After a bit of a jaunt down-country, we find ourselves once again in Puerto Williams, tied up to the Micalvi (the Uttermost Yacht Club in the World).
The pace of the summer season is gaining steam, with the million-dollar, Antarctic-going charter yachts awake and beginning to do their thing.
Next to us is a Big Green Sled that has been chartered as support vessel for some guy who is famous from the America's Cup (Never heard of him. Barely heard of it.) who is going to be the First Person In The World To Sail A Tiny Little Hydrofoiling Catamaran Around Cape Horn.
(To which we think: that's nothin'. Our five-year-old did it in his PJs.)
We haven't met him, but the Lucky Winner of the contest put on by the Sponsoring Sunglass Company, who is going to accompany the Famous America's Cup Guy on the Hydrofoiling Catamaran - we did meet him. Lovely guy, from "Southern Bavaria" (is there any other kind?), who seemed to learn quite serviceable Spanish just for the trip. He helped Elias and me launch our dinghy.
The crew of the Green Sled are from Tassie, and know some of our peeps. Plus the Famous Guy and his support team are all French, which gives the Bold Endeavor just enough of Je ne sais quoi to keep it from being laughable.
We're starting to see what all the old Patagonia hands were saying back in July and August when they explained how much more they like winter...
But anyway! We're enjoying the energy. And now that we're back in internet world I can finish up with our calendar-worthy photos from our month in the Beagle Channel.
So, we pick up the narrative after the sensory delights of Seno Pia, east arm, and find the Galactics in the west arm, where the skies are grey and the sunshine is interrupted by a surprising amount of SNOW.
|The boys love shoveling the decks.|
|But I wonder if they'll still love it in Alaska, when it's an everyday thing?|
|We finally got to use the ski goggles that we've been|
carrying around...just the thing for keeping watch
in the driving snow...
|Captain and cabin boy getting a line ashore, Estero Coloane.|
|I think that's a look that says he's happy to see beaver sign|
- the fresh woodchips on the ground.
|Family-friendly terrain in Coloane.|
|Eric! It's right over there...|
|Magellanic horned owl!|
|Elias afterwards: Can you see how nervous I was in the picture?|
|Family and glacier snout.|
|The sun finds us again.|
|It was such a nice day that we are dinner in the cockpit for the first time|
in a long, long time.
|Caleta Nutria, Estero Fouque. An all-time favorite.|
|We got the perfect hiking day. Alisa and Eric went up the hill partway.|
|Elias and I kept going up the ridge behind the anchorage. |
He was over the moon at all the icefall that we saw.
|He's a great hiking companion. We saw four "lifers" (new bird species) on this day, including the seed snipe he was gunning for. You have no idea of the excitement.|
|Our high point. Galactic is way down there in the lower right.|
|At the high point.|
|The next day in Estero Fouque. This is the same shot that everyone gets. But I'm glad we got it, too.|
|Shortly after this picture was taken, the crocodile went overboard.|
Recovery was successful.
Being distracted now both by the question of how we are riding against the Big Green Sled in the gale that has visited the anchorage, and the long list of tasks that awaits before we leave Chile, I think I'll let the pics speak for themselves.