It was a beautiful summer day and both David and I were anxious to get off the dock
and see more of Baranof
Island while there was an
opening in the weather. That meant saying good-bye to soaking in hot baths
(something that’s easier said than done) and backtracking north to Takatz Inlet
– a small fjord located off Chatham Strait that we thought would be a nice place to spend a night or two.
It
was.
Takatz
is a beautiful fjord lined with steep, granite hills and snow-capped peaks. A
well-placed twist in the road landlocks the head of the bay and gives it an
intimate and welcoming feeling that you don’t always find in inlets. Better
still, we had it all to ourselves, something that’s surprisingly uncommon in Alaska , but the feeling of being anchored in a remote
location continued to elude us.
When
we’re cruising in Northern
British Columbia , we
often feel like we’re the last two people on earth – something we love and
regularly seek out but have yet to experience in Alaska . We’ve been close a time or two; but even on the
rare occasions that we were alone at anchor, there were other boats nearby.
That doesn’t change the fact that Alaska is incredibly beautiful or that we’ve seen some
amazing things along the way, because it is and we have. It simply means that
(in our limited Alaskan cruising experience) the word remote seems to imply
“distant” rather than “isolated”. Given the time and opportunity to get off the
beaten path, my guess is that would change.
Remote
or not, Takatz ranks high on our list of Alaskan anchorages.
Not
only is it well-protected with plenty of swing-room, Takatz is quiet and
peaceful with stunning views that beg to be explored . . . and we were willing
participants. We launched our kayaks and made our way to the head of the bay
which, according to the chart, ends in a mudflat. It doesn’t. Instead, we found
hundreds of salmon impatiently waiting to swim upstream and could partially
make out a waterfall behind a bend in the creek. Surely there were bears in the
area, the fishing was exceptional. But the water was too shallow and the
current from the falls was too strong for us to make it any farther so we had
to content ourselves with watching the eagles on shore and the salmon swimming
past, bumping the bottoms of our kayaks as they did before calling it a day and
returning home to Cambria . . . we’ll try again tomorrow.
Note: This blog
entry was written on Friday, 24 July 2015.
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