There comes a time in every adventure when the thought breezes through the mind, “Why is this what we do for fun?”  It’s often accompanied by feats of  physical and mental strength focused on survival which leave little energy to dwell on the question as it blows past in the wind.  Yesterday we sailed, soaked in rain, toward our goal of reaching Ketchikan.  Somewhere around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, we pulled into Port Neville.  We’d made good headway with wind and tide in our direction pulling around 8 knots through the downpour.  Soaked so deeply to the bone our forearms may bend, we dried out and waited through the adverse tide before pushing on.

Once you get used to the rain it is easy to see past it to the beauty of the wilderness we are passing through.  We had dolphins off the bow and many a bald eagle, not to mention the coastline.  Pt Neville, itself is an abandoned logging village visited now by fools like ourselves and local fishermen.  Oh, and bears.  We have officially had our first bear sighting.  It was brown, but our best guess is that it was a brown black bear.  We didn’t get too close to prod it or ask questions.

Around 8 or 9pm, we set out to ride a favorable tide further north to Telegraph Cove.  It was a hell of  a ride.  Freddy was quite tossed around and almost out of the boat.  Turns out those bones had dried out and weren’t bending, but bruising, though we don’t think broken.  One of his fingers is twice as big as the rest and his bruised back and shoulder are a likely excuse to get out of rowing as today is providing us little wind.  Regardless, we sailed through the night and made it to the lovely Telegraph Cove in the wee hours.  We’ll take a short walk around, take it in and set out again to reach Port McNeil.

Back in Port Neville, there is a post office, long out of use, which looks like someone will return any day to pick up where they left off after a long holiday.  I wonder if there are any long lost missives still waiting to be delivered: declarations of love never received, legal documents never made official, introductions never made.  I suppose that is why we take these adventures.  We are creating the memories and writing the stories and delivering them, shortly to Ketchikan.