Yesterday afternoon we went out on a sea trial of the new Nordic Tug 40, and this morning we went to the factory to check out another new Nordic Tug 44. We'll blog about this separately I think, but both new boats look fantastic. This afternoon we decided to pop over to Cypress Island for the night. We stopped at our favorite local seafood spot, Black Rock Seafood, and picked up some fresh local halibut, a few local spot prawns, some Shigoku and extra small Pacific oysters, and one container each of salmon pâté and smoked albacore pâté from Seabolts Smokehouse. (They are almost always sold out of these pâtés...they're so good!)
We got over to Cypress and did a few boat projects before heading to shore for a short hike.
We took the dinghy around Cypress Head and beached it on the other side of the sandy bar that connects it to the rest of the island:
There are two other boats here, and one empty mooring ball.
Tons of tiny, dead, brightly colored crabs on shore. :(
The hike around Cypress head is really only about a mile, but the other option from here goes straight up and we just weren't in the mood for that today.
Here's the track of our dinghy ride back to Airship from the other cove. There was about a 2kt current against us and a nice rip around the north edge of Cypress Head, but the Torqeedo handled it just fine!
Around the south end of Cypress Head:
Here's my office view right now (and if you look closely at my monitor, you'll get a sneak peak of the new NT40. I got some killer shots today of it as we were on our way out of Guemes Channel today, nicely lit with Mt. Baker in the background):
Dinner tonight will start with some oysters on the half shell, and then I think we'll grill this fresh halibut and I'll make a caesar salad (with my new homemade caesar dressing technology). Happy Saturday everyone!
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:
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.