August 20, 2025 – Wednesday
We slipped away from Ketchikan this morning, bound for Foggy Bay and the edge of Alaska. If the weather holds, tomorrow we’ll cross Dixon Entrance—leaving behind the wild embrace of Southeast Alaska and entering Canadian waters. But today was a gift all its own.
The day began with a quiet thrill: fueling up while floatplanes danced into the sky, their wings slicing through mist and memory. We eased southward along Tongass Narrows, the water glassy and serene, a mirror to the shifting skies above.
Though the mountains wore veils of morning fog, the channel remained clear—an ethereal corridor of calm. By midday, the clouds lifted in celebration, revealing brilliant blue skies and cotton-white cumulus that seemed to drift just for us. The light played across the water in layers: silver, slate, and sudden gold.
Tonight we’re anchored in Foggy Bay, tucked beside our friends aboard Embark. The anchorage is quiet, the air soft with salt and promise. It’s one of those rare days where everything aligns—weather, company, and the slow unfolding of beauty.
Southbound from Ketchikan: Toward the Border, Beneath Blue Skies
