The next mornings light exposed the absolute beauty of the Harbour we were in with towering mountains and large eagles swooping through the air. The kind Harbour master picked us up and he drove us around showing us the sights and explaining the history of this amazing place.
Fishing and crabbing boats were everywhere and their crews bustled in and out of the bars all day long. The fishermen here were extremely nice but also amongst the most eclectic people we met on our trip, a true cross section of American society from gun slingers from Oregon to one time businessmen from Boston. Dutch Harbor has been the largest fisheries port in the United States, in terms of volume of seafood caught, for nearly every year since 1981 and the Discovery show “The Deadliest Catch” has attracted people from all over to try their hand at fishing.
We were happy to be in port because for the next few days the winds picked up to 60 knots and torrential rains battered the Aleutians. The locals called it an Alaskan hurricane, it gave us real insight at how vicious the Bearing could be and reminded us of how careful and vigilant we must remain. However, we were slowly realizing how exhausted we were, we were slowing down, losing motivation and just couldn’t seem to get enough restful sleep. I even went so far as to get a hotel room for a couple of nights to try and catch up on some well needed sleep, but being so unused to being in a large bed and with television I did not feel anymore refreshed when I returned to the boat.
That day Morgan flew out to Florida for an important family wedding and Edvin and I were left alone on the boat exhausted to try and identify some way of making it Eastward with all the storms rolling in one after the other. The weather windows were never longer than a day before another storm rolled in, but the season was getting late and we had a long way yet to travel so despite less then perfect weather we sailed from Dutch.