July 9, 2025 – Wednesday
What an enchanting morning—the water was a canvas of reflections, light dancing on the ripples like brushstrokes in motion. After weighing anchor, we wound our way slowly past the rocks and shallows, reentering Stephens Passage with quiet anticipation. This stretch holds a special place in our memories—last year it gave us more than 40 whale sightings. We hoped for an encore.
We weren’t disappointed.
By the time we reached Seymour Canal, the water came alive with whale blows. Their misty exhalations caught the light and marked their presence like punctuation on the horizon. Last year I chased photos, trying to capture the perfect shot. This time, I simply watched. Letting the moment unfold without a lens between us made every sighting feel more intimate.
We reached Juneau by midafternoon, as planned—but found no space to tie up. Plan B: we crossed the Gastineau Channel to Douglas Island, where we’ll stay tucked in until the approaching weather front moves through.
Morning at Snug Cove – Reflections
Threading carefully through rocks and shallows we eased out of Snug Cove.
Views in Gastineau Channel
