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Horseshoe Bay + Howe Sound = Happy Sailing

It’s mid September and so much summer has happened that I can’t keep up and that’s just perfect. Omoo is back in home port and all is well.

Back to sailing thru the alphabet… Now onto H, Hershey, happiness, and… Horseshoe Bay in Howe Sound.

We made Horseshoe Bay our home for a few days after leaving Fisherman’s Wharf and the last crew. There’s been so many great sailing days in Howe Sound so we keep going back! You can always count on a sail in this wind tunnel.

The crew for this trip jumped aboard in time to make a trip to Gambier before sundown.

The Spencer Force: Oscar the gadget guy and Suzanne the super shopper. They provided us with an amazing supply of yummy food, fun stories and sailing expertise.

We anchored in Center Bay Friday night, snacked on Suzanne’s delightful charcuterie board and slept like the dead. Next morning we’re slow to go but lazed around in the sun waiting for the wind to find us and find us it did!

There’s nothing like the feeling of anticipation when the wind teases you out into the open, all the sails go up and then the wind drops. Ugh… the skipper suggests a cup of tea would be appropriate, with a side of chocolate. A few stories later, the wind builds again, fills the sails and away we go. It’s exhilerating!! This is what it’s all about.

The saying goes, “the power boaters get on the boat to go where they want to go, the sailors get on their boat and they are where they want to be.” It’s so true!!

Dodging ferries is part of the fun! Oscar and OMOO take us on a ride on the wind and waves. We are exactly where we wanna be!!

We, well mostly Sideways Sally wanted to check out West Bay on Gambier. There was another campground to scout out for future reference: Sir Thomas Lipton Park. After our lovely sail we made a tour around the bay. We anchored after some difficulty with the locals who didn’t want us too close to their dock. We found 20 feet of water at high tide near a beach with a shipwreck on shore. This should have been the warning sign we heeded! Our thinking was that when the tide receded, it would take OMOO with it and we would be in deeper water.

The bones of the old ship Sir Thomas Lipton, named after the famous Tea Baron and Yachtsman:

Excerpt from:

In West Bay is the wreck of the Sir Thomas J Lipton of Tea Clipper fame. The name plate was gone, but there was no mistaking the rotting remnants of this piece of nautical history. If you are interested, look at the very end of West Bay.

Remains of the Sir Thomas J, Lipton

The Sir Thomas J. Lipton was built at Brunswick, Georgia in 1919 as a lumber carrier in anticipation of a post World War I building boon in Europe which failed to materialize.  She was 209 feet in length with a breadth of 42 feet and was schooner rigged with four masts.  She had a yard for a large Square sail on the foremast. 

By 1924 the lumber trade had vanished and she was laid up at Astoria, Oregon where she remained until 1940 when she was acquired by Island Tug and Barge Co. of Victoria.  She was then converted to carry hog fuel which was used to heat the boilers in pulp mills.  Most of her deck planking was removed and bulkheads at least ten feet high were built all around the opening. 

In 1941 or 1942 she was beached in West Bay (Gambier Island) to keep the log booms from going aground on the shallow beach where her remains now lie.  Her wreckage can be observed at low tide, with her port side uppermost and her bow pointing North.  The words “Island Tug”, which had been painted on the above mentioned bulkheads, could be seen from far out in Howe Sound. (not visible when we camped there)

Another source lists the Sir Thomas J, Lipton, 1358 tons,schooner, 1918, 217405, LPHM. 

Sideways Sally woke the next morning to a loud thump that reverberated up the keel when it hit rock. She jumped out of bed to find Oscar at the stern looking down at the beach below us. It was creeping up fast as the morning breeze blew us toward shore, not out with the receding tide. Oscar and Sally took in some anchor chain to pull us further out but within minutes the falling tide put us at risk of beaching and damaging the rudder. SS could picture OMOO lying beside the Sir Thomas Lipton and have sooo many photos go viral.

She fired up the motor, Oscar hauled anchor and we got the hell outta there just in time. Suzanne came up the companion way wondering what all the commotion was. Her plans to cook a leisurely breakfast kicked into overdrive as we prepared to be underway. Coffee came soon, but not soon enough. The Skipper was very happy his crew was on top of things and no damage to our rudder was done. We kept going out of the bay into the sun and calm seas of Howe Sound.

Our senses were on alert but our hearts were full. Our minds were filled with all we’d learned about West Bay.

The ocean keeps a sailor humble with all the dangers to be aware of and all the things we learn every time we go sailing.

That is just the way we like it. We love the thrill of exploring these magnificent shores with friends we love to spend time with.

This is where we call home, on the ocean in British Columbia.

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G is for GAMBIER!!

Sideways Sally is lagging behind on the Sailing Through the Alphabet. BUT it’s only because we’ve been out adventuring!!

Get set for Gambier which is an amazing island with bays to explore, campgrounds to find and beaches to comb. SS and the work fam got scheming about another weekend get away. The skipper was keen to get across the Salish Sea and take us all aboard. So we did!!

False Creek Fisherman’s Wharf is a fav for us for moorage in Vancouver, with access to Granville Island, public transit, and local characters. OMOO hung out there waiting for the working fam to get to Friday.

Skipper Hershey loves a good chin wag with friends new and old and those days on the dock did not disappoint. From the wharfinger to the local yokels, they all stop by to say hello. Some thought he was taking a month long charter out with all the coming and going of the fam with gear and provisions.

The transient dock was chocker block full and it was a busy time for the fishing boats but we were squeezed in. We love being moored among those working boats to watch them come and go and learn about their fishing life.

The crazy weekend fun started the minute we piled the camping gear onto OMOO. It was obvious no one was going to be uncomfortable.

We had researched Halkett Bay on Gambier, which showed a campground with boat access, only the dock had been destroyed in a storm the year before. Why let a minor detail like that worry us? The campsites in June around the lower mainland can be busy, so we booked a reservation and headed out on OMOO. We didn’t really need that reservation cause we were the only ones around, and we loved it that way.

It was a little past dusk when we got to the bay, found a mooring ball to tie to, got multiple loads of people and gear onto the island and got set up. We were fighting with a dingy motor that was cranky, making SS crankier, but all together we got the teamwork working and camp set up for the night. It was high tide which took us steps away from the THE BEST CAMPSITE. SS abandoned them to their sleeping or not sleeping arrangements and crashed on OMOO.

Saturday was a lazy morning around the campfire cooking and telling stories. Nothing like letting loose and letting our hair down after a hard week’s work. Sure made us hungry bears.

Low tide in the morning revealed all that we had taken the dingy over in the hurried darkness the night before. Time to beachcomb!! Low tide surprises were plentiful, so much sea life. We dug up some clams to cook, watched the oyster catchers enthusiastically darting along the shore, feasting and joyfully immersed ourselves in the sounds and smells of the ocean.

A little more cook-out, some snake wrangling, a fun music/weird t-shirt game (we had so much fun we forgot to take pics) and a thunder and lightning storm later, we piled into the tents and listening to heavenly rain pattering, then pounding down around us. It was perfect!

Low tide and a late start, vs high tide and an early start. The fam voted for low tide… and a long late start. SS walked the dingy out with the tide, the mud flats went a long way out so that meant the gear had to be trucked out and loaded in the dingy. Hershey brought the boat in closer so we didn’t have far to go with the dingy that only cooperated occasionally. Row row row your boat…

Our pack mule named Zach with the longest legs and strongest arms got alot of gear loaded. It was hmmm… shall we say, f***in lucky we had him!! No more glamping is the new rule for wilderness camping. OH my, SS is still laughing.

Thank you thank you thank you for sharing OMOO, Skipper Hershey!! You are bar-none (and nutty) the most generous man around, we love you!!

Have a look at the magic of Halkett Bay.

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Dreamy Days

Landing in Maple Bay in May, what a delight no matter how often!!

Dreamy Days in May is the “D” in Sideways Sally’s sailing through the alphabet.

There’s two types of sailing on OMOO. Long trips with the Skipper and 1st mate north through the Inside Passage to Haida Gwaii, or around Vancouver Island. The other trips and soooooo special and fun is when friends come to visit aboard for local sailing.

The latter adventures came with a sweet spring surprise when the Skipper’s long time friend Ian from New Brunswick and his son Travis landed in for ten days in early May. It was a fantastic reunion with many many stories and good times reminiscing. Both are experienced sailors so the Skipper had lots of help doing the heavy lifting.

SS joined for a weekend of men’s memories and observed the joy and laughter, warming the hearts of all aboard.

The guys had some great sailing days with an abundance of wildlife on the water. What a special treat with promises to return to sail north to see more of the PNW.

The Skipper had a permanent grin from ear to ear for ten days. To have this time with Ian after many years was the BEST way to start the season.

From East Coast to West Coast the friends are making it onto OMOO!!


After the Fun

OMOO’S next stop with be a haul out in spring 2023.

Like any exciting trip there is always the clean up after. As sailors and boat owners we all experience the joy of taking friends and family out on the water for a day, weekend or week.

It always boggles my mind that cases of beer, bottles of wine and spirits can always find their way onto a boat, but the empties never off the boat. I also enjoy scouring the boat after our guests leave to find what they have forgotten. It’s not uncommon to find the extra pair of sunglasses, a beach towel, jacket, shoe or hat. What’s really puzzling are the big ticket items. There’s the telephoto lens of a $10,000 camera, the paddle from a kayak and a wedding ring. Haha, kidding about the wedding ring… that may not have been a mistake.

The most common thing left behind are the repairs. I apologize ahead of time to the Skipper cause this isn’t fun, or funny for him. The last trip of the summer I brought along a gorgeous young friend who stepped onto the boat and caused the crew to get completely distracted.

We wound our way out of a busy harbor, dodging sport fishing boats, a few kayakers and a very large B.C. ferry. The next day after setting sail in 15-20 knots on a broad reach, with gusts up to 25 knots, we were all giddy with adrenaline from blasting across the waves with the sun on our shoulders and the sails full of power.

As the sun sunk, and the wind eased we turned the boat toward a bay to anchor for the night. As everything settled down, the sails were pulled in, the engine started and we put all the loose ends away, we competed for attention from our attractive guest. Then…

THUNK, thunk and thunk again. The crew yelled, “you don’t want to see how big that log is.” The Skipper looked back, to his dismay a 20 foot long log, at least a foot in circumference, bobbed in the wake of the stern. He slowed the boat to check on the bilge, no water was coming in and no apparent damage could be seen. The steering was intact since the boat was keeping course.

Revving the engine up again, we could feel the new vibration of the propellar. Pushing the rpms a little more and the vibration increased. “Damn it!” We had all taken our eyes off the water at exactly the wrong time.

We always make sure somebody is looking ahead for obstacles on the surface of the water. Where we sail in the Pacific Northwest there are always logs floating around, either set free from the beaches at high tide, or from log booms that break loose.

OMOO has a feathering prop, so it’s a tricky fix. Next spring before we head out, the boat will get hauled out, the prop taken off and shipped away to get repaired. The old spare prop will be dug out from under the floor where it’s lived for the last ten years and put on for the summer.

We really were lucky, as those logs can cause so much more damage. A log that size can take the rudder out, or punch a hole in the hull.

The Skipper and crew had some rip roaring sails this summer with taking the sails out fully in some big wind. Now we’re wondering if the new “ish” jib is too big, since the sheets would snap against the front panels of isoglass on the dodger. Later in the season the isoglass was held together with more and more gorilla tape and patched with pieces of hard clear plastic saved from covering our salon table top to protect the wood surface.

Now the dodger is removed and off to be repaired, OMOO is tarped over and covered to protect her from the rain and snow.

The pocket book takes a hit with the repairs and getting the boat ready for next summer is a full time job. Hershey is kept busy, which he loves. When you’re retired and a boat owner, there are no days off!!

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changing light

shadows are longer

wind is stronger

light changes

dramatic and soothing

leaves drifting

across the sea

passing by

like an old familiar feeling

kind trees

sway in the breeze


carpets of color

slowing the pace


A return to HOWE SOUND was the highlight of September sailing. There has never been a time in Howe Sound when we didn’t have wind.

There’s nothing like introducing new people to sailing, we LUV LUV LUV it. My dear friend Yumna’s first time aboard took off from Horseshoe Bay.

Sideways Sally climbed back onboard, ditching the day job for a blissful weekend. We crossed over to anchor in Gambier, dodging ferries and sport fishing boats.

The next day the morning light crept over Gambier, spilling warmth into the cockpit while we devoured breakfast. The sunshine and wind reaching into the anchorage promising great sailing and exploring.

Outside the bay the wind was 15-20knots with gusts up to 25knots. We pulled out the sails, reefed down and set the course for a beam reach. YEEHAW, away she went. OMOO sails so well in these conditions and we were quickly up to 7-8 knots.

Yumna and I kept switching sides to help with tacking and putting our weight on the uphill side. We braced our feet on the cockpit table and felt the power of the wind take us for a ride. Yumna said, “It feels like we’re vertical.” It was a rodeo, with the gusts heeling the boat over, washing the windows, and throwing some loose items around in the cabin. “Nothing broke, it can’t fall off the floor!!”

We were all grinning from ear to ear, but not wanting to scare our new sailor either. I put my arm around her and reassured her that this is what it’s all about, and that we’re safe. The Skipper reminded her there’s this huge heavy keel that keeps us upright and pointed out how the boat “rounds up” when the wind spills out of the sails and she straightens up until the next gust.

Howe Sound has numerous islands so we knew the thrill would be over when we got in the lee of Bowen Island. All the marinas in Howe Sound were chockablock full for the Sept long weekend. We all agreed it would be prudent to get to Keats Island and anchor in Plumper Cove before it filled up as well.

After setting the anchor, we dingied into shore. The crew went hiking and SS went pleasantly beach combing and enjoying some “alone time,” savouring the sun and the sand.

After returning to OMOO, the anchorage got very dark and quiet, with some rain starting to splatter on the topsides shortly after we were done cooking dinner on the BBQ.

Out came the bluetooth and the tunes. Our favorite game is playing music, taking turns on suggesting songs and making an extremely eclectic play list. What a peaceful way to end our day.

Howe Sound welcomes us back every year, the wind and warmth are pure joy for sailors old and new.

See you in the spring, you perfectly beautiful treasure.

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The Awesome Alli

Alli set foot on OMOO for the first time, taking a leap of faith with sailors she did not know. As the saying goes, “any friend of yours is a friend of ours.” Janaye, thanks for bringing Alli into our sailing life!!

A fun background story: Sideways Sally used to babysit Alli’s Mom, Tracey, along with Janaye’s Mom. Also, in 2020, both Moms and SS went on an adventure together to Cozumel, Mexico, where we all babysat each other!! So the connections run WAY, WAY back… so fun!! SS gets a BIG KICK out of this story.

Alli came to life when she was on the wheel on Day 2. We had wind on the nose at 15-20knots. We showed the girls how to reef down and point the boat into the wind. This required several tacks to get past the narrow channel between Galiano Island and Secretary, then Wallace Islands and into Trincomali Channel. By the third or fourth tack Alli was nailing it!!

It was a celebration on board to have both girls take to sailing with ease.

The wonderful week we had with these young ladies will never be forgotten and we can’t wait to have them back. OMOO will remember your late night giggles forever!!

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The Amazing Janaye

Janaye is Sideways Sally’s great niece.

There is no bigger thrill for the Skipper and 1st Mate than having new crew learn the ropes on OMOO. Janaye and her Mom Jackie visited in 2018 and got acquainted with being on the water. At the time Janaye was 10. She took to the sailboat like a natural and before her short visit was over she was asking tons of questions and soaking up information like a sponge. She started reminding us of all the safety steps to the routine on the boat as we docked for her departure. We will never forget those early days.

What happens if we’re at anchor during the night and there is a hole in the boat? What happens if there’s a big wind and we tip over? If there’s 50feet of water and a 10foot tide how do we know how much chain to put down? Where does our poo go when we pump the toilet? ON and ON it went. It was awesome!!

She was amazing then, and she is amazing now. Four years later she returned to OMOO for a week, bringing sunshine and wind with her from Manitoba, along with her best friend! The trip for both girls were birthday gifts in 2020, delayed due to the pandemic. In 2022 it happened.

The boat was full of youth and exuberance. Janaye and Alli had taken their PCOC (Pleasure Craft Operator’s Certificate) in anticipation of taking the wheel and getting into the wind. Chase some wind we did!!

We got started in Nanaimo where OMOO and crew met us getting off the ferry. The girls were surprised and intrigued to meet Paul, our imported crew from Britain. They fell in love with his accent and he entertained them with no end to his antics. At first they required some translation to understand him but once they got used to him they got along just fine.

The first trick he pulled out of his hat was a quick dive into the water after he flipped his sunglasses over the side by accident. We were all sitting in the cockpit chatting and laughing, telling tall tails and sailor stories. It all happened so fast, he turned and slithered between the life lines and was over the gunnel in a flash. It was like he rehearsed it all. Then slithered back onto the dock like a slimy lizard and back into the boat.

Everyone was in stitches, except Paul. He lost a 65dollar or pound (we’re never quite sure which currency he talks in) pocket knife to save his 35dollar or pound glasses.

Then next day we timed the slack at Dodd Narrows and went off into the wind which was steady at SE10-12 knots. We had full sail out, tacking back and forth toward Thetis Island.

It’s a total mystery how one transplant from the prairies brings other transplants, plunks them on a sailboat and viola, they stick like gorilla tape!! (that’s an inside joke for OMOO crew)

Janaye was on the wheel all day and it was like she’d never left the boat. She picked right up where she’d left off and was handling the wheel like a pro. The whole crew was cheering her on, and she was in her element. We had such a good time watching her blossom as a young sailor.

Whether she was on the wheel, trimming the sails, playing chess, dancing below or jamming on the bus, she was great!

We love you Janaye and we’re so happy you came back.

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Canada Day – Shoal Bay – Green Point Rapids – Port Neville.

Sideways Sally always finds a way to get back to OMOO and the Canada Day weekend turned into quite a thrill for ocean and air travel.

We got off Johnstone Strait between West and East Thurlow, past Blind Bay. We could not continue in the direction of our destination due to Green Point rapids which requires timing for slack water. We were happy to turn right to Shoal Bay.

The quaint cottages of Shoal Bay welcome guests who fly in and out. The government dock has been maintained since it’s past days as a cannery.

According to Wikipedia: Shoal Bay was a cannery town in the Discovery Islands region of the South Coast of British Columbia in Canada, located on the northeast side of East Thurlow Island, at the bay of the same name. Once the largest town on the western coast of Canada, Shoal Bay was a hub for mining and forestry.

After anchoring in our usual spot, Paul and I lowered the dingy and made our way to the dock. We walked up to the grounds to say Hi to Mark, who came to this amazing spot 20+ years ago on a vacation, and never left.

The cottage that normally hosts happy hour looked too quiet. There were no flower pots hanging out for the humming birds. We found Mark, he was busy firing up the pizza oven in his outdoor kitchen.

We found out he’s been struggling to find insurance for his service of happy hour drinks and food, which now is BYOB only. Such interference in small businesses is sad to see, as it is so vital to have places like this for the tourism industry.

These remote marinas are just quietly existing, counting on the few summer months to make enough to sustain them for the whole year. It is not for the faint of heart.

We walked up to the garden, which was lush with herbs, flowers, vegetable beds and a bench to nap on!

On return from a hike up the hill, Paul found me sitting with the group that were sipping refreshments and chatting up a storm. There were pizzas baking in the oven, and Mark was attending to guests from the cottages.

This place was created from a dream of what could happen in a small bay surrounded by majestic mountains and wildlife. Mark, Cynthia and Tulip, their beautiful dog, have chosen to share this experience with visitors travelling by boat or by air. OMOO and crew stop here frequently and kudos to Mark for continuing to make this stop available.

Video of a beautiful evening and the departure of guests via Coral Air.

A picture perfect evening before our departure the next morning to catch the slack tide through Green Point Rapids and onto the next stop.

On to Green Point Rapids and Johnstone Strait. Again, wind on the nose made for a slog so Port Neville it was for the night. A few hours later we made another right turn into the sheltered 13 kilometer long inlet.

The head of the inlet is inhabited by Port Neville Indian Reserve No. 4, or Port Neville 4, which is located at the upper end of the port, to the south of Fulmore Lake at 50°34′00″N 125°56′00″W[3] It is 14.9 ha. in size and is under the governance of the Tlowitsis Tribe band government of the Kwakwaka’wakw peoples.

We spent a lovely evening nestled in a protected cove in Port Neville. The NW wind was howling on Johnstone Strait and we could hear it high over the mast but no wave action could reach our anchorage.

The cove was also home to a bright read cottage, a McGregor sailboat and a skiff tied to a dock, all grounded at low tide when we arrived. I could see through the binoculars that there were green houses and sheds surrounded by gardens.

There was a camper parked not far from the dock which looked like it sat on large logs. Unbeknownst to us, since we had not anchored in this particular spot before, there lives a homestead under the umbrella of “Agrarians Foundation” in partnership with “Organic Alberta.”

I was fascinated to find this website describing this organization and delighted to read about this piece of paradise and what is happening close to where we were anchored.

According to their website: The long term vision for the land: To develop a self-sustaining homestead which could support two families. This could include agroforestry, sustainable wood-lotting, wild harvest of non-timber forestry resources, development of a food forest, orcharding, vegetable gardening, and small scale livestock husbandry.

What a fascinating discovery of more people living their dreams in Port Neville!! We are often drawn to Port Neville for the break from Johnstone Strait and have mostly observed heavily forested hillsides, sparsely inhabited sites, and a commercial oyster bed.

Who knew we would discover the homestead. What a pleasant surprise!! This is exactly what the Skipper and Sideways Sally love the most. Explore, explore, explore. The gypsy in us never tires of these wonderful experiences, and we get so much joy taking people along.

Paul offered to cook on this Canada Day, so the Skipper and I relaxed in the cockpit, chatting and discussing the plans for the next day. OMOO rarely sets a firm destination so she can use the wind on any given day.

However, on this trip, we had to reach a spot where air travel allowed me to get back to Vancouver for work. We’ve learned this is possible from most marinas anywhere on the West Coast.

The small floatplanes that service the northern areas are vital to the remote communities that rely on them for passenger service, mail runs, groceries, and anything needed.

Sideways Sally looked for air travel to the Broughtons and discovered a way to get back to the airport at Port Hardy. She was in for another big treat and she didn’t even know it!!

Chicken kiev and shenanigans were served up by these guys. Hershey never fails to entertain. He’s just so damn happy to be out there doing what he loves.

After leaving Port Neville we had to brave Johnstone Strait long enough to get into the next passage to the “back road” leading to Lagoon Cove.


OMOO and Crew – June, 2022

The adventures of OMOO continue! Hershey and crew, Paul from Britain are wandering in the Broughton Archipelago. They are having a time in true East Coast and OMOO fashion, making friends along the way!!

Paul came to Canada in May to crew on Hermitage and OMOO. He’s been a welcome asset with loads of energy and sailing knowledge. He’s been crewing full-time on boats all over the world since 2017. His home is the ocean and he considers himself “a citizen of the earth.” He’s conscientious about nature and respectful to those onboard at all times. What a bonus to find him!

He found a brother on the docks in Campbell River. They had a great chat about life and compared notes on how they lost their leg(s). Bullshit was called on the stories about the shark bite and the crocodile fight pretty early in the convo.

The return of the humpback whales is dramatic, and hardly a day goes that they don’t see one.

Photo by Paul, on a day they didn’t have wind, they floated and watched the whales.

“More than 500 humpbacks have been documented and cataloged in the Salish Sea, according to the Pacific Whale Watch Association.”

June Early morning flight to Campbell River – 45 minutes.

Meeting OMOO and crew at the Fuel Dock – 20 minutes.

Provisioning in Campbell River – 2 hours.

Campbell River to Seymour Narrows – 1 hour.

Discovery Passage to Turn Point – 2 hours.

Snaughty Johnstone Strait to Shoal Bay – 4 hours.

An update yesterday, July 9th, that Hershey and Paul had traversed Dent and Yuculta Rapids on their way south to prepare for new crew arriving in August.

Up next, Canada Day on OMOO….


Sitting in the Cockpit

There’s nothing like sitting in the cockpit watching the world go by. Mother Nature provides the backdrop for the marina as it plays an orchestra of sounds.

Halyards tinkling in the breeze, docks creaking as they ride the tide. The shrill of the kingfisher diving for breakfast in a flash of feathers. A raucous screech of the heron as it glides downward to the shore at low tide. The chirp of young eagles, answered by the long trilling call from the parents is like a well timed chime, ringing the dinner bell.

Bald eagles return to the Pacific Northwest in spring.

Raindrops pelting on the bimini while the wind builds and mooring lines tighten. Flags stiffen and flap. Otters scuffle and plop, scurrying along in their hunt for food and a special spot to poop. The soft swoosh of a seal surfacing, blowing bubbles and taking a breath.

The docks comes to life with people going to and from their boats with wheelbarrows stacked precariously. Boat cushions, life jackets and beer.

Children skipping excitedly, squealing with delight when peering into the shadows under the dock, spotting a purple starfish clinging to a piling, anemones swaying in the current, or a herring ball dazzling in the shadow of a boat.

The best part is, in any weather, friends pop in to say hello.

Hershey and Vic, our friendly and amazing boat neighbor. We love long chats in the cockpit.