Tuesday morning, 6:30AM. Mark and I are wandering along Bowman Beach. The water is still, the tide is low, there's an island just off shore. In a few minutes we could be out by the rocks and then off around the corner poking into various coves. If we had boats, and if we had a way to transport them and all their associated gear.
There should be a word for that longing that comes when you see tempting water, but don’t have the gear to take advantage of it. Whatever that word is, I had it in spades, and it only grows as I see other vehicles tooling along with kayaks in their racks.
We might not go to that island, Deception Island. To the east, down a mile or two is Deception Pass, whose currents can run to 7 knots. If we were here long enough, we could watch kayaks play in those currents. We went to visit San Juan Island on Monday, today we could visit another island, even take our car over. The ferries here seem pretty stress free and relatively inexpensive. I’m sure that’s not the case on holiday weekends, but it’s what we found in September.
And in truth, with some effort and work, we could probably find someone who’d rent us boats, deliver them here and let us use them, or guide us on these waters. Every day we’re torn between exploring an area by kayak, driving along seeing waters we wish we could paddle, just staying in one place and watching Puget Sound change throughout the day and (gasp!) non-kayaking adventures.
|Picnic dinner overlooking Anacortes|
And that in a nutshell is our week in Washington. I've posted the paddling adventures, other stories may come later. But right now, we'll concentrate on Maine.