My bare feet were covered in sand as I trudged along the beach when I heard the telltale shriek of an eagle. I am used to that sound along the Nooksack River at home but not here. Instantly I picked my head up, looking around trying to spot it in the tall pines. Then I turned a different direction and squinting towards the waves. There is where I spotted it. Just out of reach of the waves. I used to run these shores and now I walk them with my camera in hand and so quickly brought up my camera to photograph this unusual sight. Every morning, I walked the shore with camera in hand and was rewarded with another encounter of eagles, not just the one, but two along the beach. Slowly, I edged my feet into the small fast flowing creek that cut across the beach, holding my camera high above the water as it crept higher and higher, and covering my knees. Hoping it wouldn't get any deeper, the cold water swirled around my legs, I kept crossing, switching my view between the eagles and the creek bed. I walked at a diagonal towards the pair of eagles. Stopping to photograph them, hoping that I could get closer and not scare them into flight. The combination of morning mist, predawn colors of the sky, rolling surf upon the beach, haystack rock and eagles became almost magical.
An Adventure: Sailing to Cypress and Lopez Islands Part 2
By Leslie Parks - Friday, July 28, 2023
Day two of our four-day trip, we rose early because that is what happens when camping. Sleeping in a boat, being pummeled by waves, knocking against the buoy all night counts as camping. The sun while shining beautifully, was calling up the fog from the water. Quickly, we readied the boat, released the mooring lines and puttered out of the cove. The fog at our back, chasing us as we sailed west towards Obstruction Pass. The wind died and the fog rolled closer. We started the engine, which we would need to do to go through the pass anyway and slowly motored away just barely faster than the fog. Rounding the bend, we came out into the middle of East Sound. Islands surrounding us on all sides. Ferries running from island to island. I felt as if I was in another country. It did not feel like our back yard. We were barely 30 miles from home yet felt as if we had crossed borders. While we have lived here for twenty-two years, we had not explored the San Juan Islands and the Salish Sea. Oh, we did a couple of things such as camp on Cypress Island and Lummi Island. We sailed with friends on their sailboat to Sucia Island and hiked. We took the ferry to Lopez Island and rode our bikes and did the same on Lummi Island as well as hiked on Lummi. But it isn't the same as taking your own boat out and sailing around the islands. There is something magical about raising anchor, unfurling the sails and letting the wind take you. Earlier I had taken a weeklong sailing class for women, and we did just that, sailed the Salish Sea. I just couldn't believe that I had been missing this. After that trip I couldn't stop talking about it. So here we are seeing East Sound together and it was just as magical as the first time. We raised our sails, cut the motor, said goodbye to the fog that ended at the entrance to Obstruction Pass and let the wind take us. Our original goal was Friday Harbor but decided on Fisherman's Harbor on Lopez Island instead. Slowly rounding Upright Channel we sailed along the west side of Lopez until we came to the entrance to Fisherman's Bay. There were rocks and shallows along the entrance which made it a bit tricky. The skeleton of an old fishing boat complete with an eagle on the lookout greeted us. We slowly maneuvered our way. I reached for the radio to call ahead. I could hear but for some reason, it appeared to us that we were not transmitting. I called again but nothing. Thankful for our cell phones, I called the main Marina, but they were full for the night, so we motored deeper into the bay, calling the Islander Lodge to see if they had a spot for us. We found the dock they gave us, hooking our mooring lines to the cleats and proceeded to the boat house to pay for our night. Unfortunately we didn't take our dock extention cord so we were without power. They had showers, coin operated, but quite lovely.
An Adventure: Sailing to Cypress and Lopez Islands
By Leslie Parks - Friday, July 28, 2023
The metal gate slammed behind me as I made my rumbly way down the metal plank to the the floating dock pulling my cart full of provisions. The morning had a chill in the air even though it was mid summer. The seagulls were just waking and starting their morning calls, the boats rocked gently in their slips. Small ripples on the water formed with the rising breeze of the day. The harbor usually busy was quiet, peaceful, still asleep. Flags fluttered from shrouds and the steam from a plant gently rose and began the slide sideways across the sky. We hauled the provisions aboard and little nooks and crannies were stuffed for the next three days. The fruit hammock cradled apples and oranges for snacks. The cold storage was piled with sausage rolls, quiches and lunch makings. Bedding was placed behind the settees while the engine compartment was inspected for leaks. The covers to the sail, winches and binnacle were removed and placed in a drawer. Tobin the dinghy was tightly attached with his bright yellow painter to the stern. We slipped on our life vests, and placed cushions in the cockpit. Flipping up the cover, I turned on the key and pushed the start button. The put put of the the engine filled the marina with noise. Slowly we eased backwards out of our slip, letting loose the dock lines and turned into the lane that would lead us out to the bay. Around the safety of the headwall we motored into the wind to raise the sails and quiet the obnoxious engine. With the engine off, I started to notice all the other sounds that were present. The wind against the canvas of the sails, the waves lapping against the boat, groans and creaks in the cabin, a distant plane overhead, the train along the tracks coming to a road, the ducks flapping past the boat. All of these sounds had been drowned out by the engine but had a voice I could now hear. Taking our bearings we trimmed our sails preparing for the crossing. We weren't going far, just thirteen miles that day. Yet traveling by wind and current takes a patience and concentration that other forms just can't quite compare. At the helm, I scanned the horizon for other boats, crab pot buoys, and flotsam. As we moved along, sometimes at 2 knots and sometimes at 5 knots. I glanced at our wind vane and then at the horizon to keep my heading. Occasionally a dolphin would arch out along side of the boat and disappear among the waves. Seals poked their nose out and when caught they ducked quickly back in the water only the reappear their curiosity getting the better of them. Slowly we sailed along the coast being pasted by fishermen in their boats, sometimes passing kayakers who were leisurely dipping their paddles into the salty water. The Alaska Ferry crossed our path and we waved wishing them safe journey to the land up north. The sun rose higher in the sky and we switched from coffee to cool water and lemonade or pop. Sausage rolls and apples were eaten in the cockpit at lunch and we sailed on. Switching tack, we pulled lines so that our genoa and our main sail were now on our starboard side. Our local volcano gradually disappeared behind a foothill as we sailed south, still the wind gently filled the sails and carried us onward. Past an island, the current started to swirl kicking up sea mist as it changed direction and pulled and pushed us deeper into the channel. Steadily the boat bobbed along and the only real movement was changing tack. Releasing the jib sheet with one hand while turning the wheel with other and timing it while my husband pulled in the opposite sheet to make our turns we zig zagged our way along our course. On the horizon both forward and back, sails had been unfurled and were making their own course to destinations unknown. Past another outcropping of rock our destination came in view and changing course again we prepared to take down the sails and motor in for a closer look wanting and hoping to catch a mooring ball for the evening. First the genoa needed to be furled and then heading back into the wind we dropped our main sail. Tidying lines, preparing the book hook we called out distances and readings on our depth finder. Too shallow, the tide was going out. We maneuvered around, deciding to push on to another cove hoping for better luck. A slow journey means that space may not be available and plans need to change spontaneously. Plan B or even C must be thought out and discussed. Sometimes plans need to be scrapped altogether but that is the beauty of slow travel. It's time to think, to dream, to be present. There is time to talk, to debrief, to share. Perhaps RiverRat said it best when he declared to Mole, "There's nothing better than messing around in boats." I must agree.
Once our boat was safely attached to the mooring ball at Pelican Beach, we climbed into our little dinghy and rowed to shore. We found the fern lined trail leading uphill towards the cliffs. Broadleaf Stonecrop and flowering foamflowers also made their appearances along the trail. One thing about hiking the island trails, you pretty much only meet a few people, and everyone has arrived by boat. There are all kinds of boaters, weekend boaters, liveaboard vagabonds, and once in a lifetime charters. The last bit of the trail was steeper but not overly so and we popped out of the woods onto a bare cliff top overlooking Fisherman's Cove and Obstruction and Peavine Pass. Though the cliffs are named for the eagles that soar here, vultures do as well and we saw a flock of them. The scene from the Jungle Book entered my head and I could almost hear them say, "What do you want to do? I don't know, what do you want to do? Oh, don't start that again." We stayed until the air became a bit chilly, chatting with the other boaters that made the trek as well. Back to our little floating hillbilly home, we settled in for dinner and an early night. I was exhausted, not being used to the six hours of sailing and a hike.
We could see the outline of the distant islands, and the endless expanse of the sea, its surface shimmering in the light.
In awe and excitement, we stood there for a moment, taking in the beauty of our surroundings. As the last rays of sunlight turned the sky shades of purple and faded, we began our descent back down to the beach, exhilarated by the experience and already planning our next adventure.
The warm salt air whipped through my hair as I gazed out at the never-ending expanse of the deep blue sea. The sun shone down on us, illuminating the undulating waves as they lapped against the hull of the boat. We sailed on, the wind filling our sails and propelling us forward.
As we settled into our spots in the cockpit, our captain regaled us with tales of sailing and the wonders of the ocean. Suddenly, he spotted something in the distance – a smooth trail of blue, a tell-tale sign of a majestic creature. We tacked back and forth, scanning the horizon for any signs of movement.
And then, in the distance, we saw it - a massive blue or fin whale, its sleek body blending perfectly with the deep blue of the water. As it crested and dove, we watched in amazement, marveling at the grace and power of this gentle giant. We tried to keep up, tacking and jibing in an attempt to follow the whale's path.
Each time we thought we had lost sight of it, it would surface again, spouting water from its blowhole and then disappearing beneath the waves once more. It was a game of cat and mouse, with the whale always staying one step ahead of us.
As we turned back towards our course, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and relaxation wash over me. This was what sailing was all about - taking the time to slow down, soak in the beauty of the ocean, and let our journey unfold naturally.
There was something truly liberating about being out on the water with no real time schedule, no deadlines to meet or appointments to keep. We were free to explore, discover, and experience things spontaneously, just like we had with the blue or fin whale.
As we set sail for our original destination, I found myself eagerly anticipating whatever the ocean had in store for us next. Perhaps we would spot a pod of dolphins playing in the waves or catch sight of a school of brightly colored fish darting beneath the surface.
Whatever the future held, I knew that we were in good hands with our skilled captain and that the journey itself would be just as rewarding as the destination. With the wind at our backs and the endless expanse of the ocean before us, I felt a sense of peace and contentment settle over me. This was the beauty of sailing - a chance to disconnect from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and truly connect with the natural world around us.
Today has been an incredible day filled with adventure and wonder. We started our morning at the marina, where we met up with our crew and set out to explore the beautiful sea. Our captain for the week, Iker, was enthusiastic and passionate about sailing, which was contagious and made us all excited to embark on this journey.
We spent the morning getting to know our boat, a 45 ft sailing vessel, and learning about all of its nooks and crannies. We stowed away provisions, all the while being assessed by our captain for our ability to listen, take instructions, and work together. Once we were ready, we departed from the marina and headed out to sea.
As we sailed along the coastline, we were treated to an amazing display of nature. We spotted a small humpback whale and were able to follow it along with a larger whale as they jumped and played in the water. I took out my camera and spent an hour capturing the beautiful sight.
Eventually, it was time for us to learn how to sail and make our way to our destination. We had a bit of trouble with our bearings, but our captain skillfully guided us to our anchorage for the night, a secluded cove called Caleta Lobos.
As we settled in for the night, we were treated to the peaceful sound of waves lapping against the hull and the company of pelicans fishing in our anchor light. It was a magical end to a truly amazing day.
I can hardly believe that all of this happened in just one day. It has been an unforgettable experience that I will treasure for a lifetime.