It is so hard to leave these anchorages, but we felt we had to keep going, slowly though ,we started to wonder if going all the way north was a good idea, this late in the summer. Some boaters said, NO Problem, you can make it back in time, but others advised not to go too late.  We headed for Wrangell, through Seward passage, Zimovia strait, between Wrangell island and Etolin island. At Woronkovski island, the water turned a beautiful green, amazing color, i first thought, it was sand underneath, but it is the runoff from the Stikine river, which is fed by the many glaciers. I tried to take a photo of it, but its just too hard to capture this color. We went on the visitors dock in Wrangell, in a  brand new marina, lots of room, and good water to top off the tanks. We stayed just the one night and headed to Petersburg, again, the water from the Stikine is green, plus a dandy wind blows from the river mouth, as we left Wrangell, the tide kept pulling and shoving us around, we couldnt figure this out, but found out later, that the river current is felt as far away as 7 miles.Also , a big fog bank sat in front of us, and we werent sure if we should keep going.  We saw Stellar Sealions and Dolphins near the entrance of Wrangell narrows, several boats were heading this way too,the narrows are well travelled, and has many ranges, buoys, and lights all over the place.  In the dark all you see (apparently) are green and red lights, so they call this the Christmas tree lane!!!   Wrangell Narrows is 21 miles long, it has 66 navigation markers, and the tide changes halfway into the narrows. So, you need to enter the one side , with the flood, just an hour and half before it changes , then halfway, where the tide changes, you have the ebb with you, it worked out great for us. The ebb took us with  a speed of 7.6 knots into Petersburg!!! Someho i always thought that Petersburg had a large Russian influence, not so, its mainly Norwegian, its a small town, biult around the harbor, which has fish processing plants everywhere, fishing boats coming and going all the time, they were still waiting for the big salmon run, one fisherman we talked to, who owned a small vessel named “Tink”, comes up here every year all the way from Seattle, but the fish seem to come later and later, he couldnt wait much longer he said. Our spot in the marina was right next to the fish plant, when we arrived , the sun was out and a nice breeze blew, but the next morning the fog had arrived, not a breath of wind, and the smell of the fish oil hit my nose……there was no way i could make breakfast, leave alone eat it, brought back some nasty memories of my childhood, having to take codliver oil every day. I had to stay down below, waiting it out, and hoping for a breeze.