vacation this year has been very good in many ways with about 800 M sailing
during five weeks. Someone maybe object, that the weather hasn't been worse
for ages, but it has been possible to adjust to the rain. The first part of
our vacation my wife Berit, my daughter Eva with fiancé Bosse and I together
with ours four dogs sailed in freshwater to the town of Granna, where we
participated in an agility contest for dogs during a whole week. In order to
get there we sailed to Goteborg and after that up the river of Gota Alv to my
old hometown Vanersborg.
we crossed the lake Vanern and went into the
at Sjotorp. In Karlsborg we left the channel for a long trip down across the
lake Vattern. Then we were approx. 50 meters above the sea level. We had
passed more than 30 locks in order to get there. After a week of contesting my
friend Uno came in my automobile and my daughter, her fiancé and three dogs
went home by car. It took them three hours to get home, while Berit, Uno and I
had to spend more than a week to reach our homeport. When we got home and
Berit started to work, and I went to sea again alone. I headed north along the
outside of the archipelago of Bohuslan towards Norway, where I visited ours
friends in Melsonvika near the town of Tonsberg. I had a week with lovely
weather, and I could swim in the sea each morning in salt water. The water was
warm (19 degrees C) for the first time this year and there were not too many
jellyfishes either. Much better than in the lake Vattern, where the water held
just 10 degrees C. But on the other hand you can drink water directly out of
few excerpts from the logbook:
having loaded the entire crew onboard with equipment for four weeks could we
found that, Pia II went a little low in the water. The equipment included
among other things an accordion, a guitar and a tent for dog contests. When we
sailed away at 16.00 hours the rain stated pouring down, and we went out of
Byfjorden by engine. On the fjord Vrangelyckan we set the main sail to support
the trip south inside the island of Orust. By nightfall we arrived in
Stenungsund, where we moored in the south part of the guest harbor.
had no rain and a lot of wind in the correct direction in the morning. We set
the genoa and went down wind south across the Algofjorden to the Insto strait,
where we moored at a buoy for lunch. A funny thing was that the current there
was so strong, that it drove the boat against the wind, so it was quite windy
in the cabin during the entire meal.
we continued on our way through the archipelago of Goteborg at high speed, and
since the wind was so strong we took the way inside the island of Bjorko. The
approach to the Goteborg harbor was a thriller as usual with waves, high-speed
ferries and other kinds of entertainment. When we come into river, we could
clearly see that the big city isn't very beautiful from the water. We passed a
number of more or less decayed docks and industrial areas. I suppose that the
politicians seldom look on their city from that direction.
the fortress of Bohus we went into the river of Nordre Alv and moored at first
bridge. It is a beautiful place with nice walks, and we had a barbecue and a
good harbor for the night there.
engine up the Gota river in pouring rain. You have got to have a rich internal
life to endure the part between Bohus and Lilla Edet. Straight on all of the
time and not especially much to look at. In Lilla Edet you meet the first
lock, and the crew get something to do. Then it was nothing more than to steer
and listen to the engine again for hours through a somewhat more alternating
landscape than before. Suddenly the giant locks in Trollhattan appear before
you. It's a whole lot of locks high as houses, and you will not get out of the
last one, before you pay the fee of 525 crowns (simple journey). Trollhattan
is very beautiful from the river.
Brinkebergskulle we had to pass some locks again, and now we felt that we
began to get near our goal that day, Vanersborg. At 21.00 hours we moored in
the new guest harbor, that the vanersborgians to the chagrin of many had built
in the lake of Vassbotten. My old friend Uno, who lives in that town, came and
paid a visit. Before I went to sleep I couldn't help thinking, that we after a
journey for three days only were half an hour by car from home. The same way I
go to get to work every day.
sail along the shore of lake Vanern to Sikhall, where there Uno has built a
cottage all by himself. We moored at a bridge owned by the sail association of
Vanersborg near the clubhouse, where I spent so many weekends, when I was
young. At Uno's place we had a good shower and a nice rest. We had planned to
continue our journey that night, but we stayed on since the wind was against
our course and very strong. We had an uncomfortable night there with a lot of
tossing and turning and noise from the moorings.
in the right direction but strong. We didn't realize how strong it was until
we come so far away from the beach that we couldn't turn around. We could only
surf along down the giant waves and try to steer at the right course. Pia II
runs like a snake on tailwind due to her long keel. When we had reached the
limit of our endurance, the archipelago of Eken with opened up before us with
smooth water and green islands. After lunch the crew gathered chantarelles and
blueberries. Off again across the bay of Kinneviken, where the wind and waves
reached all time high. The approach to the town of Mariestad is guarded by a
beacon, which looks exactly like a sailboat. For several hours we thought that
it was a boat, and we were quite nervous. At the island of Torso was a bridge
marked as a ferry in our chart. Was it possible for us to pass under it? Thank
God the height was 18 meters. We arrived at last at Sjotorp at 22.00. Of
course everything there was closed for the night, so we had to eat boat food
that night too. We had sailed 63 M with only the genoa in 10 hours including
the break for lunch. 8 knots as average speed?
the next day the weather was fine, and after having paid the channel fee of
1.600 crowns (both ways), we set off along the channel. When we arrived in
Toreboda in the afternoon we had a lot of experience of handling the boat in
the locks. In Toreboda we were entertained at the guest harbor by local
talents, a brass band, and we marched to the center of the village, which was
surprisingly urban looking. We had kebab for supper, because we wanted to
stick to the local food traditions.
As we felt very well after a long night's sleep, we decided to try covering a very long distance that day. We speeded through the most beautiful parts of the channel and out in the lake Vattern. Before that we had anchored in the lake Viken for a swim (14 degrees C in the water). Our plan was to cross Vattern by sail over to the mountain of Omberg and then follow the east shore down to the town of Granna. The wind died outside Karlsborg and we had to start the diesel. The tankmeter was dangerously near reserve from the beginning, but we kept on motoring the entire evening. Finally we got to Granna on the last fumes of diesel in the tank, and we were received by the Lundberg family from Sodertalje, who also had arrived in a boat, and they presented a perfect mooring site for our use (as you can see below). The Lundberg had come by the channel too but from the opposite direction (from the Baltic).
seafaring during these days except for two trips to the island of Visingso,
but there was a lot of dog contesting and barbecue in the evenings with guitar
and accordion together with the Lundbergs. Visingso is lovely, isn't it? Take
a look at the picture. The boat club of Granna was extraordinarily
accommodating, and they let us borrow their cottage, when the evenings became
too rainy. I salute such a friendly club. Eva got a reward for obedience with
Nina (the black dog) and our other daughter Anne with her fiancée Lennart,
who live nearby in Jonkoping, visited us several times. We had quite a
party in a restaurant at my wife's birthday.
noon that day Uno came driving our automobile, and Eva, Bosse and all dogs
except for Sarah went home to Hasslerod. Berit, Uno and I set sails, while
Sarah was watching, and went north out on the lake Vattern. When we had passed
the northern peak of Visingso, which reaches out very long into the lake, we
could steer for the east shore of the lake. The wind was momentarily very
strong, and a lot of thunderstorms lurked in the distance. At 20.30 hours we
arrived at Karlsborg, where we found a nice mooring site in front of the
bridge along a wooden dock. We hand an evening with barbecue, and we became
friends with the crew of a RJ 85.
traveled on in the channel all day, and we passed many beautiful places, like
this house with Canadian geese at the lawn.
the village of Forsvik follows an especially nice part of the channel, where
you can't help but wonder how the passenger boats can pass.
another place you can practically pick berries from the boat. I don't want to
meet a channel boat there.
the lake Viken we had to tow a boat after us, while the owner tried to change
the belt between the engine and the generator.
we came to Toreboda. It was good to moor early in the afternoon for one time
sake, Sarah thought.
hot weather in the morning. We got on our way exactly when the channel opened
at 09.00 hours. We had to pass a lot of locks, and we saw in the distance all
day. When we came to Sjotorp we had to do a little shopping.
minute we had set sails the rain came over us. We continued anyhow over the
Mariestad fjord and the bay of Kinneviken to the castle of Lacko. Very late in
the evening Berit an I took a stroll to the castle to look it over in the
darkness, an we were convinced that the count Magnus Gabriel de la Gardie
(dead since 300 years) was haunting the place. We thought we saw him in one of
weather. Rain and a lot of wind. Bad odds from the weather report in the
morning. We had to go somewhere that day, so we motored away to the very
special fishing village of Spiken in the archipelago of Eken. Spiken looks
exactly like the fishing-villages of Bohuslan except for the bed of reeds all
around it. When we approached the harbor of Spiken we saw that we would be
very well entertained there. The Swedish TV was there and they prepared a live
broadcast with summer entertainment with a popular program leader named Bengt
Alsterling. The mission ship Elida was there too. We participated to the best
of our ability although the rain didn't stop before the next day.
showers in the distance. Side wind out the archipelago (image below). In the
afternoon we anchored in the bay of Sikhall after a nice tip over the lake
Vanern by sail. Uno's mother waited with onion soup, tobacco and pancakes. We
hadn't been able to find tobacco anywhere in the stores along the way for a
few days, because the price for a pack of cigarettes was going to be lowered
about 10 crowns and the stores didn't like to have a stock bought for the old
price. We spent the night in Uno's cottage.
woke me up at 04.00 in the morning by shouting that Pia II had run aground.
Uno and I rowed the dinghy out in the bay and we saw at once that we had a lot
of work ahead of us to get her loose. She had dug her keel deep down in the
sand in shallow water, and the wind was blowing right into the bay. First we
rowed out the anchor against the wind with a 100-m rope, and then we started
the engine, set the mainsail and hanged ourselves out from the shrouds at the
lee side. We winched, pulled the main sheet and harassed the engine for two
hours, but the poor boat just made a few pathetically leaps forward in the
sand into more shallow water. What could we do? I rowed to the harbor of the
sail club and woke up a German family at 06.00 in the morning. They
volunteered at once with their huge motorsailor and a rescue party was on its
way. When we were about 50 m from Pia II, I noticed we that she had her bow to
the north in stead of south, as it was earlier. Uno, who is a very stubborn
man, had managed to pull the bow around through the wind, and the boat took
leap after leap out of the sand. There was nothing else to do but to send the
Germans back to their bridge and try apologizing for the disturbance in their
sleep. Uno and I anchored at the lee side of a little island out in the bay.
Then we rowed ashore totally exhausted.
and Berit sailed to Vanersborg, while I slept in the cabin. I slept like a log
after the terrifying experience in the morning. In harbor of Vanersborg Uno's
mother met us with Danish pastries, and I came to life again. We set off along
the channel to Trollhattan after having a lot of coffee, and in the evening we
moored after the locks (see portrait image) at Akersvass (see landscape
image). Akersvass is the lover's lane in Trollhattan. We were delayed at the
bridge before Trollhattan for a couple of hours, while it was repaired. Then
we found out that it was remote controlled from Kungalv.
engine down the river. The most exciting thing was the landing in Alvangen,
where we bought new sheets for our bunks. In the evening we arrived at Bohus,
We found a terrific mooring site there at a guest bridge. We had a barbecue in
a lovely environment. A couple of old Danes in the boat next to us told us,
that they always spend a few some nights in Bohus each year.
of river through the Goteborg harbor, Where we managed to fill our tank at a
rocky barge. Good sailing through the outer archipelago Goteborg and outside
the island of Tjorn. We were not able to find any good natural harbor there,
so we had to proceed to the island of Pilgrimmen east of the fishing-village
of Gullholmen. It was rather late before we could land that night.
The next day we passed over the fjord Ellösefjorden, The Malö Straits and the fjord Koljofjorden led us to Henan, where our son Lars picked up Uno and drove him home in our car. Berit and I proceeded to Hjalton. We anchored in the Paradise Bay, rowed ashore and started to gather chantarelles for the supper. We had quite a fiesta on barbecued ribs with fried chantarelles.
and rain all through the night, but as usual we had an excellent sleep at
Hjalton with no wind and no waves. The sky cleared at lunch time, and the
afternoon was spent with swimming and sunbathing at our favorite place.
day the gale was still blowing outside the bay, but now had to get home
anyway. We set the genoa and surfed away homewards. At Vindon Berit insisted
in buying cigarettes, and she managed to crush her thumb, when we landed in
the rough weather. You should never use your thumb as a fender for a five-ton
couple of days I managed to stay ashore, before I headed north all alone
onboard. I had a week vacation left, and I longed for those bald and serene
islands in the north part of our county. After provisioning the boat in Henan
I cooked a good lunch for myself in the straits of Nordstrommarna, where I was
as breathtaking beautiful as always. On the fjord Gullmaren I set full sails
and got a fine course past Stange Huvud and the outside of the island Malmon
to the bay of the island Lango outside the village of Fisketangen. There I
anchored and sat down to watch the rain, which had started pouring down the
minute, I had got the anchor in the water. Asa Bodén at the weather service
threatened with hard northeasterly wind during the night, but after a certain
considering I decided to stay for the night. It turned out to be right, and I
had a very calm night's sleep in the inner part of the bay.
northeasterly wind. Very unusual direction in Bohuslan. Engine through Soten
channel and the strait of Tarosund. After that full sails on a course near the
wind, that ended outside the sound of Kostersundet several hours later. A
couple of times I had to cheat and start the engine, when I passed some narrow
passages. I anchored in the east part of the sound.
the morning I rowed ashore and found out, that it wasn't possible to buy ice
to the icebox anymore on the Koster
a disappointment. Thinking about the extremely high prizes on food in Norway I
bought some provisions in the little store on Nordkoster, and sailed off in a
light breeze via Kavlingarna towards the Norwegian lighthouse Torbjornskar. At
the border (yellow buoy) I set the Norwegian flag in the mast. The Olso fjord
was an easy thing and all the way I had course on the island Store Faerder,
where I entered the Norwegian archipelago. I passed the sound Vraengen and
came into the Tonsberg fjord. At 18.30 I arrived in the Mellsonvika bay, where
a free guest bridge waited for me after a trip of 32 M. Our friends Kjeld and
Jorunn were very surprised to see me, but they organized a party at once. I
was very late that night, so I slept in their guestroom in stead of trying to
get down the mountain to the boat unharmed in the darkness.
weather in the morning and 19 degrees C in the water! After a long swim and
sunbathe I took a little trip to the town of Tonsberg, the oldest town in
Norway, and filled the diesel tank at a prize 3,30 Norwegian crowns per liter
(twice as expensive in Sweden). In the evening Kjeld and I went for a sailing
trip. He sailed the boat all the way and he loved it. It was my birthday
present to him. He promised that he and Jorunn soon would come to Uddevalla to
had to go homewards again. I took the same route by Store Faerder and
Torbjornskar to the Koster sound in a very weak wind. Perfect weather, but not
for a sailboat. Using all sails and engine it took 6 hours to get back to
Koster. I too a swim and watched TV in the evening. During the night I had a
violent thunderstorm, and I stayed up to admire it for hours. It was a
first-rate entertainment with lightnings all over the sky.
I headed for Vaderoarna.
The wind was very weak, but with engine and sails I wet straight south outside
everything. I didn't get on the way until 13.00, and I had a strong current
from the south, so I didn't arrive at the sound of Stromsundet on the main
island Storon until 17.00. The Log said 24,5 M, while a measuring on the chart
said 20 M. Almost an extra hour due to the current.
sailed homewards across Soten fjord early in the morning. At Soteskar a seal
appeared couple of meters from boat as I spoke on the cell phone with my
colleague in Uddevalla. "A seal", I shouted, and Mats probably
thought, that I had gone mad. At Buskaren
I anchored for lunch. Weak tailwind homewards, and at 21.30 I reached my
homeport after sailing 40 M.
the vacation was over and my job waited for me. Fortunately a couple of nice
weekends remains in the late summertime. My wife calls autumn, but I regard
that word as bad language. Continuation
follows next year. Karl Updated
the vacation was over and my job waited for me. Fortunately a couple of nice
weekends remains in the late summertime. My wife calls autumn, but I regard
that word as bad language.
follows next year.