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Alaska; Costa Rica similarities? It’s a breeze.

Throughout the last 7 months I have been highlighting the differences between Costa Rica and Alaska, today however I am going to key on a similarity. In Alaska, we always mused that we only had two seasons, 9 months of winter and 3 months of summer. Some would say breakup was also considered a season. Our springs were mired in the much of breakup and our falls, well they seemed to last about a week. So we endured winter and lived for summer.

Here in Costa Rica they have two seasons as well, the green or rainy season and the dry season. I posted several blogs during the rainy season, and man it sure does rain. It rains like I have never seen, like Forest Gump Vietnam rain. Well were are now a couple of months or so into the dry season and much like breakup in Alaska we are experiencing a new intra-season, the windy season. The wind here, like all great winds has a name, the Papgayo (I think there are 50 different ways to spell it) winds. These winds are fierce. They start rattling the palm trees at about 5:30 in morning, a natural alarm clock, and often die down about 12 hours later, before repeating the cycle. They are strong, gusting and loud. I mean these are the kind of winds that take a toupee to Panama. They will dry a clothes line full of clothes in 10 minutes or less. They will hurl a coconut down the street faster than a Roger Clemens fastball, post steroid use. These are seriously impressive winds. Winds that would frighten me if I was patrolling the Bering Sea in January like the old days.

a little spray taken off the top of this small comber.

another small one showing the evidence of the winds

Personally I have been enjoying them for they make being outside quite bearable. However, yesterday while hanging at the beach and doing a little surfing, I saw a glimpse into the downside of the Papagayos. You see if you have ever tried to sit on the beach in a bathing suit, during  a wind storm,it is akin to being shot at by dozens of kids with airsoft guns. Basically, you are being sandblasted, the same method we used to remove paint off of our old steel boats in Alaska. It is slightly unpleasant. So to escape you jump in the water with your surf board to catch some waves. The problem there is that the wind causes a wind chop that has you taking constant green water over your bow, making it very difficult to navigate. Furthermore it pushes wherever it wants you to go, which is not where you want to be. The good news, if the hurricane is blowing off shore, then you get the perfect barrel for surfing, if you know what you are doing, and I don’t. So I usually end up upside down, holding my breath on the bottom of the ocean waiting for the thundering of the ocean to quiet down so that I can emerge to get some air, pull my surfboard back to the water as it flutters in the wind like a kite, paddle back into the wind, and try again.

spray warning

more wind clouds

but it does lend itself to some nice sunsets and cloud formations

So there you have it, Costa Rica is just like Alaska, two seasons and each with their good and bad points. Alaska’s interim breakup is messy and makes it difficult to be outside, Costa Rica’s windy season is messy and makes it difficult to be on the beach. A couple big differences, although I do take a ton of water over the bow, I don’t have to worry about icing up, and during AK’s breakup your toupee is not only safe, but a good way to keep your noggin warm. Here in CR, unless you are using superglue, best put that thing in lock up for January and February and get a little sun on your dome, after you sandblast off all the dead skin of course.

Here is a short video, with the full sounds of the winds in our back yard.


The Real Bering Sea

My last mushy post brought me back to my days of working the Bering Sea. When I first got hired as a Wildlife Trooper, back in 96, I was assigned to Kodiak aboard the 121 foot Patrol Vessel Woldstad. In case you didn’t know, I grew up commercial fishing out of Kodiak from the time I was 5 till about 25. I love the ocean, I love the scenery, the smell, the long days and the hum of the diesel engine. That hum has helped me have some of the best nights of sleep I ever remember. I digress. During my time as Mate aboard the Woldstad, I would be gone from home 120-145 days a year. Which means Tracy would hit the local Walmart and coffee shops about 6 times a day. Work wise, those were great times. Family wise, they could be very exciting, and very very stressful. The excitement comes from the anticipation of seeing your family after no phone calls, no email, no nada. I tell you the anticipation would make my heart patter and my face flush. It was awesome. However, I would be the disruptor of the household. Tracy would have a system worked out with me gone and poof!! here I was messing it all up. Then as soon as we would get in a good groove, poof!! I was gone again. It was a vicious cycle. But exciting.

Now how did I get on that topic? Oh well I just wanted to introduce a video. I took this video  during my last year on the Woldstad. Most of it came from my last trip on the Woldstad. It definitely was one to remember. To put it in perspective, when we had a patrol scheduled in Bristol Bay for one of the crab fisheries, we had a minimum of 3 full 24 hours a day travel. That is if the weather was cooperative. If not, you can add days to the trip.

What you will see, if you persevere, is some gnarly weather. Most of it occurs in the Bering Sea, where the Deadliest Catch is filmed. I spent many many loooonnnnggg nights in those waters. But I remember saying to myself right in the middle of a particularly nasty storm, in the midst of misery, “this is still much better than being at a desk!” So now, I sit at a desk. But at least I am not away from home much, which is a very good thing! Some of it is actually on the South Peninsula near Chignik I believe. Near the end you will see some winds that were peaking at 90-100 knots. That is the equivalent of about 115 mph. When wind blows like that it lists the boat, and makes it impossible to hear. It instantly filled our Mustang suits and rain gear with air the second we stepped outside. To communicate we had to put our mouth on the guy next to us ear and yell as loud as we could. It was great! I wish I had a video of the buoy we attached to the anchor. It weighed about 15 pounds, but when we took it outside, it flew like it had helium in it. Oh, we never did get the anchor set. You’ll see what I am talking about. 

I have great stories ( at least in my mind they are great and getting better with age) about each section of this video. I won’t bore you with them now, but if you buy me a s/f white chocolate americano, I will spill the beans. Please enjoy my version of “The Deadliest Catch”, “The Somewhat Precocious Patrol Boat”, set to the tune of one of my all time favorite songs, which I often murder on Karaoke, but I never give up trying.


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