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The Aleutian Ballad
Bering Sea Crab Fisherman's Tour


The iconic ship from the Discovery Channel's "Deadliest Catch" has undergone a retrofit so you can get a first-hand feel for the fascination of a
Bering Sea fishing experience. Awesomeness.
Photo credit: 56degreesnorth

inters in Seattle can be a hellacious ordeal. You come home from work on a cold, dark, rainy day, and then stare out your window to an even colder, darker, rainier night. Great. As your mind submerges into the cold waters of the reality that you are stuck in this room again, for like the 90th evening in a row, your windpipe tightens. You feel your throat take a large involuntary gulp, and your eyes widen on their own as you realize you are going nowhere tonight, yet again, as usual. Glancing over at your TV, you wonder where exactly it is you will escape to this particular evening. Believe me, there is nowhere else to go.

For the last two winters, I have found a TV show in which I can take a great deal of comfort in watching others suffer even more miserably than myself on a nightly basis. This treat to my weary eyes was found on the amazing Discovery Channel series "Deadliest Catch," a show that chronicles the lives of crab fisherman in the Bering Sea. Day and night, these fish slayers toil in the frigid, wet, super nasty conditions in one of the most dangerous stretches of water in the world, a place where things are so overwhelmingly difficult and surreal, one deckhand described it this way: "Time doesn't exist out here. Time is a grey line."

Perfect. That's my kind of show entirely on a bleak winter's night here in Seattle. Many, many nights the last couple of Dark Seasons were spent obsessively staring into the TV this way, like that freaky kid on the Twilight Zone movie, waiting for just such another line to be uttered by some desolate soul that had stumbled onto a Bering Sea crab boat by way of the Unknown Workings of Fate.

It made me feel much better somehow to know that some group of wayfarers on this wicked earth were suffering even more than those of us living in voluntary submission to the oppression that is a coastal Northwest winter.
Fuuuudge.


Stadium seating and catch tank.. Photo credit: 56degreesnorth


Imagine my excitement then, when last month I got an invitation to tour the Aleutian Ballad, a boat featured prominently on the show, and a legend in its own right. First of all, just to tour a crab boat from this show for me is an incomprehensible treat. But, even among crab boats, this is not just any boat. This is the first boat in documented history to capture a rogue wave on video, and this amazing moment came on none other than the first season of Deadliest Catch. When I think back to any visual image I have of things I've seen on TV related to the high seas, that rogue wave captured on video is seared in my memory at the very top of the list. My mind can replay it almost perfectly.
The Aleutian Ballad, built in the mid-eighties, is no stranger to this kind of species of spectacular incident. In 1991, a day that has become known as Black Sunday throughout the Alaskan fishing industry brought a devastating storm to the Bering Sea, pushing up waves of over 60 feet. At the time, the ship was known as the Shannon Marie, and its captain, Vance Jones, became so concerned with the danger of the worsening conditions that he ordered all of his crew into survival suits, and called for them to abandon ship. All of the crew were eventually rescued unharmed by another boat. Two days later when seas became calm again, the Shannon Marie was found intact, floating sedately in placid waters. An engineer was flown to her by helicopter, and piloted the boat back to Dutch Harbor, the vessel not much worse for the experience.
So then, walking down the gangway of Shilshole Marina in the Ballard area of Seattle, I was nearly coming unglued with excitement. Here I was, about to be boarding on this very boat, and eventually, unbeknownst to me, I would be standing on the very spot on the bridge where the rogue wave video had been shot. Unbelievable.



An octopus awaits its introduction to a waiting delegation of greeters.
Photo credit: 56degreesnorth


My excellent tour of the ship was given by its current captain, Dave Lethin, who with 35 years of fishing experience, has fished the Bering Sea since 1992. An Oregon State University graduate, he explained that had his heart set on fishing since he was a small boy, and never wanted to do anything else. His enthusiasm was heartfelt and contagious. The $2.5 million conversion of the Aleutian Ballad from full time fishing vessel to tour boat started with his desire to share his excitement for fishing and the ocean with the world. The popularity of the Deadliest Catch series gave him exactly that opportunity.
"I want people to experience exactly what we experience, and to become totally engaged in something they'll never see again," he says.
Concerning the retrofit, Dave smiles, "This is the happiest boat in the world. She's pretty, and she knows she's never going back out to get beat up again."


Hauling up a crab pot.
Photo credit: 56degreesnorth

The tour takes place in Ketchikan, Alaska, and lasts about 3 ½ hours, covering several miles of inland waterway. The Aleutian Ballad has been fitted with enough stadium-style seating to accommodate 104 passengers, which offer close-up views of the work happening on-deck and great views of the scenery passing along outside the boat.
The evening before the tour, the crew sets a long line, crab pots, and a shrimp pot, and then hauls them up onto the deck right before your very eyes, as you sit watching from above. These 700 pound cumbersome contraptions reveal all manner of creatures from the deep: King crab, dogfish, octopus, box crab, rock fish, spot prawns, skate, snow crab, rat fish, or grey cod, just to name a few.
As Dave explains, "On this boat, passengers get a feel for the fascination we get to experience every time we pull up a crab pot."
The procured sea life is then placed into a massive glass tank in front of you, and believe it or not, your participation with the beasties is actually encouraged: If you want a picture of you with the octopus or rat fish that ended up in that tank, just ask, one of the crew will almost certainly be happy to hand it over to you, provided the creature is relatively safe to handle. Wild. The catch is then turned back into the ocean to relay their fantastic above-water experiences to their waiting pals below.
You can also expect to see all kinds of amazing regional sights on the other side of the rail: Native Indian fishermen hauling up thousands of salmon in their seine nets, bald eagles along the shorelines, and porpoises swimming nearby the boat. Humpback and grey whales are often sighted, and killer whale pods have been seen as thick as 40 strong.



The iconic Aleutian Ballad seating and deck. Photo credit: 56degreesnorth

The deckhands are all Bering Sea veterans, and in addition to their duties of hauling up fish and crab on the deck for you, they also make it a point to share their personal experiences and fishing stories from their many years spent on the high seas. If you like, you can also have a look around much of the rest of the ship, and there is even some bridge time available after the tour is over. You too can stand in the very spot the cameraman was shooting when the rogue wave swept over the vessel in 2005. I did, it was raaaaaad.

I can tell you from personal experience that when you talk to Dave and his crew about fishing it is clear that they are somewhere else. They are standing right in front of you talking, sure, but it's not so much that they're explaining the technicalities of boats and netting and such… they sort of look off into the distance and relay to you a tale that is being whispered into their ear at that very moment, spoken by their own memories and experiences. As you absorb the impact of their words, you suddenly find yourself a part of that narrative, and the feeling is unforgettable.

You become lost in that ocean somewhere, hauling up the mysteries of the deep.

For more information:
www.56degreesnorth.com

Jeem!

Found ur Glacier trek (I will Destroy You Glacier Peak) to be serious kick ass. To be honest, I’m such a lightweight, I’ve never been more than a day tripper. When u really get out there on one of those long solo treks, and the water runs short … can u drink from local streams? I’ve heard that pollution is so bad that even places untouched by man are now off-limits.

VitoZee

Howdy VitoZee,

Great to hear from you and thanks for the complement and question. That is a seriously cool name, by the way: VitoZee. Just from the phonetics of it, I get the impression that you might be a very friendly and mild-mannered hitman working out of North Jersey. Really cool.

As for your drinking water from streams question, there are a lot of answers for it. The simple answer is that, no, you can almost never implicitly trust stream water sources, unless they are flowing straight out of the ground (via an aquafer or spring) bubbling up right there in front of you. That's your best bet, but you rarely see that in the wild unless you're looking for it, and even so, I have actually gotten sick from drinking spring water straight from the source at Panther Springs on Mount Shasta. You never know what you're going to get drinking untreated water from the wilds.

Most of the time the pollution you'll be dealing with out in the wilderness is not man-made, it usually comes from bacteria and parasites that inhabit the bodies of wilderness animals. For example, on this Glacier Peak trip, I drank from a stream I was confident was trustworthy. In the immediate vicinity were living quite a few marmots. A number of days after I got home I fell ill, and had to wonder if I hadn't picked up something from the water I drank, as there was not much of any other explanation for my symptoms. I knew a trip to the doctor would probably result in them sending me back home with a plastic cup that was required to be filled with my own poo, which would need to be delivered back to the lab steaming hot so they could figure out exactly what kind of bacteria or parasite they were dealing with. (Not a joke, remember Panther Springs?) After this diagnosis, I would then have to go back to the doctor and get a prescription, but by then, my body would have probably fought off the tiny invaders completely on its own. Not worth the trouble, and all of this would certainly = Jim minus $280. So I suffered it out, and whatever happened to be bothering me left my system in about 7 days or so. Yuck. No fun.

Anyway, I don't recommend drinking straight from the streams of the wild, but in a pinch, I do it everytime, unless I see a bear or a moose straight upstream from me pooping in the river, which has only happened about ten times. (Or zero times.) Anyway, sometimes I get sick, sometimes I don't. If I'm exhausted and thirsty, to heck with it, I'm drinking it.

All this notwithstanding, or withstanding, or notwithoutstanding, whatever, they just recently invented the coolest thing in the world though, so you might want to check it out. Previously, for treating your water in the wild, you'd always have to put a pellet of iodine or a congregate of other evil ingredients into your jug of stream water and let it sit there for an hour before you drink it while the chemical cocktail thoroughly treats your water. That is ridonkulous because when you're hiking and thirsty, you aren't going to wait a full hour for that pill to dissolve and work properly, you are going to guzzle. Anyway, they just invented this magic wand of sorts that you can find at any decent backpacking or outdoors store. You turn it on and dip it in your stream filled water jug, and the ultraviolet light it produces irradiates everything to death on the spot, after about 30 seconds or so. Kind of like my pinky finger, which I keep forgetting to treat my stream water with, because I'm always so dang thirsty.

Jim

Keep it comin' Jim. Sounds awesome.

Matt Langley
Duvall, WA

Hey Jim,

Enjoyed your Victoria article. It was an intersting slant on a city that is generally just promoted as a destination for tea rooms, gardens and double-decker buses. Now let's get serious ... are the Canadian women there really that attractive, good-natured and open-minded? Maybe I won't get married either and just move up there. It sure sounds refreshing after having to deal with the smugness of all those LA starlets, trying to make it in Hollywood.

Gary
Santa Monica

Gary,

Thanks so much for the communique. I can honestly tell you that there was little exagerration involved in my description of the girls there in Victoria. God, in his infinite wisdom, has thankfully granted American mankind a few other places than the great old U.S. of A. to relieve our hearts of the burden of the eternally-self-absorbed, career-tracked, Bill-Gates-as-a-husband seeking beastly variety of female. I know, after living here in the States forever (especially in Seattle), how it is. I was recently researching a trip to Columbia, and heard the same news implicitly spoken about the women there, they are apparently of the same caliber of those that live in British Columbia. I invite you, before relocating, to take a trip up to Victoria, to see for yourself. I'll never forget it.

And my brotha', if you think you have it bad in the Los Angeles area (I lived there for six years), try Seattle (where I have lived for the last laborious three). Seattle seems to be crammed with nothing other than Ice Princesses, who live their lives completely within the confines of darkened cerebral domains, mental attentions locked firmly onto the goal of marrying the next Bill Gates, hoping to live in one of those big houses smooshed up against Lake Washington, hearts available only to the ultimate goal, the dream of all dreams ... being on Oprah someday...absorbing the jealous attentions of the millions of suburbanite women watching, all hoping to sit right there across from Ms. Winfrey someday, too, while regaling her with the tales of the good life, closets full of the savvy and smarmy garb purloined at Nordstrom's, their husband a virtual "Prince Charming," their family-owned barnacle encrusted yacht anchored firmly in some northern fjord. Oprah smiles back approvingly amidst a cacophony of applause, screen fades to commercials, all conduits nourishing The Beast.

You're my kind of guy, Gary. Hang in there, amigo. I look forward to meeting your smokin' hot wife someday.

Jim


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Travel tips:

Tours run out of Ketchikan, Alaska, from April 29th - September 29th. For a complete calendar and more information go to 56degreesnorth.com or call them directly at 1-888-239-3816.

There are tours available every day of the week, sometimes two a day, and there is always a tour when a cruise ship is in town. Tour tickets can be secured on most major cruise ships by contacting the Shore Excursion office on-board your particular cruise.

You will feel the thud of the crab pots hitting the deck. Ka-boom! Cool.

Tripadvisor.com has ranked the Bering Sea Crab Fisherman's Tour as the #1 tour in Ketchikan.

You also gonna' get a snack box on this trip. Yum.

Also, the bathrooms are exactly what you hope for. There is no manual reading required to figure out how to flush their toilets like on some boats, they're exactly the same thing you have at home. I checked. Ok, maybe better to say I was taken there by internal forces of urgent origin perhaps. Whatever.