Photo: Hydaburg’s new marina under construction; part of the old marina in foreground.
A rap on the side of Osprey’s hull woke me at 6:30 in the morning.
“You have to get out of here,” a man told me when I stuck my head out the main hatch. “We’re demolishing this dock today. You won’t want to be anywhere near.”
I was surprised. Last night we had moved from another dock the town had told us was being demolished to this one where we were surrounded by Hydaburg boats. “You’ll be okay here,” the owner of a fishing boat next to us told us.”
“What about the other boats?” I asked.
“They’ve been told and told,” he answered.
I woke Steve, made some coffee and we left. We’d planned to stay another day for the annual Hydbaburg Cultural Festival, but when we looked for an anchorage, the only one we could be sure of was too close to the construction. The chart here doesn’t give much information and the tide was going out which didn’t make for safe exploring, so we kept on going. The evening before we’d attended a huge potluck with native dancing in celebration of two new totem poles. So we’d had our culture, it was time to move on.
Photo: Young Haida dancers.
There was still no one else moving boats in the old marina when we left. We don’t know what happened to the Hydaburg boats.
By next summer, Hydaburg will have a first class marina. For now, if you visit, be prepared to anchor with limited information.