METEORS IN THE SKY, STARS IN THE TOILET: Wednesday, August 10

We enjoyed another quiet night and didn’t rise until after 8:30 am on a lovely sunny morning. We readied the bow cabin for Dan and Debbie, and Joy moved into the crew cabin, where she will sleep in the bottom berth. After unhooking Braesail from the mooring buoy, Walt and I shared helm duties as we traveled past Speiden Island, around Jones Island (famous for its friendly “wild” deer), with its lovely wooded shores and inviting pocket beaches nestled beneath the bluffs, past the rocky Wasp Islands with their narrow channels and many reefs, and finally to wide, sun-drenched Blind Bay on Shaw Island. In the expansive anchorage we found a mooring buoy just behind an island on which we could detect a wooden outhouse and a number of kids playing on the rocks at the water’s edge. Walt and I both made a number of attempts to snag it with our boat hook, but its ring was lying nearly flat in the concavity at the top of the spherical buoy and we couldn’t manages to get the boat hook beneath it. Walt got lots of exercise at the task of bringing the boat up beside the buoy, and finally managed to hook the elusive creature and tie on our bowline.
While we rocked gently in Blind Bay, Walt worked on the replacement of the red and green bow lights, Joy did some reading, and I took a nap in the boat’s bow where the teak decking was warm and the breeze cool. The ferry carrying Dan and Debbie to Orcas Village from Anacortes glided into view at about 4:15, and so we collected ourselves and motored to the dock. After picking up our guests and some supplies, we motored under cerulean skies to Indian Cove on Shaw Island, spotting the noses of some inquisitive sea lions as they surfaced briefly to watch us pass.
After anchoring in the cove (the shore houses a county park and neighboring Canoe Island shelters the water from the wind) and enjoying a dinner of pasta, broccoli, and tuna, we sat in the cockpit as the skies darkened and the half-moon began to spill silver into the waters of the cove. We watched the brightly lit floating castle that is a Washington State ferry boat glide behind and then emerge from Canoe Island’s velvety shores and then the small, bright dot that is the International Space Station hurry past the moon and out of sight, and then stayed up to watch a number of meteors from the Perseus Shower streak across the Milky Way’s creamy ribbon.
As I flushed the toilet in the aft cabin’s head on the way to bed, I noticed, as I have before, tiny glittering flashes of bioluminescence in the seawater that swirled down the drain–specks of brilliance above me and below me!

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