16th September 2023 – Day 44 – Nome
We arrived in Nome at about 21:00. (Population 3,500)The downwind sail became a tad exciting as we approached the harbour entrance. It was hard to hold the course without gybing but we managed to get close to the entrance only to find a tug with a massive barge in tow was heading the same way. We radioed him and he confirmed that he would anchor off and we were ok to proceed. It looked borderline to sail into the harbour and drop the sails on flat water as we would have had the wind on the beam. As the water was shallow to the port side we decided to gybe around to the starboard. The wind was quite strong and with Arthur and Will sheeting in as fast as they could as we went through the wind, somehow a rope got loose and streamed out around Will’s legs causing some alarm but luckily not too much harm. With the sail doused we entered the harbour and we’re welcomed by a friendly French roughty-toughty yacht called Que Sera.
They gave us the vital local knowledge that we desperately needed “Where is the nearest bar!” and they also left four beers so that we could celebrate our arrival – which we did!
17th September 2023 – Day 46
Nome is a whacky place. It is an old gold rush town and they still pan for gold from rafts with suction pumps.
We spent Sunday preparing the boat for it’s long cold and snowy winter ashore. We are still not certain when the boat will be hauled out so we can’t book return flights just yet. Another day should see the majority of tasks wrapped up. Hopefully we will get some time to explore the place before heading home.