I’ve been trying to get a blog to my sister to post from Florida as per usual, but technical problems and an extremely poor signal have made that difficult, so I thought I’d try to send off a short one just to let everyone know what’s going on, and to apologize for my delays in responding to emails.
We’re working on our floathouses, hoping to get them in the best shape possible before we get any snow fall that sticks. Yes, I wrote about doing the same thing last winter, but we have to do this every year because that’s the nature of floathouses. They’re always losing flotation for one reason or another. My oldest brother Jamie, who also lives in a floathouse, was visiting the other day and describing all of his plans to get his place into snowfall shape, too.
A few weeks before that, I was sitting at my laptop, writing on my memoir, when my whole house shook so hard that things fell off the walls. This was right around the time of the big earthquake up in Anchorage, which wouldn’t normally affect us at this distance, but earthquakes were on my mind. But when I checked outside to see what kind of damage was done, I found that a vital piece of my flotation had broken, dropping the back of my float about six inches underwater.
I couldn’t leave it like that, but with our early nights I didn’t have much time to do anything too permanent. Still, I rounded up extra foam, a heavy board, a drill, a spike, and a sledgehammer while my dad quickly put together q partial cradle to keep the foam in place. I managed to get the new piece of flotation in place just before darkness fell, but I need to work on something more permanent.
So that’s what we’re busy with right now. Usually it’s pouring down rain and blowing a gale so I can’t take pictures, which is why I’m posting a couple of dawn photos of the little tidal bight we live in on a gloriously unrainy, unwindy day–something we haven’t seen in weeks. Hopefully the technical and signal issues get fixed soon and I can post a regular blog. Thanks for everyone’s patience!
12/20/2018 08:45:22 pm
Beautiful picture and you live there on water! I have never seen cotton ball clouds before, all lined up. Awesome!
12/30/2018 12:22:28 pm
This view is so peaceful!
ALASKA SHIPWRECKS: 12 MONTHS OF DISASTERS by Captain Warren Good
I’ve never been in a shipwreck, but I’ve come close more than once. For instance, there was the time my dad and I headed for Wrangell on a stocking up trip in his 32 foot wooden boat the Sea Cucumber. It was a hot summer and the boat had been moored at the dock for a couple months without being used. Our passage was flat calm at first, but when we struck waves as we entered a radio dead spot very far from help we discovered that the seams in the bow had opened up from all the dry, hot weather. Soon we were taking on more water than the bilge pump could handle.
My dad had a second bilge pump but it wasn’t hooked up and he wasn’t sure that it was still in working order. He ordered me to put on a life jacket and get out on the back deck while he worked on the pump. If the boat went down he’d be trapped inside, but I had a chance of escaping the suction. (We had no lifeboat at the time-we did after that.)
It was a tense few minutes but he managed to get the second pump working and hooked up and the two pumps managed to keep us afloat until the bow seams closed up (from the planks swelling after immersion in the waves).
During the years that we had the Sea Cucumber the trusty little boat weathered massive, frightening seas; running aground on a rock; turning on its own wake in a thick fog; getting lost in a blizzard; and other dangerous adventures before my dad passed it on to a family member. Unfortunately, many other Alaskan boats didn’t survive these exact same incidents. And the accounts of the boats that weren’t so fortunate are reported in Alaska Shipwrecks: 12 Months of Disasters by Captain Warren Good.
(Remains of the Umnak Native on Umnak Island. Photo courtesy of Warren Good.)
”Even at that I didn’t hope and as much as possible tried to conserve my strength up to the end to try to save myself…because to be dead, I was thinking, would be lonesome.” –First hand account of the sinking of the Umnak Native.
The sinking of the Umnak Native is a gripping story to read, especially for what is left out in the firsthand accounts. Reading between the lines I began to wonder if murder had taken place, if a Jonah situation had occurred. According to one account by an Aleut survivor there was a strong superstition that having a white man on an Aleut boat would bring diaster. So when the disaster struck…there are hints that the white man in question may have been killed to appease the raging elements, so that others would survive.
The author of Alaska Shipwrecks, Captain Warren Good, doesn’t say anything like that about what happened aboard the Umnak Native. For the most part he lets his deep research speak for itself. The firsthand accounts, which he has in abundance, are dramatic enough without needing any editorializing. I found them so addictive that I would read far into the night because each wreck scenario seemed to top the next. (Trigger Warning: Many of these accounts are horrifying and heartbreaking.)
There was the chilling account of a crew finding a dismasted, half-sunk ship with a corpse in oilskins lashed to it. There was, literally, a dead man at the helm (p. 90). Then there’s the story of the sinking of the Islander (one of the most famous shipwrecks in Alaskan history due to the reported $6 million–in 1901 dollars–in gold the passengers were carrying from the Klondike goldfields) in which it was reported that a baby in a blanket, tied to a life preserver, was found alive.
(Legendary Klondike gold carrier, the Islander. Photo courtesy of Warren Good.)
There are Robinson Crusoe stories of crews being forced to survive for months on remote, uninhabited islands with people dying all around them (one crew resorted to cannibalism). Incredibly, when more than one of these crews were rescued the ships that rescued them wrecked.
There are heart-wrenching stories of entire families being lost, or even worse, just one family member surviving. There’s the account of one ship, the St. Patrick, being laid over in heavy seas and abandoned. All but two of the twelve crewmembers lost their lives…only for the ship to be found later, still afloat.
Many of these Alaskan shipwrecks and sinkings were familiar to me, but many more were not. In addition, I was suprised by history that I should have learned about in school. For instance, when we learned about the Japanese invasion of the Aleutians and the battles fought there during World War II, the history books never revealed that these battles caused deaths and sinkings for more than a decade afterwards due to ships striking floating mines. I also never realized how many ships were sunk by Japanese submarines and how many submarines were sunk in this remote “theater of war.”
Likewise, I never read about, in any of my school history books, only two weeks after the Russians handed Alaska over to the U.S. in Sitka that a terrific hurricane struck causing widespread destruction. Was it feared that American school children would look on this so-called Act of God as condemnation of Manifest Destiny’s overreach? Captain Good doesn’t say as much, but we’re left to wonder.
(The St. Patrick, still afloat. Photo courtesy of Warren Good.)
Good also doesn’t editorialize about the racism in some of the older reports–he allows the facts to speak for themselves. He exposes, for instance, that in one of the worst disasters in Alaskan history, the sinking of the Star of Bengal that officially killed 110 of 138, the Caucasians are listed by name while others are grouped under race with only the crew chiefs named.
The stories in this book aren’t all completely tragic. Quite a few detail inspiring accounts of survival, of heroism, and of self-sacrifice that touched me deeply. There were also accounts that took me unawares because they had a personal connection to me. For instance, the elderly fisherman I corresponded with in high school when I was writing a report about the burned cannery where I grew up, had in his youth been involved in one of the shipwrecks described in this book. And, speaking of the cannery where I grew up, it’s mentioned, too, as well as wrecks involving family and friends. Last, but not least, there’s the account of a shipwreck–one of the most unusual in the entire book–that occurred on March 14, 1939 in Meyers Chuck, the tiny fishing village where I went to school and where I still get mail.
Captain Good’s reasons for writing books about Alaskan shipwrecks, as well as maintaining his amazing website www.alaskashipwreck.com, are ones I’m in complete sympathy with: he hopes that these accounts will help give the families closure, make boaters be more cautious, encourage boaters to be better prepared for disaster, and help them avoid situations that could lead to yet one more tragedy in Alaskan waters.
(the Star of Bengal was built by the same shipyards that built the Titanic. She wrecked Sept. 20, 1908. Alaska Historical Society Photo.)
I interviewed Captain Good for my column and you can read about how he came to be so famous for being “That Shipwreck Guy” that he was even consulted to help with the Exxon Valdez oil spill disaster in 1989. You can read it here: http://www.juneauempire.com/life/alaska-for-real-that-shipwreck-guy/
He also has a 2019 calendar out that briefly describes 365 of the most disastrous Alaskan shipwrecks in the past 265 years with multiple accompanying photos. You can find it by Googling “2019 Alaska Shipwrecks Calendar lulu.com,” or hopefully this link will work: http://www.lulu.com/shop/captain-warren-good/2019-alaska-shipwreck-calendar/calendar/product-23871087.html?utm_source=GeniusMonkey_VT
(Stranding of the Princess May, sister ship of the Princess Sophia, the worst shipwreck in Alaskan History–click on History in my blog’s categories for the Sophia’s story. Alaska Historical Society photo.)
Stranding of the Princess May, sister ship of the Princess Sophia, the worst shipwreck in Alaskan History–click on History in my blog’s categories for the Sophia’s story. Alaska Historical Society photo.
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Mark T Morse
12/6/2018 08:01:23 pm
I’ve never heard the whole story about the wreck that Ray was in. Wasn’t he the only survivor? Maybe it hits too close to home for you to write about. If so can you shoot me an email with the accounts as you understand them? Cant wait to look into the links you provided.
1/23/2019 09:56:56 am
Got the book and the calendar here in Juneau, love it. for some reason I don’t have your home address and would like to have it if you could send it to me. I am using Louises’ computer but if you send it to this email I will get it. Thanks again, look forward to hearing from you