June 25, 2025 – Wednesday
Tuesday was a welcome break from the water as we stepped ashore and made our way to Prince Rupert’s Sunken Gardens. After days at sea, it felt good to stretch our legs and spend some quiet time walking the paths, chatting with friendly locals, and simply enjoying the calm surroundings.
With spirits buoyed, we turned to practicalities: refreshing our galley stores and replacing the port-side navigation light—small but vital tasks that reminded us of the quiet rituals of life aboard.
The afternoon drew us back toward the water, our thoughts shifting to the next leg of our journey: from Prince Rupert to Southeast Alaska via Venn Passage, into Chatham Sound, and across Dixon Entrance into U.S. waters.
By first light on Wednesday, we slipped lines and eased out of the marina, the town still wrapped in quiet.
Though the skies hung low and the air was hushed, experience told us not to be deceived—especially with Venn Passage ahead. That narrow channel never gives a free pass, and this morning was no exception. As we threaded between markers, the stillness was fractured by the rush of local fishing boats, surging past in pursuit of their favorite grounds. Their wakes slapped at our hull like mischievous spirits stirred from slumber, especially tricky at low tide when the margins tighten and every ripple demands our attention.
Entering the broader arms of Chatham Sound brought both relief and reflection. The open water offered us space—physical and mental—to consider the next challenge: crossing the storied Dixon Entrance, a stretch of sea as politically charged as it is physically unpredictable. Though the seas were rougher than forecast, we pressed on, our course steady.
The most taxing moment came not from weather, but from weaving around a fleet of gillnetters spread across our path. We couldn’t tell if they flew Canadian or U.S. flags, which somehow underscored the strange ambiguity of these waters. Here, the boundary between nations blurs like fog over the bow. The long-disputed “A–B Line” remains a ghost on the charts—binding to some, irrelevant to others—its shadow complicating fishing rights and leaving captains to navigate not only tide and wind, but uncertain law.
Having successfully transited Dixon Entrance we dropped anchor at Foggy Bay and enjoyed a beautiful and tranquil evening.
Prince Rupert Sunken Gardens
Back to the Water
Eagles at Cow Bay Marina
Prince Rupert BC to Foggy Bay Alaska
