Race to Alaska: Sea Legs

Kelsey Breseman
4 min readJun 28, 2022
Team Rho Your Boat at the Victoria start line.

When I wake up, eyes still closed, I can feel the rocking motion of the boat: up and down, slow, lulling. It takes me a moment to remember that I’m in a bed on dry land. After nine and a half days without setting foot on shore, my body is convinced of a world in constant motion.

Our finish into Ketchikan was a dazed triumph: 1:30 in the morning, a few people from the race to cheer us from the dock regardless of the hour: photos ringing the finish bell, interviewed on the livestream, Alaskan Ambers brought for the team.

We followed the sounds of rowdy drunks to the only place still serving food, the Pioneer Cafe, and sat in a sort of staring, happy haze for two hours, Liam in and out of sleep at the table. When our food finally arrived — enormous greasy plates of biscuits and gravy and eggs and sausages and french fries — we devoured it.

Louistic, who tired of fighting the tidal current, anchored up and arrived the next morning, to be greeted on the docks by team members from Rite of Passage, Fashionably Late, High Seas Drifters, the race crew, and of course our whole team.

Other teams are still out there — and to be honest, the longer you take on this course, the more you deserve a medal.

We’re sad to not get to cheer in Goldfinch, who it seems had to make a quick stop for repairs, and who are…