The transit form The Marshalls to British Columbia took us from the tropics where exhausted noddys sat on our fingers…

through the winter-like conditions of sub-Aleutian waters, where S wore 4 hats, 3 coats and 3 pants. She was like a little Russian doll.

 

Finally we reached the pleasant but damp weather of BC coastal waters where the rain kept K awake.

As usual the birds were the most dependable comrades. The noddy spent a day or tow on top of the bimini.

Varieties of boobies stopped by.

One blackfooted albatross was fascinated by the feel of our wake. He would land just behind the transom over and over for hours.

 

We also had a couple of mahi over for dinner.

We are pretty sure we had more than our fair share of squalls on this trip.

The view from inside a squall:

It was a very long trip and we noticed our age creeping up one us with a constant rotation of ice packs for the joints of the off watch.

Never have we been more pleased to be tied up to a commercial fishing dock in the fog.