We wake to 59 degrees outside and 68 inside, but the coffee percolator soon chases away the chill.
After hot oatmeal, honey and raisins for me, egg and sausage for Herb, and dogfood for Jake, we cast off for our destination of a Washington State Park, Sucia Island, northwest toward the US - Canadian border. We cruise in a light chop and enjoy the bright warming sunshine.
The two docks in Sucia's Fossil Bay are full and we circle back out to catch a mooring buoy about midway of the channel. With no shore power or water available at the dock, the only advantage would be the convenience of hopping onto the dock for our walks, and meeting new friends.
The magic of the mooring buoy is peaceful evenings swinging gently to an ever changing scene. Peaceful mornings with a hot cup of coffee, and the table is always set.
Find Willie's Tug....
Jake says it is time for an outing, so we climb into his ferry and tie up to the dock on the west side of the bay. A short walk to the shore of Fox Cove takes us by some very tempting grass where Jake rolls and rolls and rolls. Hmmm, he is covered with grass seeds, and 'Dr.' Ray has warned of us the little menaces.
Back to Willie's Tug, I find in Jake's grooming bag what I will call a seed comb -- does a great job of lifting those little particles from his fur. He sleeps while I brush and comb.
What a difference a day makes as we relax in the cockpit, watching the steady stream of boats leaving and others making their way in. At dusk the Canadian geese serenade us, and I remind Jake that he is a retriever, but not in this situation.
Willie of Willie's Tug,
and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
Saturday, July 13, 2013