather report. Once in the inlet to Pelican the swells followed us for a few miles, going faster than we were. The harbor was welcoming. We docked and headed for the only establishment that was open to get some dinner... and stress relief.
The trip home was a piece of cake.
Mel & Susan
We tucked to the leeward of islands and followed a trawler out into open ocean for a while, then vectored off on our own in mildly rough seas that limited our speed to 8-10 knots. So much for the weather report. Once in the inlet to Pelican the swells followed us for a few miles, going faster than we were. The harbor was welcoming. We docked and headed for the only establishment that was open to get some dinner... and stress relief.
The trip home was a piece of cake.
Mel & Susan