On the water for two wintry weeks

We’re back home in Everett after a marvelous trip from Braesail’s home port in Anacortes to Princess Louisa Inlet, a four-mile-long body of water, possibly named for Queen Victoria’s mother, whose entrance, guarded by the Malibu Rapids, lies about 100 miles north of Vancouver, British Columbia. Accessible only by water and air, It branches off beautiful, mountain-rimmed Jervis Inlet, a fjord that zigzags into the coastal mountains, and is known as one of the most awe-inspiring anchorages anywhere.

Walt, our son Martin, his girlfriend Karen, and our mutual long-time friend Hans, and I had made a number of plans and attempts to visit this spectacular spot over many winters, wanting to see its soaring cliffs laced by many waterfalls in silent, snowy, ice-wrapped beauty, but personal schedules, boat maintenance, family emergencies, and extreme weather kept us at bay until the trip whose details appear in the following posts.

Frozen cataracts streaking the flanks of Princess Louisa Inlet’s mist-shrouded cliffs

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