How to describe this incredible two-month sailing journey from Puerto Williams through the Patagonian channels to 
Beautiful, desolate, scenery mostly in grey scale – from black sea to granite islands to white snow and glaciers – with the occasional rainbow and blue skies, and plenty of glorious suns rising and setting.
Exceptional wildlife welcoming and bidding us farewell from many anchorages, including dolphins, otters, seals, penguins, humpback and minke whales, kelp geese, steamer ducks, albatrosses, and storm petrels.
Cold! Most days, I wore three pairs of long underwear, my cycling pants and waterproof overpants, and on my upper half a similar 5-layer system. At times I wore two toques, and I can count the instances on one hand when it was warm enough to have a bare head, including while inside the boat. When we were sailing into the wind and rain, being at the helm could be painful. It seemed like it always started to hail just when it was my turn! Everyone on board had varying degrees of ‘trench foot’. We were able to have hot showers on the boat only six times, and I did laundry twice. We adopted the old saying, “nobody smells on a submarine”. Because clean and warm were fleeting luxuries, it was even more delightful when we found some natural hotsprings just north of the Golfo de Penas!
In some of the fjords that led up to glaciers that spilled down from the southern ice field, there were mini icebergs that had calved off the glaciers and were floating in the water. At times, there were so many that we had to carefully weave our way through them. A few times, we saw the surface few millimeters of the ocean freeze, because it was freshwater floating on top of the saltwater. In one anchorage, there were bird prints crisscrossing the thin layer of ice!
Filling the freshwater tanks was always fun, but never easy. Generally, one person stayed at a waterfall filling 5L bottles, while another person was in the dinghy, ferrying the jugs to a third person on the boat, who poured them into the tank, while the fourth person was at the helm, keeping the boat as close to land as possible without running aground. It certainly made us think about exactly how much water we used every time we were at the sink!
Sunset around 6:00pm every night. Evenings of huge plates of food, cards (always Uno, Frank’s favourite game) or a movie and early to bed in order to get an early start. Patricia and I putting our beds away every morning (they became the dining/living room) and bringing them out every night, and having to wriggle in and out of our clothes inside our mummy bags for lack of privacy. All four of us were always within 40 feet of each other, but more often within 10, with nowhere to go to really be alone. We were able to get off the boat about six times to go hiking. We definitely got to know all sides of each other very well!
We sailed every day that the weather allowed, which in the Beagle channel and Magellan straits was, on average, only every second day. We were almost always sailing into the prevailing winds, so when it was windy, we were crashing headlong into waves and sometimes making good only about 10 miles in a 10 hour day – several days, we gave up and just headed back to the same anchorage.
As we got further north, the going got easier and we even had the wind behind us half a dozen times. This meant covering 50 miles or so in a day with relatively little effort, and reaching speeds of over 8 knots. In reality, that’s only 15km/hour but on a boat it feels like you’re flying! We sailed into the dark twice in order to reach a safe anchorage, and twice we sailed overnight to cross a gulf, but otherwise we were safely stowed in a beautiful little bay by nightfall.
Because of the strong gusty ‘williwas’ and small size of the anchorages, we generally dropped anchor, backed up towards lands, then one person rowed furiously to shore in the dinghy to tie lines to trees, to keep us from blowing around too much. In the morning, we did it all in reverse.
When we were stuck somewhere because of weather, we did lots of reading. Frank has an extensive collection of books about sailing, especially in that part of the world, so we read about Cook, Darwin, Shackleton, Drake, Magellan, Fitzroy, the shipwrecked crew of the Wager, Milward, Tilman, and Slocum. It was a little weird to realize that there are actually fewer people in the channels now than 100 years ago, due to the opening of the Panama Canal and the genocide of most of the original inhabitants, through both quick and more drawn out means. The Aonikenk and Shelknam are completely gone, while there is about nine Kawashkar people in Puerto Eden and seven Yamana in Puerto Williams. Ironically, the word ‘yamana’ as a verb means “to live, breathe, be happy, recover from sickness or be sane”.
After our first week at sea, we met only two other sailboats, both going the other way, and our only other conversations were with local fisherman, with whom we traded various treats for fish and shellfish. We would call up the lighthouses as we went by to report in, and they were always really friendly and up for a little chat. We stopped in only one town, Puerto Eden, which has about 200 inhabitants. The town clings to a hillside around a little bay and there are no roads. Instead the buildings are joined by wooden walkways and stairs – it snowed while we were there, so it got a pretty slippery!
You can tell from reading the marine charts what the first European sailors thought of this area. A selection of the names that were given:
Isla Desolacion (
Canal Icy (Icy Channel)
Canal Escape
Seno Iceberg (Iceberg Sound)
Punta (Point) Chill
Isla Riesgo (
Paso Tortuoso (Tortuous Pass)
Isla Furia (Fury Island)
Punta Solitaria (Solitary Point)
Seno Nevado (Snowstorm Sound)
Poca Esperanzo Estero (Little Hope Sound)
Estero Ultima Esperanza (Last Hope Straight)
Isla Deceit
Islotes Anxious (Anxious
Bajo Inconveniente (Inconvenient Shallows)
Golfo de Penas (
Bahia Desangano (
Paso del Abismo (Abysmal Pass)
Luckily for us, we had those charts and a whole lot more comforts than the old sailing ships, so it wasn’t quite as bad. Definitely worth it for all the amazing things we saw. All in all, it was an amazing adventure that I’m glad I had. I’m happy to be back in
Nelson finishes school in a week, when we will head north to
