[password] silvermom
[position] 56 58.813N 132 49.037W
[status] Another day's drive (with so little wind, trawlers make more sense here than sailboats) brought us to Thomas Bay. The bay's glacier receded ages ago, so the main draw is Scenery Cove. It's a narrow steep canyon with a meadow and stream at the head, beneath a ring of mountains; it looked so perfect it hardly seemed real. And the water was a most unusual emerald green, adding to the surreal quality. Once again we are the only boat in the anchorage, though the plethora of crab traps in the bay means there must be people somewhere (possibly coming over from Petersburg?).
[heading] 310M
[speed] 0k
[weather] Wind N10k. Sea rippled. Baro 1021 mb and steady. Cloud 60%.
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If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.