Downeast in Southeast Alaska

Leave Miles Inlet
Arrive Millbrook Cove
51 19.63:-127 44.22

It was a short run today, in good conditions. There were a number of sport fishing boats around, probably out of Port Hardy. They were mostly anchored over humps, most likely fishing for halibut. We didn't see any cruising boats, so we figured our chances for finding room at Millbrook were pretty good. Just in case, Harry set us a route across Smith Sound to Takush Harbor.

Saw a puffin!

Navigating a serpentine entrance around rocks and islets and islands and points, we found a large cruiser at anchor in the lagoon. The anchorage didn't seem very big to me when I was plotting our route, and I was thinking it was a one-boat anchorage. But there was lots of room. No one was on the cruiser, and they had fenders out. We figured they were using Millbrook as a base for fishing. We were enjoying an anchor down beer when a cute, classic 25 foot sailboat came in. Her people were laughing and giggling their way in to the lagoon.

The clouds were broken, and it was still and calm and warm and scenic and idyllic. Eagles and cormorants were fishing within and without. We kicked off our crocs, smiling and laughing ourselves, and Harry offered me another beer. "What would you like?" "Anything on the bottom that's still remotely cool." So he fished one out and said, "here, try this."

APRICOT BEER?! WHO WOULD DO THAT TO A BEER?! Heads turned on the other sailboat, which was proudly flying a Canadian flag. Canadians would do that to a beer, that's who.