Lots of boats are here now. This is about 10:00 am. That’s us. The arrow. Well where there arrow points.
I know. The boat lives here in Poulsbo anyway. So why do we anchor out half a mile from our marina for the Third of July fireworks? It’s fun. It’s fun being a part of the mass of boats swaying with the breeze. Much better than tied to the dock.
This is Monday morning. We arrived from Gig Harbor about 9:00. Not many boats here yet …
For those of you who have been waiting breathlessly for the recipe Rusty referred to in the Third of July post, this is it! I have to credit my mother for it, she was a phenomenal cook, and I’m sorry to say I inherited none of that. But this recipe is so easy, even I can prepare it.
Now that we are all caught up with what has been going on, I want to close the loop on a few recent posts …
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We installed trim tabs on our dinghy earlier this year. Since then, we’ve used it for short trips and a few longer cruises. Do I think it is an improvement? I don’t know. It is a nice stable ride and it planes easily. But, the trim tabs sort of turn a sporty car into a station wagon. And it is slower. We lose about 4 knots of speed. And I like speed in a dinghy.
I know, I know. Once again this is just a little late. But it is the last post before I am all caught up.
My brother Jim, and his wife Annie, live in Austin, Texas. We convinced them to temporarily abandon the wonderful summer weather in Texas and come visit the rainy northwest for the Fourth of July weekend. The plan was to take them to Blake Island on the second, and then on to Poulsbo for the Third of July festivities. And that is just what we did.
The paint had failed on the doors that lead under the flybridge (I don’t know the official name for them). I took them home and went to work removing the old finish. I don’t know when they were last painted or with what kind of paint. The finish was dull. Maybe flat house paint?
We have the boat back. And we have the water filters installed. And now it’s time to head north to the San Juan Islands. We are bound for the annual Puget Sound Grand Banks Owners Association rendezvous at Roche Harbor at the end of the week.
We got a late start from Poulsbo (too many things to do and not enough time) so we decided to head for Mystery Bay. We’ve never been there before and now seemed like a good time. Just across from Port Townsend, it’s a convenient place to stop for the night and get an early start across the strait the next morning. We grabbed a buoy at the Mystery Bay State Park. The sky looked ominous, but it was calm and gorgeous.