Monday, September 10, 2018: Braesail meets Xanadu

Peek-a-boo sunshine greeted us in mid-morning as we finally left our comfortable beds. I attempted to bake little raspberry muffins while Walt went shopping in Anacortes for a few more supplies and discovered that the muffins needed a lower temperature and a much shorter baking time than I’d expected, even after having allowed (I thought) for their daintiness. By 12:30 we were docked at the holding tank pump-out station as brisk breezes sent clouds and wavelets scattering. The wind dropped from 15 kts. to about 8 kts., we raised sails, and Braesail slipped silently along for about a half-hour until the wind wore out and wandered off to find a napping spot.

By 4 pm we were cruising beside the fantastically-carved sandstone sculptures that line the fragrant shores of rain-freshened Matia Island, and, finding the the dock in gorgeous Rolf Cove unoccupied, we tied up the boat and considered our late-afternoon options. Joy and I took the ramp ashore, I registered Braesail (we have a year-round marine park pass), and, while Walt snoozed in the aft cabin, we ladies walked a short way along the shadowed trail leading through moss-draped old-growth forest and then around the island’s perimeter. We met many slugs, some the color of licorice and some of lime, as we walked, and upon our return we admired the driftwood-bordered gravel beach licked by lazy ripple tongues and the clear, jade-green water near the dock through which we could see rocks, seaweed, and shells quite far below. As we approached the ramp to the public float, we noticed that Xanadu, a handsome white power boat, trimmed and accessorized in bright yellow, was now moored at the opposite side of the float from Braesail’s location, and we chatted with its two occupants, John and Marsha, while cleaning residual bits of forest from our shoe soles as the light faded behind the green velvet hills. Walt grilled salmon for dinner and served it with fresh veggies mixed with pasta, and we played Quiddler after tidying the galley and saloon (main cabin) and watching the sun slip into the sea through a lattice of clouds stained with indigo and gold.

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