Dear Chubby Fans,

Just rolled into Petersburg up the Wrangell Narrow after a beautiful clear night at a small cove just outside the south entrance to the Narrow. Catching the tide just right made for a fast 20-mile run into Petersburg. About an hour into the trip, I overtook a fellow rowing in wooden skiff. I had seen him the afternoon before, a couple of miles off, trying to beat into a moderate breeze. His name was Gary and he had a beautiful white husky with him name Elvis. He had built the boat himself and had been on the water for a couple of months, coming out of Anacortes Washington. I was a bit envious of his liesurely pace but nonetheless offered to tow him to Petersburg. He declined, preferring the tranquility of the oars and occasional puff of southerly breeze. I understood him completely. We agreed to meet up in Petersburg and have a beer in the evening. Which brings up a most important feature of this trip and that is: for everything seen and experienced along the way, there a thousand beautiful coves and channels, whales and birds, towns and inlets, streams and waterfalls that had to be bypassed. Every evening is taken up with the agonizing process of making a single choice of destination among the infinite options available for the coming day. My 15 minutes at the Petersburg Public Library is now coming to an end so we will have to discuss this serious existential dilemma at a later time.

Love...Bill