Fisherman’s Cove, Lopez Island, July 11
With no real distance to travel, we had a lazy morning enjoying the early quiet in the cockpit of our boat. A kneeling canoer, rowed by and struck up a conversation about our boat. Boaters can be very friendly, and you know Chris; always interested in a conversation with someone new. Turns out the rower was a middle school science teacher and ranger from Seattle. Well you can imagine the exchange of teaching ideas, stories of experiments gone wrong and even the status of teachers in our society and the recent need for teachers to strike at his school for appropriate pay and conditions. We exchanged contact information and hope to see him again.
With no real distance to travel, we had a lazy morning enjoying the early quiet in the cockpit of our boat. A kneeling canoer, rowed by and struck up a conversation about our boat. Boaters can be very friendly, and you know Chris; always interested in a conversation with someone new. Turns out the rower was a middle school science teacher and ranger from Seattle. Well you can imagine the exchange of teaching ideas, stories of experiments gone wrong and even the status of teachers in our society and the recent need for teachers to strike at his school for appropriate pay and conditions. We exchanged contact information and hope to see him again.
Later in the morning we headed for the Lopez Island Marina for a slip for the night. The marina has a lovely patio overlooking the bay and I was hoping to have a meal on the patio overlooking the water, but it was too cold. Instead, we settled for wonderful clam chowder in the bar watching a bit of TV for the first time in weeks.
Laundry again, showers and then to bed. The next morning we would cross Rosario Straits again and head for Anacortes to store the boat for the trip back east for Nick’s wedding.