A Fisherman’s Journey
Currently, I am in the middle of the Gulf of Alaska. The nearest land is two days away. The ocean’s floor is more than 8,000 feet beneath the hull of our boat. Gray skies and oily blue water are a 360 degree view as far as the eye can see. After three days of traveling, you can say we’re starting to feel just a little bit isolated. We left Seattle in true Baranof fashion, scrambling and rushing, trying to get all the necessary stuff done so we could take off for Alaska. After a 20 hour marathon of loading bait, groceries, and supplies, welding hydraulic fittings, running electrical wires, and going over safety drills, we were off. Even after a couple of hours traveling through the Puget Sound, Seattle’s skyline was still visible sandwiched between Mt. Rainier and Mt. Baker. This was on Tuesday. It will be Aug. 12 before Priest Rock comes into view off our bow and we make a wide port swing into Dutch Harbor.