Wallace Island Automobile Club
Dock dogs and their owners
A very unusual moment - not a single boat at the public dock, at least for about 15 minutes. Everyone had left, and for a few rare moments, Millennium Dragon was the only boat in the entire Cove.
The main population, and almost the only one, is made up of abundant raccoon families. If they are not scrounging the shorelines for clams, crabs and other 'organic' food, they are brazenly invading the boat dock. They are so daring, that they even climb on any boat that has anything remotely edible either in the cockpit or the cabin below. The whole bunch climbs in, and sits down to lunch. During the night, it is strictly batten down the hatches. That is the only way to get a good nights sleep. These critters have learned how to enter hatches, zippered enclosures etc, and even have been known to join sleeping kids in their sleeping bags. A few droppings and growls later, boaters have learned to lock everything. Raccoons now just climb on the boats, leave behind their tiny muddy footprints and leave again, all the time chattering and purring to each other.
Sunset in Princess Cove on Wallace Island
Sunset in Conover Cove on Wallace Island
Panther Point on Wallace Island. Just about here, a ship called 'Panther' ran aground on the hidden reefs a few decades ago. Nothing left of the wreck, except the name of the Point.
The Coast Guard, visiting in tiny Conover Cove.
It was so hot, that boaters enjoyed a few dips in the waters of the Cove - about 61-65 Celsius.
As there is no texting and no i-pods, kids think of other endeavours. This girl constructed a rather comfortable raft with umbrella, Canadian flag, easy chair, snacks and her dog for company. She spent three hours constructing it (with dad's help) and two days enjoying her endless cruises in the cove.
Cruisers auxiliary engine mounted on the stern of this powerboat. One hopes, that no unexpected salty wave over the stern gives this little scooter a fatal dunking.
Pedal Power on the stern of this boat from Bellingham, Washington.
Master architect and contractor of a tree house, somewhere in the woods around the cove. He worked - together with every other kid in the Cove - for hours, gathering driftwood and hammering away, so much, that one wished for union interference. No quitting time at 5 pm for this crew, they laboured until the sun set, their stomachs started to growl and a healthy appetite drove them back 'home'.
Cruising with kids creates quite a bit of colourful laundry...
