We awoke to 30-knot winds funneling through our fiord anchorage, aptly named Preservation Sound. The forecast was “grim” with 35-45 knot winds predicted. Reluctantly we decided that we needed to make a run for Bluff, our ultimate point of debarkation.

We found a few protected spots along the way to set our lines briefly, and got one promising bite, but as the storm clouds gathered and wind picked up, we conceded defeat and pointed towards shelter.

In retrospect...maybe it was the bananas. That's Tim Sippel carrying them from the boat.

We left some of our satellite tags there so that our New Zealand co-workers can try again on better days.