A Fishing Story - 1989 the f/v My Colleen by C. C. Crow photos by author
Sheltered from wind and storms, The Inside Passage follows the
coast into southeast Alaska. Teaming with wildlife and natural beauty.
THE INSIDE PASSAGE

The way is dotted with lighthouses

The Queen of the North arrives at noon on Saturday, New Bella Bella, BC




Sences along the way

6-17 SAT
We wake to gloomy weather, rain. Weigh anchor, and head north
saying good-bye to the saber-toothed chief and the little cove. We
make our way to New Bella Bella at noon, when everything closes
down for lunch. Wanting fuel, we eat lunch and wait. A couple of
Indians try to bum money for beers. Ron and Lori go up to the
store for milk, fresh food and chewing tobacco. Little kid asks us
if we are going to move for the Queen. The Queen, we wonder? The
Queen of the North, the BC ferry, due at noon. Oh, yea, guess we
will. We were wondering about all the car traffic on the pier. We
move around to the other dock. Rob and Lori reappear empty handed,
reporting that it was "gross", there were bugs on the lettuce,
used barbecues for sale- and Indian trading post, fresh produce
arriving once a week on Saturday. We leave Rob back on dock when
the wind blasts us away, it takes several tries to puck him back
up. Around a point on Seaforth Channel the wind and seas really
pick up, hitting us on the side. We seek shelter and wait it out,
then brave our way up Mathison Channel, cross Jackson Passage and
then into Graham Reach. We push past Butedale and at night fall
arrive in Bishop's Bay for anchorage.
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HOT TIME AT BISHOP'S BAY!



We take a nice soak in the hot tub

Les signs f/v My Colleen

We've been meaning to fix that
6-18 SUN
Les and I row ashore to explore the hot springs. We climb up the
old float and walk the planks along the shore and trees to a
little hut. We jump into the warm water with an ah. The ceiling
rafters are covered with vessel names and dates. We add f/v My
Colleen, 6-18-89 above the door. I cook sausages and eggs as we
depart. There is a debate over the amount of fuel but we are using
less being lighter. We motor on up Grenville Channel with a lunch
stop at Lowe Inlet, anchored at the base of a small waterfall. Les
and Lori go up to explore, and report that there is a small lake
above. As we move on to Prince Rupert I photograph the water from
all angles. When we arrive at 6:30 p.m. Sunday evening all the gas
docks are closed so we tie up and walk into town. We go to Mama
Song's and Rob finally gets his chew- $4!! We walk to McD's and
chow down. The walk and air was good. All the cars whizzing around
are scary though, we're not used to such speed. Big city. We leave
a muffin on the dock for the sea otters.
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We meet up with a Lindell boat at Tree Point, the Alaska boarder

Fishings been slow






6-19 MON
We wake at 7 and move over to the fuel dock, hang out until 8 and
get 100 gallons, then off we go. Weather has improved, W cross
Dixon Entrance and into the State of Alaska uneventfully. We run
into the southeastern fleet fishing and spot some sister Lindell
boats. the Betty Jean, maybe the Ocean Pearl and for sure the
Kokomo, a larger red boat built just before ours. We go over to
say hello, it's slow fishing. As we leave Les spots another boat
we saw in Friday Harbor and we swing over to say hi there too,
they toss us three nice fresh salmon. Tree Point was good to us,
happily we go on to Ketchican and hunt for customs, dock there and
pay $9 for a stamp. They don't even bother to inspect us. Lori and
Rob go do laundry and we go back and put 266 gallons of fuel in.
That with the 100 gal. Wow. Rob and I go buy groceries, a drink
and a wink. I buy a polarizing filter. Then we shove off. Up
Tongass narrows, into Clarence Strait, we decide to head for Santa
Anna Bay in Earnst Sound. The water becomes glassy and dolphins
play in our wake. We start the stove and cook salmon for dinner.
Also catch some crab at our good anchorage.
6-20 TUE
Lori has a claustrophobic fit, wakes up backwards. We get
underway, head up Seward Passage and around to Zimovia Strait,
have to zigzag up to Wrangell Island, turn west up the narrows to
St. Petersberg. We run into Betty Jane at the fuel dock and say
hello, then into town. I try to call Alaska ferry wanting to
prolong my passage home but it is busy. We do a little shopping
and then we are off again. In Fredrick Sound we see whales, they
surface with puffs out their blowholes, roll on their backs and
sink with a flip of the tail. We stop right beside one playing in
the kelp, twenty feet away. Then another large one surfaces and
they wallow off. Spectacular. We make our way into Warm Springs
Bay and Baranof where we dock- neat general store with hot springs
tubs. We hike up the river by the falls.
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Whale Ho!








This is the town of Baranof, all of it!


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