Showing posts with label Trysunda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trysunda. Show all posts

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Höga Kusten got into our Hearts


We still see your mighty profile in the horizon and we already want to return.







We have now left the Höga Kusten to continue our journey to the south. We are deeply impressed; of all the places we have sailed (well for me this only my second year as a chief this vessel) this is the most inspiring (those of you who know the crew know that they are getting inspired a lot but still this is a serious kind of inspiration).


We are leaving with a very strong feeling that we want to come back, come back with time to get more familiar with this lovely corner of Bothnian sea. There are so many possibilities to visit with a boat that one full summer could be easily spent without getting used to the same anchoring sites, nature harbors or marinas. We actually met a couple of sailors who live elsewhere and their vessel has its home harbor in Örnsköldvik. We met an other vessel with a crew from central Europe who preferred Bothnian sea over Mediterranean. Our own thoughts and feelings about the High Coast and these examples got us really thinking that sometimes, like in life generally, possible to find real treasures in unexpected places, in places surprisingly near to you. 

It the awesome nature that impressed us the most: How the mountains of red granite contrast with the countless number of green hues of forest, blue skies and clear deep lovely water. The navigation is easy, where there is water there is the depth. And the lovely mountains are always present, wether undulating in the skyline in all the greens or reds or mysteriously hiding in fog that is revealing and hiding layers of mountains in its unexpected ways. Going up to the mountains, to the imagination awakening troll forests, with lovely scents of Nordic trees and other mountain vegetation, moss covered mighty rocks and cliffs; even there the sea is always with you, its presence makes it easy to breath. The beaches with wave formed round stones going back and fort with water create soothing crackling voice that makes you want to set your camp on the beach, sleeping in that calming noise connecting us to the nature. 

Our new friend Höga Kusten, we will certainly return. Looking forward seeing you again!

Oh dear, we got emotional, didn't we. I will continue posting on Högä Kusten; coming next: Häggvik where you suddenly arrive in
 a picturesque country village via passage in a fjord; Hornö with views of the handsome High Coast bridge and Härnösand for supply fill up, a city that the crew started to call mini-Stockholm. And of course some sailing pics, the unfortunately uncommon activity on this trip (the weather has not been with us so far). I will also give updates how our way to south is proceeding.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Trysunda a.k.a Tvättsunda

Trysunda was our first Höga Kusten island. As discussed earlier the crew was super-impressed when arrived in the archipelago so few more pics on the entry. Trysunda is very popular and as we arrived we were lucky to find a slot for our vessel. Fortunately couple of friendly sailors created room for us in between their vessels. Our boat was literally squeezed in between the two boats - this is not something the crew is used to but they are better to get used to as we are proceeding to the south with more boat population. But it went well!

The reason I propose the other name for Trysunda (tvättä = wash) is that I got an unplanned and unwanted contact with the water. I was enjoying on the swimming ladder in the aft of the boat. This is something that I do every now and then but after this incident I am not sure anymore... Anyway I had my harness on and it was connected to the leash I had the captain on. A small ferry connecting the islands arrived and created a wave that got my back end to the water. I was horrified and in two seconds I rushed to the safe of the vessel down below. However, after I had my fur good to go (the first mate helped with a towel and comb) I needed to make sure it was safe to return to the deck: I went to sit on the captain's lap and he wrapped me in a warm wool blanket. I half an hour I was confident that it is safe to stay on the deck again and the ferries coming and going are harmless to our vessel and the crew including myself. The first mate got very worried, though: What if I get traumatized? If I got physical damage? If the nail marks in the captain's arms get infected? So far it seems that all these worries were in vain.

As I took my daily time for rest the crew hiked on the island and found lovely beaches, magical forests and incredible views. There is a lot to post when the summer is over and the dark and rainy fall has taken over.

The next stop was a city one in Örnsköldsvik. I will tell about it in an upcoming post.







The ferry...