I had just run the boat aground when we met Norris the Crabman.
We whiled away the night under a perfect blanket of stars and talked of the ocean and adventures past. Eventually it was time for Norris and the dogs to return home. With promises to keep in touch, Norris zoomed off through the dark anchorage calling out “YeeeHaaa!!!” from his Big Red Zodiac.
We had every intention to depart Port Angeles with the early flood tide on Saturday, July 1. At the 4am alarm, we were barely conscious of thinking awwww, we’re so sleepy…just a few more hours. We left five hours later, give or take, and that was the day we learned to truly respect the tides […]
The following day we sailed up and around the top and west side of Orcas Island–timing our morning with the speediest of currents and topping 10 knots over the ground–and back to San Juan Island to introduce Darin to the fabulous mussels we’d found in Westcott Bay.