The day started out pretty nice at Prevost Harbor. Almost no one around. Still and quiet. Cindy was leaving us so we needed to get to Deer Harbor in time for her flight back to Seattle. We left about 9:00.
I am going to try and get caught up. I am still a few days behind what’s going on. We left Spencer Spit late morning headed for Stuart Island. Still no rain, but plenty of clouds. We let Cindy do the driving.
I had an idea that I would more or less live blog the trip north to the San Juan Islands. Look! Passing Point No Point and so on. Instead I did nothing. That was five days ago now and I am just getting around to posting something. It’s probably good that I didn’t blog along the way. At eight knots it would not have made for exciting reading.
We left Seattle early Sunday morning and headed north on the outgoing tide. It was wet when we went through the locks.
Well … for anyone returning in anticipation of a new, witty, and thoughtful post similar to what you have come to expect from the previous few weeks, I apologize. There is not much interesting to report.
We spent yesterday at the Point Hudson Marina in Port Townsend cleaning the boat. We washed down the kayaks and inflatable, cleaned the anchor and bow, washed the salt water off, and completed a few other minor projects. I added water to the batteries.
This Blue Heron hung out on the pilings near us most of the morning.
The anchor came up at 8:05 this morning and we were on our way to Port Townsend. It was another beautiful morning in Garrison Bay. This the first time we’ve been here. It was pretty shallow when I got up in the morning. Low tide. Seven feet.
We are headed back to the US today. Sadly, this starts the trip home. We’ll still have a few nice days on the boat ahead, just not what we’ve experienced the last ten days or so.
Morning in Sidney. We are the small boat on the dock full of big boats. Oddly, most seem to be from California. I cleaned the boat a bit. Kim went to town. We left when she came back.
We departed Seattle Saturday afternoon. The plan was to get outside the locks so we could motor north early. Lots of boats waiting so we all ended up in the large lock. The large lock is easy, but it is always interesting. The larger boats tie to the wall with the smaller boats rafted to them. As soon as the gates open, they announce “larger boats first”. Invariably, the small boats all rush in. There is no where for them to go and no way for the larger boats to get in. The lock attendants patiently sort out the chaos and we all eventually end up where we wanted to go.
