My attempt at interior decorating - a few wild daisies and a smal twig of salal
And another on the center reef..., but lots of help to pull him off.
That's my identifyer...
Indefatigable children rowing around all day. Only when they turn into grown men arises the perceived need to propel one of those with several horsepower outboard engines.
Mango, the dog, in his fibreglass dinghy with friends and family.
There you go - the official title.
Kayakers preparing their swift craft for departure.
Cedar fence along south beach
Canine swimmer
Human swimmers
And another on centre reef, with Noah at the helm. And like, Noah, he finished up high on he mountain when the waters fell. Except this one did not send out any pidgeons to scout the place first.
After a few days of uneventful park hosting, things are starting to liven up a bit.
In a time span of one hour this very morning, one boat found itself anchored with 10 cm of room to spare under the keel - and the tide still falling.
Another boat, Galatea, skippered by someone looking like the twin brother to Noah, found itself straddling a reef - and the tide still falling.
A dinghy loaded with two hikers lost engine power (and carried no oars) half way across the cove, and luckily drifted into the swim ladder of another boat. Problem: a safety switch in the wrong position proved to be the easily fixed culprit in that case. New oars are on the shopping list for that one.
Another dinghy motored over to my park host dock, and the occupants advised me the 'someone had taken the toilet seat and lid' of one of the park outhouses.
The tide still falling - and it is cold outside....
Yesterday, another monster yacht aptly called Private Reserve, and looking like an expansive Private Resort flying the US flag, inched through the cove at sundown looking for a suitable place to park that giant limousine. All hand aboard, three handsomely attired men, manned the towering pulpit, remote steering control and anchor control in hand. A few anchoring attempts later, with the background music of expensive intermittend growls of powerful engines, they dropped the hook over a submerged rocky flat ledge. Well, at this time the tide was high, but.....come morning depth would drop by about ten feet, the ledge would no longer be submerged, but propping the yacht up quite nicely. Their dinghy (which would have been handy for scoping things out) was neatly packed away under a mountain of protectrive canvas, way up on the fourth floor of the vessel somewhere.
Anyway, David had to go visit Goliath....I untied my little dinghy, all 8 feet of old hypalon rubber and a couple of plastic oars, and rowed 'powerfully' to the other end of the cove where Private Reserve swung to her anchor. During my journey across the bay I passed the already anchored boats, from which I got a few questions and comments such as: 'Are you going to tell them they are sitting on a reef? We are looking forward to low tide entertainment...'etc etc.
I arrived at the plastic cliff rising above me, and called out to the skipper. George - he introduced himself. Pleasantries and welcome exchanged; he was here for the second time.
I pointed out the 'hidden surprise' to him, as well as the expected drop in water-level, and felt like a presumptious busybody, telling the captain of THIS magnificient vessel a couple of the few bits of local knowledge at my disposal. He graciously listened, was going to 'swing the boat around on it's anchor' to verify adequate depth during high tide' and 'and said he planned to leave at 08:00' - before things got messy.
I rowed my little toy all the way back across the cove (mercifully flat as a mirror and easy to row over) to my far end of the cove, which yielded another bunch of comments: are they going to stay there? When is low tide so we can watch the action....etc etc.
Well, he left at 06:00 the next morning - things must have gotten messier a couple of hours earlier than planned.
We had Mango the giant Labrador/Newfoundland dog in the cove....he had his own fibreglass dinghy, as the inflatable used by the kids, would have deflated pretty quick under the onslaught of his cougar sized claws.
During the day, the water seemed pleasantly warm enough, judging by the four legged and two legged swimmers paddling around.
I made a consession to interior decorating on Millennium Dragon, and gathered a few daisies and some salal to grace a little vase, which is suspended from the lower portion of the mast inside the cabin.
Well, off to work....
