Wrangell

I woke up just in time to help throw lines for our arrival in Wrangell at noon. The wind was whipping a cold rain straight into the bow, which stung my face, fogged my glasses, soaked my pants, and numbed my fingers. Fortunately, a deckhand who left for another ship forgot his rain jacket, so I had one to wear today. I was also thankful for my rubber boots that kept my feet warmer than they would've been in just the tennis shoes they gave me.

It never stopped raining today, and I didn't make it off the boat. Here are a few pictures of the dreary day, including one from underneath the dock.Read more