Due to the delay from rescuing the fishing boat, we didn't come into Sand Point until the wee hours of the morning so we slept right through that. The ocean picked up significantly in the night and the heavy rolling of the boat woke me up. Thankfully, I don't get motion sick but the boat bucked and heaved hard enough a couple of times to make my stomach lurch. I was worried about my husband who DOES get motion sick quite badly but he's been religious about taking his Bonine (a miracle drug!) and he was completely fine, thankfully!!!
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I'm trying to find the name of this mountain - if you know it, please comment. Just after this photo was taken, we saw a HUGE kodiak bear on the grassy knoll on the left. Unfortunately, my photos of it didn't come out well... :( |
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Lupines in abundance everywhere! |
We arrived in King Cove. Our time there was shortened up a bit because the Captain was trying to make up some lost time. Meaghan, one of our cafe servers, told us the crew refer to Chignik Bay as Cheeseburger Bay and King Cove as Hamburger Cove - none of these little villages along the way have any shops or cafes to speak of. When the ferry comes in (every two weeks in the summer only) it's a BIG deal. It's a floating restaurant! After the ferry passengers head out to explore, they open up the restaurant to the locals. Many come to eat but they also leave with bags and bags of take-away. Cheeseburger and fries and pies for days... they also buy supplies from the ferry - everything from caselots of food to toilet paper. The ferry tries to anticipate the needs and stocks up on extra supplies for this very reason. It's not intended to be a supply ship but it sort of works out that way anyway.
From Cold Bay, we headed for False Pass - the last point on the Alaskan Penninsula before we head off the mainland and out into the Aleautian Island chain. The weather deteriorated significantly after we left Cold Bay and soon, a cold, dense bank of fog engulfed us and it started to drizzle rain. The wind started to pick up and the ocean rose. During dinner, we surged and dipped over 10 ft. waves but, to our amazement, we weren't bothered by it much. I guess we've found our "sea legs" as they say. False Pass was a short stop - only 45 minutes - just long enough to stand on deck, watch people wander along the pier and the galley pack up and send out about 50 cheeseburger and fries to a waiting crowd and then we pushed on. We'll sail along all night and should hit Dutch Harbour around 9:45 tomorrow morning.
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