If you had told Melissa that in late June she would be lying on the deck in her shorts in Alaska she would have told you that you were nuts. This probably means it will snow on us when we get to Mexico. The crossing was so smooth that most of the way you couldn't even detect the swell.
The whole crossing was like this. We headed out at 5am. This picture is of the moon setting in the west before the sun came up. Melissa took the picture and went back to sleep.
The debris and logs in the water were tremendous. Dave shot this picture of a deadhead sticking out of the water that from a distance stuck up so far he thought sure it was a navigation buoy that had dragged from somewhere else and had planned to tell the coast guard they had a problem till he got close enough to realize it was a deadhead.
Ketchikan is the land of float planes. We hear one overhead every few minutes.
Customs here is interesting. We called them yesterday from Prince Rupert and gave them all our information. Dave got permission to stop in a bay in Alaska if we couldn't make the whole crossing today. This is standard practice for people making their way north. Then when we arrived - there is no customs dock here. You just pull into your slip at the marina and they come to you. I guess they aren't too worried about stuff being smuggled from Canada into Alaska.