Day 38: Bowman Bay to Fort Casey
We awoke Tuesday morning, ready to make our push south and found the air had grown heavy. Looking out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the west, the skies had turned yellow and we could no longer see … Continued
We awoke Tuesday morning, ready to make our push south and found the air had grown heavy. Looking out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the west, the skies had turned yellow and we could no longer see … Continued
Our trip was nearing its end. Our hope was to get to one of the campgrounds in Hood Canal by the weekend so we could meet up with friends and enjoy some time together. The pandemic made it hard to … Continued
After the exciting crossing from James Island, Gio and I had some time to hike around Deception Pass State Park. Here are some photos from that afternoon.
“Shit!” “What?” “Ugh…” I rolled over, felt across the tent for Giovannina and realized that she wasn’t there. My eyes didn’t want to work. I coaxed them open and found my headlamp hanging from a pocket in the tent. I … Continued
I almost forgot to mention what happened to those mussels we collected on our way to James Island. Whenever we collect any filter-feeding bivalves from Washington coastal waters (clams, oysters, mussels, etc.), we always check “The Map”. Run by the … Continued
We spent the following couple of days with Tim and Angela in an enchanting little apartment above an antique shop right in the middle of Friday Harbor. The apartment has this great balcony perched over the street, and in the … Continued
Leaving our large, noisy, pinniped friends behind we continued south past Long Island, which really isn’t that long (I’m not even going to bother checking with Edmond S. Meany on this one), and then as the current subsided, we cut … Continued
On Wednesday October 14, 2020, I took a break from writing to join Giovannina and Brittany, a grad student here at Friday Harbor Labs, on their SCUBA dive at Eagle Cove. I didn’t get in the water myself, but helped … Continued
The fog began to move seaward and we were able to see the whole length of San Juan Island, all the way down to the bluffs above Cattle Point. To the south, the Olympic Mountains began to peek out from … Continued
We awoke at 5:30 am and after a quick breakfast and minimal packing, were on the water by 6:30 am. The day was just awakening. The air was still and few birds were out, only the occasional gulls coasting the … Continued