Cruisin Fever to Alaska: The Essence of Remote

Klaskino Inlet

Klaskino Anchorage

We left Winter Harbour at 4pm to head south for Klaskino Inlet and position ourselves for rounding Brooks Peninsula early the next morning. The ever present westerly ocean swells greeted us once again with 4-5 foot waves. One large wave hit us broadside and slammed closed the heavy Portuguese Bridge door! After a couple hours motoring, we entered the sheltered waters of Klaskino Inlet and anchored in “Klaskino Anchorage” behind “Anchorage Island,” appropriate names indeed. We spotted an old cabin as we entered the bay and saw Sea Otters playing about while a Black Bear walked along the shore. The northwest end of Vancouver Island is definitely remote territory and it even felt more remote than Southeast Alaska. There are no phones, roads, vehicles, or villages to be found here, we didn’t even see another boat pass by. We anchored in the bay and motored the dinghy towards shore, passing several Sea Otters who looked at us curiously. Within a few yards from shore, we shut the motor off and watched the bear forage among the grasses and the Eagles sore overhead. The bear sat down from time to time and we could see his round fuzzy ears just above the underbrush. We watched him for about 20 minutes until he eventually departed back into the forest. As we motored away, the Sea Otters returned to reclaim their space after making their own observations. We then journeyed further down the shore, this time to investigate the old cabin near the creek. We wondered what possessed someone to build in such a remote location, perhaps to escape civilization and live among the wild of a different sort. We motored back to the boat as the sun began to set. The cabin builder was right about one thing, it’s a wondrous and beautiful world.