August 15, 2025 – Friday
Last day at Wrangell -Wednesday August 13
Beautiful Sunny Day
Wrangell to Frosty Bay -Thursday August 14
The day began with high hopes and low visibility—fog socked in the marina like a sleepy blanket that refused to be folded. Our early departure plans tiptoed quietly out the door as we waited for the mist to lift, sipping tea and watching the cruise ship Alaska Dream sidle in for fuel like a whale at a gas station. By the time she topped off her tanks, the fog had graciously peeled away from the water, though it clung to the mountains like a moody shawl all day long. Sunless but never joyless, we traced the east side of Wrangell Island in a slow-motion ballet of beauty: adventure boats zipped past en route to Anan, barges lumbered by, and fishing vessels danced their quiet routines. When we finally tucked into Frosty Bay, it was ours alone—no neighbors, no noise, just the soft hush of evening and the feeling that the day, despite its foggy start, had unfolded exactly as it should.
Frosty Bay to Myers Chuck – Friday August 15
If yesterday was a slow waltz through fog and wonder, today was its brisk, confident sequel. The mountains still wore their misty veils, but the water was clear, granting us an early departure from Frosty Bay with a sense of quiet triumph. The sun remained elusive—perhaps on vacation—but the fog-draped peaks were so hauntingly beautiful we hardly missed it. The sea greeted us with a mirror-like calm, and for a while, we glided over glass. But by midmorning, the east wind stirred, ruffling the surface into playful chop. The waves danced, we swayed, and spirits stayed high. By the time we reached Chuck Meyers Cove, the tide was low and the dock welcomed us like an old friend. We tied up just ahead of the rain, which arrived with the evening and settled in like a lullaby. Safe and snug, we let the rhythm of raindrops on the deck carry us gently into sleep—another day wrapped in the quiet magic of the Inside Passage.
