Lovin' Life

Vessel Name: Gia
Vessel Make/Model: Colvin Gazelle
Hailing Port: Albany, OR
Crew: Damon and Desiree
23 September 2010
14 September 2010 | Princess Louissa Inlet
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14 September 2010 | Princess Louissa Inlet

Amusement Park

Following a romping 25 knot downwind sail through the narrow fijord of Jervis Inlet, We arrived at Malibu Rapids 1.5 hours late for slack water. I'm running around tying things down, stowing stuff in case of turbulence...nowhere to anchor in the fijord to await the next slack so here we go. So at 10 knots (twice our normal speed) we fly into Princess Louissa Inlet where we find a glassy calm anchorage 800 meters wide and 1000 meters high. A hiking trail that supposedly could take you all the way up Whistler, which was straight up, kept us busy for 2 weeks. We would hike some of it, lay around for a couple days then hike it again. When it rained, waterfalls would fall all over the bay, numbering near 100. The main fall (Chatterbox Falls) would fall with such vigour that a fine mist would shoud the area for 100 meters, soaking anyone in the area. We were anchored in 150 feet of water, clawing to a crevass and stern tied, when a rockslide happened above us at 644 am. Whew, better than coffee, we were awake and hauling up anchor thanks to a massive blast of adrenaline. Our rockslide never hit the water, but in the past similar ones have taken out villages with their associated tsunamis. A series of waterfalls on slick rock made an incredible natural waterslide with swimming pools. On one of my hikes alone, I got lost (like...HELLOOO is anyone out there?!!) and found a camera. Thanks to my new camera, I took a video of Damon on the waterslides, but until I figure out how to blur out parts...I can't send it out. Ah, what a life.

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23 September 2010

Amusement Park

14 September 2010 | Princess Louissa Inlet
Desiree
Following a romping 25 knot downwind sail through the narrow fijord of Jervis Inlet, We arrived at Malibu Rapids 1.5 hours late for slack water. I'm running around tying things down, stowing stuff in case of turbulence...nowhere to anchor in the fijord to await the next slack so here we go. So at 10 knots (twice our normal speed) we fly into Princess Louissa Inlet where we find a glassy calm anchorage 800 meters wide and 1000 meters high. A hiking trail that supposedly could take you all the way up Whistler, which was straight up, kept us busy for 2 weeks. We would hike some of it, lay around for a couple days then hike it again. When it rained, waterfalls would fall all over the bay, numbering near 100. The main fall (Chatterbox Falls) would fall with such vigour that a fine mist would shoud the area for 100 meters, soaking anyone in the area. We were anchored in 150 feet of water, clawing to a crevass and stern tied, when a rockslide happened above us at 644 am. Whew, better than coffee, we were awake and hauling up anchor thanks to a massive blast of adrenaline. Our rockslide never hit the water, but in the past similar ones have taken out villages with their associated tsunamis. A series of waterfalls on slick rock made an incredible natural waterslide with swimming pools. On one of my hikes alone, I got lost (like...HELLOOO is anyone out there?!!) and found a camera. Thanks to my new camera, I took a video of Damon on the waterslides, but until I figure out how to blur out parts...I can't send it out. Ah, what a life.

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