Thursday, April 24, 2025
Walt had worked on a leaking problem beneath the two sinks in our galley prior to this trip, and I had cleaned all the bottles, plastic bags, cling wrap packages, etc., off the two shelves in the under-sink cabinet so that he could work easily on the hoses and their fittings. He thought he’d solved the problem, and I therefore returned all the under-sink items to their places and worked on some DuoLingo German lessons and the deletion of junk email on a sunny Thursday morning, enjoying sitting in Braesail’s toasty cockpit.
We spent about two hours during the cool, bright afternoon exploring Blind Bay in Coracle, our dinghy, passing beneath the docks at the ferry terminal, traveling close to the surrounding shores, and circumnavigating several small islands.


After enjoying refreshing afternoon naps, we took Coracle out for a second spin, this time crossing over to Orcas Village where we tied up near the ferry dock, wandered through the grocery store and bought some green salsa for our blue corn chips, and motored back to Braesail, the “mother ship.” Coracle’s new Yamaha outboard engine, being slightly more powerful—and somewhat quieter—than its Honda predecessor (which we’d discovered to be quite thoroughly corroded after Braesail’s last charter in the fall—grrr!), performed very well, and we were pleased.
As I was putting something away in the under-sink cabinet after our dinner in the cockpit, however, I found a good deal of water on both of the shelves again—oh, no! Walt thought he knew what was causing the leak, and so I removed all the items from the shelves once more and stored them in a large shopping bag that I put into the forward head, Walt having decided to deal with the problem on the following morning.
We caught up on email and German lessons, watched some videos on Walt’s laptop, and found our way to bed on a chilly night. I enjoyed observing a late-departing ferry as it drifted across the ebony water, its lights twinkling like jewels adorning a floating fairyland castle and being reflected from the surface of the sea like golden stars blinking back at the silvery ones in the sky above.
