Friday, June 18, 2010

Craig who?

We're tied up to the Craig, Alaska dock. Saying we're in Craig is like saying we're in Mike. Or Dan.

We vote they change to Port Craig, Rainy, or even Alaska. How cool would that be? I'm from Alaska, Alaska, thank you. This whole area was first explored and named by the Spainards way back when after they gave up on that Armada/conquistador thing and just wanted to find some good Alaska ceviche.

We've anchored in Port San Antonio, and sailed past the Asumcion and Madre de Dios Islands. So why just plain Craig? Senor Craig? Anyway, the salmon berries are finally out.
The weather's been fine and we've entertained ourselves. Mo climbed the mast for this shot looking down at the boat. Note the fixture on the sunny dock.
Craig is a quaint little fishing town with a logging problem. Big Forest Service presence here. Mo noticed all the Craig municipal vehicles are old green rigs from the FS. The town is rustic, built around the old cannery, and some false fronts are still standing.
The old cannery is an interesting stroll. Good boardwalk. Notice Chance looking for a spot to sprawl.

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We spent two days on Baker Island in Port San Antonio and enjoyed walks through the old-growth forests, a posse of otters, mink, and black-tail deer. The coconut rockfish stew was also good.
What wasn't good was all the beach litter. Open to the Pacific Gyre, most of the beaches on the outer coast are inundated with fishing nets, floats, and other fishing junk. Somebody needs to pass a law against using anything plastic on fishing boats. We'd guess that 95% of it was fishing-related. We even found a battered porta-toilet. The computer cables were an interesting find, though. CRT cables, power cables, any kind of cables could be found on the beaches. Probably a container ship that sank or something tragic. Like the famous Nike container that washed overboard years ago and sent new (but soggy) sneakers to residents of the coast for years.
But man, we gotta clean up our act. This is getting ridiculous. Beaches are not dumps.

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