Sandborn Canal is off of an inlet on the mainland side, called Port Houghton, north of Cape Fanshaw. At Cape Fanshaw, big waters of Frederick Sound and Stephens Passage come together. It was a bit of wind between Cape Fanshaw and Port Houghton, making for waves on our stern quarter--a bit uncomfortable. Once we turned into Port Houghton, they dissipated and we made our way into Sandborn Canal. There was residual breeze in there, but only 7-9 knots.
Only selfies here-- we have been out together without much contact with anyone in person for awhile now. We do enjoy each other's company immensely.
The sky was clear enough we could see Devil's Thumb today. It is 9,077 feet in elevation! It is on the border with Canada, part of the the Boundary Range. People, including Jon Krakauer, climb this dangerous face with an average angle of 67 degrees. Apparently, it is the biggest rock face in North America. (Source: Wikipedia)
We had some Dall's Porpoises come visit! They are such fun, zipping across and under the bow, splashing, then circling the boat over and over.
If you zoom in, maybe you can see his body...
From our anchorage in Sandborn Canal, looking south.
From our anchorage in Sandborn Canal, looking north. This mountain is over 5000 feet in elevation, called Triple C. Northeast about 14 miles is the Dawe's Glacier in Endicott Arm, which will see in a few days.
Last time we were here, Chris was visiting, and he and David went out to fish for these "Black Bomber" rock fish, just outside our anchorage. We needed a protein to go with our dinner, so we loaded up the fishing poles in the dinghy and went out to see if we could catch one. We trolled around for a bit, and pretty soon I had a bite! Not just any bite, but a big one, a tug, tug tug! It turned out that I had caught a King salmon! I brought him to the boat a number of times, and he kept running my line back out, jumping out of the water vigorously. Very exciting! David was coaching me all along on keeping the tip of my pole in and reeling in whenever the fish took a rest... finally, he was tiring and as I was bringing him to the boat, he took one last leap and got away-- the hook broke off in his mouth. Dang! The fish that got away... it was huge... you know the story...
After that, I caught one of the black sea bass, which we ate for dinner with a corn, farro, basil, cherry tomato, mozzarella salad. It was delish.
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