22 April 2017 | Sand Point, Alaska
It continues. We never did find that broken bolt in Dutch Harbor. We searched for it for days. Then, we had three different people up the mast, each having a look. Nothing. It was evident from the weathering on the break that this bolt had not held anything for years, so we decided to continue traveling. When the weather was right, we set out for Seward, stopping at Sand Point, Chignik, and Kodiak.
Sand Point and Chignik are small commercial fishing harbors in the wilderness. We enjoyed each, and met some very impressive, hard working people, men and women who provide the country with our fish that so often we take for granted. Give a thought each time you buy some fish from Alaska about the people who work harder than you can imagine to bring it to you. They don't get rich off of it. They just love their work and the area they work in.
In Sand Point, we were tied at the small dock there when the Salmon fishing fleet came in. They are only allowed to fish on certain days when the local authorities have determined that enough Salmon have made it up the river, so they come in, and they go out, sometimes waiting for weeks to be allowed to go back out. While they were in we met a few of the guys and invited them on board, had dinner together in the village, toured their boats. A nice visit.
After two days, we said our good byes as is the way of cruising. Make new friends then say good bye to them. Over and over and over. It probably seems that this ought to be sad, but somehow, it is not. It is just the price of admission to this adventurous life.
When we got to Chignik, the harbor was even smaller than Sand Point, and the fleet was in waiting permission to go back out to work. Thus, no space was available.