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Arkholmen. The picture was taken from the northeast direction. We anchored on the east side in the left corner of the bay (some masts are visible).
Our first long trip with Alba! After two days of spare parts shopping and fixing the engine, it was time to set sail. We sailed south to the island of Arkholmen. We expected a relaxed trip but had to navigate and continually manoeuvre Alba. Gusty west winds and many little unmarked rocks demanded full attention. Our efforts worked out; we were faster than expected, even hitting 6.1 knots (close to the max hull speed) on the final tack. We arrived in the ‚Naturhamn’ — a simple rack to moor the boat on the bow while the anchor fixates the stern. There was no infrastructure other than a small pit toilet and some fireplaces.
Gusty west wind and many little rocks without danger marks demand full attention. Our efforts worked out; we were faster than expected.
The Naturhahmn - a simple rack to moor the boat on the bow while the anchor fixates the stern. There is no infrastructure other than a small pit toilet and some fireplaces.
Wandering across the island, we enjoyed the unbeaten paths of this little nature reserve. The other sailors stayed on their boats.
The view from one of the rock formations on the island.
Watching small sailboats get tossed around by the massive ships' bow wash, the immense size of modern logistics seemed overpowered.
After mooring Alba safely, it was time to explore the island. Wandering across the island, we enjoyed the unbeaten paths of this little nature reserve. All other sailors stayed on their boats. Nonetheless, when reaching the western side, we immediately felt the proximity to the modern world again. Giant cargo ships regularly passed by on their way to the Stockholm area. Watching small sailboats get tossed around by the massive ships’ bow wash, the immense size of modern logistics seemed overpowered.
In the distance, we saw heavy weather approaching and made it back to Alba just in time. Shortly after, a short and heavy gush began to pour down on the island. In the night, the wind relaxed to a steady breeze that we fortunately barely recognised in the protected bay.
An approaching storm from the West. Twenty minutes later, it reached the island.
Fortunately, we saw the bad weather approaching from the island's west side and made it back below deck just in time.
Alba is the small boat on the very left side of the rack. Some boats had to rearrange their anchor several times during strong winds.
The sun peaked out in the evening again; the wind relaxed to a light breeze. We spent the evening on the rocks enjoying the sunset and some books.