Hop North to Nome
It was exciting to set sail and leave the Aleutians behind, heading due north into the Bering Sea. Watching the gorgeous green islands recede in our wake, we remarked how similar they looked to the high islands of the south pacific. Just colder... The Bering Sea was kind to us, choppy but not too rough, chilly but not too cold. We encountered the yacht Tiama on passage, and took a picture just as a Dall’s Porpoise surfaced in front of her. As we got further north, the fog dissipated, the air dried out, the days got longer, and the waves got smaller. We glided along under full sail in calm water (a first since leaving Puget Sound a month ago) as we approached Nome. The ocean is shallow here, as we made our way into the harbor our eyes were glued to the depth sounder. The harbor master directed us to tie to a big steel wall, with just inches to spare under the keel. The harbor is dominated by dozens of gold dredges. We had come from the town of reality show “Deadliest C...