Making up Stories

K-dubs and the Po-Po

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This morning when I picked up my iPhone, I saw that I had a text from a friend and concerned blog reader, after yesterday's post. If you aren't caught up, read that post here first, and then come back.

She agreed to let me share our text conversation here, keeping her anonymous...I offered, she didn't ask.

Her:  Hey. You could have some company this morning.

Me:  What, who? Where are you?

Her:  Well....I called the San Juan Sheriff's office and let them know they may want to check out that little hideaway.

Me:  I think they already are checking out this little hideaway. That's what I think these guys are doing...monitoring this cove.

Her:  So you think they are good guys?

Me:  No judgment on good or bad, but I do think they are probably law enforcement, stationed in the lighthouse, watching the cove for suspicious activity.

Her:  Well...the sheriff didn't seem to know about it if they are...but they did ask for your blog.

Me:  Oh good. Now the sheriff is going to read my post.

Her:  He did read the post. While I was on the phone with him.

Me:   Awesome. What did he say?

Her:   Thanked me for calling...took all my contact info...asked for the name of your boat...and said he would phone it into the marine unit.

Me:  Well if this is all legit they're gonna think I'm a total troublemaker.

Her:  That's why I gave you the heads up....

Me:  Um, thanks? :)

Her:  BTW, I don't think the popo are going to think you're a troublemaker. What if you just broke up an international trafficking ring???

Her:  You're going to be a hero...

Me:  It certainly makes for a weird state park experience here.

Her:  ...you'll prob get an award or something...

Her:  ...get on 60 minutes...

Her:  ...maybe even meet the President...

Me:  You're such a dork. :)

Me: Remember, the San Juan Sheriff AND the Coast Guard were sitting in boats RIGHT in front of the lighthouse watching us as we arrived. The guys at the lighthouse have to be part of the whole thing. This is a very small island.

We left our mooring ball in Active Cove right in here somewhere, opting not to go hike back out to the lighthouse before leaving. Here are some sleepy sleepy seals on Little Patos as we exited the cove:

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Meanwhile, the text conversation continued.

Her:  I had my whole team [at work] read about it this morning.

Me:  What did they say?

Her:  They all think u are wise to get out before gunfire erupts. They can't believe you stayed there overnight.

Me:  There was another boat. And it's a state park. (And we were surrounded by law enforcement who watched us come in and didn't tell us to leave or anything. If there was something dangerous going on, you'd think they'd have sent us away.)

As we continued on, we spotted some black dots in the water about a mile away. We got out the binocs and learned it was the group of 10 kayakers we'd seen arrive in Shallow Cove the morning we left. They were headed toward Patos Island.

Me:  There are 10 kayaks headed to Patos now from Sucia. Kayak campers.

Her:  Or...drug runners disguised as kayak campers.

Me:  Right. Or that. At least they know how to dress the part...unlike the lighthouse cops.

As we made our way closer to Orcas Island,  I was certain we'd be intercepted, but we weren't. We only saw one other boat and it was a police boat, but they never came toward us. At first I was a little freaked out that the San Juan Sheriff's Department read my post and might be passing it along to other law enforcement agencies, etc., but now I figure if they're trying to discourage illegal activity near the border, then having some blogger with 45,000 followers writing about how the place is teeming with all flavors of law enforcement would be a total bonus for them. (You're welcome, guys!)

p.s. We looked for more orcas today on the cruise. Nothin. Party's over folks. 


The Screaming Fifth Wheel Next Door

Parked next door to our trailer here at Candlestick RV Compound there's a large (but not large enough) fifth wheel. For the first two days we didn't see anyone there, but the night before last the owners returned. I've been working here most of yesterday and today, and all I can hear coming from that trailer is a kid screaming, pounding, and yelling "Moooommmmmyyyyyy!!!!!!" over and over 50,000 times. I never hear the mother. (Perhaps she escaped on foot?)

I can feel the thumping on their probably brown-carpeted fifth wheel floor as it travels from the little girl's stomping feet/pounding fists/whatever the heck she's doing in there as it travels through their tires, across the concrete, and through the Airstream's tires and to where I'm sitting.

Today their truck is gone, and I assume it's only the kid (I think it's a girl) and the mother in there. This morning I started to wonder if maybe the kid is a burn victim and they just brought her back from the hospital and are treating her inside before they head back to wherever the live, while the husband is out shopping for more bandages. If so that's a sad story and I shouldn't be annoyed by the noise, I know.

But probably, she's just an annoying little misbehaved shit.

(Posted by Laura)