I WAS able to watch a large ferry cruise from east to west not far north of our anchorage late on Monday night, I DID get to say good-night to the crescent moon and a number of the brighter stars as well before zipping down the cockpit’s side curtains and descending to the cabins below, and smiles lit my face and my heart!
Walt and I enjoyed a silent, serene night with very little boat motion, but morning brought a change in the weather. When we’d awakened on Monday morning, there had been only one other boat in the bay at Spencer Spit, but when we awoke at about 8:30 am on Tuesday morning, there were no other boats visible at all–fog had erased the entire park, including several recently-arrived vessels! We could hear the ferries blowing their horns to warn others of their passing, and we decided that we would stay right where we were until the fog lifted, thus avoiding having to be warned about invisible vessels!
After Morning Prayer and some time for reading and writing, we could detect some thinning of the fog, as blue sky and water, rocks along the beach, and shoreline evergreens gradually materialized, and by a little before noon we were ready to untie Braesail from her mooring ball and begin motoring east to Anacortes. It was very warm in the cockpit because sunlight had filtered in through the fog, and the outside air was soft and misty but not chilly. There was little wind, as usual, and the current was running with us for a good bit of our journey, and we therefore made good time. We took turns at the helm and didn’t have to dodge many ferries, and by about 1:30 pm we were finding a docking space in the Cap Sante Marina in the Anacortes Yacht Club’s reciprocal moorage area. Since there appeared to be plenty of room, we motored to the fuel dock to fill our tank and then returned to the yacht club’s docks. Here we tied up with minimal difficulty, Walt filled our water tanks, and I carried two large bags of garbage up to the dumpster and recycling bin on the shore while Walt napped. I also found my way to the yacht club office and deposited $10 for shore power and two nights’ moorage. The afternoon was very warm and brilliantly sunny, with a good breeze that had risen just as we were preparing to dock, of course, and it was wonderful to see a number of deciduous trees parading around the parking area in their crimson, orange, and yellow-gold autumnal best.
Back on the boat, I visited with my mother in Idyllwild, CA, by phone for about half an hour (she is doing well, especially since temperatures have returned to a more comfortable level!), and then Walt and I enjoyed our usual “happy hour” snacks before the heating system expert arrived to make sure that all was well with the Kabola and that all of Walt’s questions were answered. When he and Walt were thoroughly satisfied, he took his leave, Walt made us another great dinner of pasta with meat-and-tomato sauce, I did the dishes, and I began to work on this blog entry in the companionship of the last of the chocolate ice cream and another creme brulee cookie. Now it’s time for a pre-bedtime shower; we need to leave the boat at about 7:45 on Wednesday morning to pick up our rental car for the drive to Everett and Seattle. We’ll see if fog returns overnight to envelop the marina in an impenetrable white blanket.