| Part One - Part Two K. O. T. W. s European Odyssey - Part 1
 
              
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                | K.O.T.W. |  Kiss of the Wolf* (KOTW) was built in 2008  in a Nazareth PA backyard. She is a fifteen and a half foot, out-board-powered,  flat-bottomed skiff in the Sharpy style to lines drawn by boat architect Jim  Michalak (AF4b).Although designed as a day sailor  and occasional over-nighter, KOTW has logged in excess of 8000 miles ranging as  far South as the Gulf of Mexico, West to Chicago and as far North as Lake  Huron’s North Passage - all on her own flat bottom.
 
 While being refitted over the  winter, a chance conversation with a good friend, Cris Majcherski, produced an  irresistible idea: he had a friend who shipped sport boats to Finland and  Russia. I had never sailed the Baltic so arrangements were made and in early  April the boat was shipped to Kotka, Finland. I would have preferred St. Petersburg,  but clearance into Russia was thought to be too chancy.
               The following reports are taken  directly from a rather sporadically kept log.             *The boat’s name was stolen from the  John Irving novel “Last Night In Twisted River”. Friday, May 18, Kotka, Finland Arrived last night   from Pennsylvania via Toronto, Frankfurt, Helsinki by plane and Kotka by  bus. Launched the boat on a borrowed trailer in Kotka’s main harbor, and  motored up to a small creek north of Kotka for the night. It is windy, choppy  and cold, and will take several days to overcome jet lag, get my sea legs and  warm up.
               The plan is to head for Southern Spain and the warm  waters of the Mediterranean; an ambitious idea, and I have no real expectations  of pulling it off, but I’ve mapped out a route that suggests it’s at least  possible. 
              
                |  | KOTW being towed out of a Finnish warehouse, on a  Latvian trailer, by a Russian truck. |  
              
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                | The little fishing village just North of Kotka |  
              
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                | Kotka to Helsinki |  Sunday May 20, Lovisa, Finland Sailed to Lovisa, pleasant little resort community with  a very nice nautical museum. It is cold but the sun is out, so it’s not so bad,  and it’s only blowing about 10k.
               Dropped anchor several miles short of Porvoo. Monday May 21, Porvoo, FinlandUp at 5:30. Slept in all my clothes; still cold but it  is a sunny day and promises to warm up. Winds are out of the Nortwest and  light. I’m on my way to Porvoo to buy needles and thread to repair the birdwalk  hatch cover ripped in transit from the States.
               Porvoo is a truly delightful small city right on the  waterfront, enhanced by the temperature which rose by midday to the mid 80s.  Everybody young and old was out bicycling, jogging, walking, pushing baby  carriages, or just stretched out on the grass in the spread-eagled “take me sun,  I’m all yours” attitude.  Tuesday May 22, Helsinki, FinlandA lovely day for a sail down to Helsinki. Storm clouds  on the horizon and distant thunder and occasional lightning in the morning  found me seeking shelter up a small river lined with vacation cottages. I tied  off to a small dock in front of one of them. The owner came down to the dock to  welcome me, and I enlisted him to help reseat my motor. The storm blew over  leaving only a few drops of rain, and I resumed my run to Helsinki.
 
              
                | A narrow defile for very small boats only. |  |  Monday May 28, Mariehamn, Finland I’m stuck here with high winds. May be here for a few  days. Pretty town. Am only a day away from Sweden and sheltered waters but need  flat seas.
 
              
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                | Helsinki to Mariehamn |  Tuesday & Wednesday May 29, 30
 Very high winds. Cold. Explored town. Bought much needed  propane. Hunkered down and drank a lot of coffee. Finns drink their coffee  weak, so I make my own. I do find the packaged foods superior to ours; bread is  real bread, and packaged ham slices and cheese taste like real ham and cheese,  not a close approximation. The season isn’t underway yet so most shops and  facilities along the waterfront are closed. I did find a pizza shop that had  just opened and bought a small pizza there. I think it was the first pizza they  ever made.
 
              
                |  | The weather in the Aaland Islands is not being very  cooperative |  
              
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                | Mariehamn to Knaphalen |  Thursday May 31, Knaphalen, Sweden Winds backed off enough to make a few miles.
               Dropped the hook last night in a notch of a large rock  on the very Western edge of the Aaland Islands. This morning up at 4:30 and  North to get gas at the last fuel pump in Finland at Karingsundet.  Unfortunately, they weren’t open and looked like they might not be for several  days. The Season hasn’t started yet. Decided since the conditions looked  propitious to try for the Swedish coast, somewhere over the horizon,  anyway.                Not a smooth ride, and no sun. But not bad at all.  Crossed the Aaland Sea in a little over three hours.                It’s 8:00 here now. If one could see the sun, they would  see it high in the sky as it only gets dark here for about two hours out of  twenty-four but that seems to me merely academic as it may be up but it is  seldom seen. It’s raining, and expected to continue so for the next few days,  but it’s not all that cold and the water ahead is an easy run to Stockholm. Am  in a bight in the river and tucked in and dry and warm enough. But it sure is  raining.  
              
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                | The last fuel pump in Finland. Closed. |  Friday June 1, Nyby Sweden Rain and cold arrived yesterday and  turned biting and bitter today. I tied off to an unattended mooring buoy near  some small outboard skiffs at a turn in the river and went to bed. My fingers  are numb, and even with every warm thing I own brought into play, I’m not sure  I’ll ever be warm again.
  Saturday June 2, Rörvik,  Sweden Still in same spot as yesterday at  this time. Still cold. Still raining. Still under the covers. Bailed cockpit  just now as it had become a bathtub. I amuse myself by listening to a really  bad Ken Follet novel on my iPod, and reading a not very good Swedish detective  novel. The radio plays local FM  Disco -  all - Disco - all - the - time.
 Stay tuned.
 
 Sunday June 3, Bareskaten, Sweden
 Rain stopped sometime during the  night, but I awoke to leaden skies and only a sliver of silver on the horizon.  This was 4:30am. Got off about six after once again bailing the bathtub, and  the rain held off. Made several miles South and tucked into a cove for  breakfast and a nap as this huge, black, really threatening cloud that reminded  me immediately of the “Close Encounters “ mothership was bearing down on me.  Made a few more attempts after that but only made a mile or so the rest of the  day because of rough water and icy spray.
               The banks along this bay and along  the other waterways leading in to it are dotted with small skiffs pulled up on  land clear of the shoreline, sometimes clusters of 15 to 20 boats, but more often  just single boats with 40 hp motors hanging off their stern. Not one, however,  deigned to be out in this weather. Huge tour ships (Finnlines) pass by though.  There are plenty of summer cottages- the ubiquitous barn red with white trim.  I’d say there is one cottage to every ten boats. 
              
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                | Finnlines tour ship |  
              
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                | Knaphalen to Stockholm |  Monday June 4, St Hoggarn Island, Sweden Up and away this morning at six. Only sprinkles during  the night. Still a sky full of rain clouds but little glimmers of bright blue  up ahead. The sea was doable and though very cold I was dealing with it. A  little after 11:00 I banged up another prop on a submerged rock while being  distracted by one of the large cruise ships that ply the Swedish Archipelago. I  described this run down to Stockholm earlier as a series of protected rivers  and canals. Wrong. I’ve been informed that what I’m sailing is still the Baltic  Sea, peppered with hundreds of small islands along Sweden’s East coast.
               I pulled up to a small dock nearby and changed the prop  to my last spare. Stopped at the cosy little island town of “Vaxholm” for  groceries. Dropped the hook  at 4:00 behind St Hoggarn  Island’s man made jetty. Dark clouds all around, but directly overhead- a  lovely shade of blue.
 
              
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                | Blue skies |  Tuesday June 5, Stockholm, Sweden Really good day today- sailed right through the middle  of Stockholm - what a city - big, not particularly pretty but vibrant. I happened  upon the populous on their way to work at 8:30 am, and they were all on  bicycles. I watched slack-jawed as many hundreds streamed over a small bridge  in the middle of the city looking for all the world like a Tour de France  pelaton. Sun shone today, a little rain, but not so cold and smooth water. Am  still in the archipelago, hoping to have a good day tomorrow and maybe get  close to the entrance of the Gota Canal. Went through my first lock today, in  the middle of Stockholm. Didn’t even know it was a lock until I was already in  it. Swedish for lock is “sluss”. I can remember that.
 
              
                |  | Stockholm to Göteborg |  Thursday June 14, Trollhattan, Sweden Last several days have been overcast and a bit  raw. Very little rain though.
               Managed to run the big lake with not too much pounding  and am now back on the canal.  Waiting for marine store to open so can buy  yet another prop.  Sunday June 17, Göteborg, Sweden Been out a month now. Am now on the West coast of Sweden  in the Kattegat Sea, a few miles South of Göteborg.
               I’ve been holed up in a C shaped cove formed by boulders  out here in the sea of big waters and many rocks for the past two days. There  is according to my chart an honest to goodness harbor only about three miles  from here but I must wait until the winds die down as the waves try to make  kindling of my boat if I attempt to leave this little pocket of calm in  the maelstrom around me.  Wednesday, June 20, Molle, Sweden Sunday and Monday I was holed up with rainstorms, high  winds and high seas. Tuesday brought some relief and I got in a few miles  South. Today, however, found me awake at 4:30 am and peering out the cabin port  light at what looked like a smoothing sea and light winds to tempt me once  again out of a snug harbor. This time the calming waters inside the harbor led  me to an almost calm Kattegat Sea. I banged on a lot of miles today with a warm  sun overhead and a mild breeze over one shoulder. Am now anchor down in the  pocket harbor of the resort seaside town of Molle, Sweden. Am around Sweden’s  last corner and can almost see Denmark across the Kattigatt.
               It was a really good day, the first in a long time.  On to Part 2... |