Nude Whale Observation
North to Alaska
Nonfiction, Travel, Canada, Western Canada, Adventure & Literary Travel, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik | ISBN: | 9781927812457 |
| Publisher: | Kobo | Publication: | May 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik |
| ISBN: | 9781927812457 |
| Publisher: | Kobo |
| Publication: | May 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It is a beautiful HOT spring day as we leave Juneau, Alaska (the capital city of Alaska) heading for Haines on the last leg of our trip to home moorage in Haines, Alaska. We are crewing our 1948 wooden Yacht, the Audrey Eleanor from Prince Rupert, B.C. Canada.
The sky is a brilliant blue that is matched by the swells on the ocean. Without the snow tipped mountains as a break it would have been hard to tell where sky ended and sea begins. The gentle rolling of the swells is rocking us to sleep as the heat grows; the sun is finally radiating some warmth. The golden rays are penetrating our bodies layer by layer. Equally, layer-by-layer the clothing is coming off, it is finally summer. The flying bridge on Audrey is portioned off from most views by a 2 and a half-foot barrier of blue canvas. If you are lying on the deck on a lounge mat as I am, you cannot be seen by anything less than a cruise ship at close range. There is no chance of that.
The warmth of the sun feels wonderful, my inner core may actually be thawing after another long winter, there is now little left on in the way of clothing. We are cruising through isolated Alaskan waters, who could or would want to sneak up on middle-aged nudists. The Captain is at the helm clad only in his boxers, he could remove the hat. I must have dozed off; I wake startled from a deep sleep to “starboard, starboard!” I roll over to the rail and pull myself up to take a peek overboard.
It is a beautiful HOT spring day as we leave Juneau, Alaska (the capital city of Alaska) heading for Haines on the last leg of our trip to home moorage in Haines, Alaska. We are crewing our 1948 wooden Yacht, the Audrey Eleanor from Prince Rupert, B.C. Canada.
The sky is a brilliant blue that is matched by the swells on the ocean. Without the snow tipped mountains as a break it would have been hard to tell where sky ended and sea begins. The gentle rolling of the swells is rocking us to sleep as the heat grows; the sun is finally radiating some warmth. The golden rays are penetrating our bodies layer by layer. Equally, layer-by-layer the clothing is coming off, it is finally summer. The flying bridge on Audrey is portioned off from most views by a 2 and a half-foot barrier of blue canvas. If you are lying on the deck on a lounge mat as I am, you cannot be seen by anything less than a cruise ship at close range. There is no chance of that.
The warmth of the sun feels wonderful, my inner core may actually be thawing after another long winter, there is now little left on in the way of clothing. We are cruising through isolated Alaskan waters, who could or would want to sneak up on middle-aged nudists. The Captain is at the helm clad only in his boxers, he could remove the hat. I must have dozed off; I wake startled from a deep sleep to “starboard, starboard!” I roll over to the rail and pull myself up to take a peek overboard.
