Making Tracks

After several days in Seattle where we made many exceptions to our diet (pastries and lattes and burgers, oh my!), we decided to take advantage of the dry weather today to walk around Blake Island, literally.  It is 4 miles to walk the perimeter.

We had rather heavy rain for many hours yesterday, so the ground was pretty squishy.  We saw lots of deer tracks.

The beach revealed a variety of creatures passing by.....

Gulls?  Ducks?  Geese?

Ours were the only human tracks we saw.

Raccoon

We saw some other cool stuff too.  We walked for probably a couple of miles on the beach, nearly half way around the island...

Clam shells on waves of sand

beach grass

Al wondered why there were pine needles sticking up from the sand, but a closer look revealed they were rooted.  NOT pine needles, but we don't know what.

killdeer

Al dubbed this 'Barnacle Beach'

Just above the beach, there was a sedimentary stone shelf.  Here, a small  waterfall was trickling.

Aren't they cute?  I started picking them up, collecting 7 to send to the grandkids, when Al say's 'There's an animal in that one -- it's alive!'  Ha, I dropped it immediately.  Well, I couldn't bear to kill something, even for my grandkids, so I settled for a picture.  I thought they were periwinkles, but my book does not say periwinkles are orange.  We saw white ones and brown ones also.  Maybe dogwinkles?  But the book doesn't say they are orange either.  

Back to Blake

Weather was predicted to pick up at 7 AM, and get nasty at 10 AM.  So we decided to 'get up and get going' as soon as we awoke, and it worked!  We were out of the marina before 7:00 and we even had coffee in hand, though I used the wide-bottomed, non-skid cup rather than my usual one.

Our timing was great!  We scooted across Elliot Bay as quickly as we could, keeping out of the way of ferries arriving and departing.  Two tugs also met a container ship and were bringing it in to port.  As we rounded Alki Point, a cargo ship was in the northbound traffic lane.  We passed behind him and barely noticed his wake.

We had expected a much rougher crossing.  We arrived at Blake Island at 8:30, and I set up to make breakfast -- no earlier OR later than we normally eat.

The rain arrived in early afternoon, but the wind only reached 20 knots at any time.  Points north registered much higher, and there is still a gale warning in effect for those areas today.  We are pretty calm and quiet today.

Can I bore you with more bird pictures?

Sorry this is so dark, but he WAS fishing at night, one of our last nights at Bell Harbor Marina in Seattle.  And he was very intent.  He didn't shy away when I opened the cabin door, OR use the flash! (which didn't improve the photo at all)  He was very successful, I saw him catch at least 5 fish.  I love that fringe on his chest.

This guy perched in this tree for a couple of hours, during the heaviest rain , yesterday afternoon.

This morning, he shared breakfast with his love in the same  spot.

Goldeneye

I think I inherited an interest in bird watching from my mom.  And it is encouraged by my older brother.  Mom is 86 now, and still fills numerous feeders to encourage birds to her window.  (I think Mom gets as much entertainment from the cat watching these birds too.)

While on our Snake River trip over a year ago now, we were wishing for a bird / wildlife / plant  identification book.  So on a final trip to Powell's Books in Portland, we picked up National Audubon Society Field Guide to the Pacific Northwest.  We thought it would offer a good overview and be what we were looking for.

However, over the past year, we found we were mainly using it for bird identifications, and it just wasn't very complete.  So last fall, on recommendation from fellow cruisers we met in Friday Harbor, we purchased The Sibley Field Guide to Birds of Western North America.  I am appreciating this book more with use.  Though the Audubon book had beautiful photos, often it was only one view of a bird.  The Sibley book has numerous color drawings of both male and female, juvenile, and often different postures, or birds in flight.

Still, many of the birds we have seen have been camera shy.  I like to photograph the birds, zoomed in as much as possible, and compare to what I see in the books.

Today in Seattle, there is a small flock of diving ducks.  They know exactly where I am, and continually move away from me. If you look through ALL of the photos I have taken since 2001 when we began using Picasa, you will see LOTS of pictures of bird butts. The secret of photography, especially since digital came along, is take LOTS of pictures and hope for a good one.

The best of six shots

Mainly because I knew scaup were black and white, this was my first guess as to what these ducks were.  But definitely not after consulting the book.  Scaup have no cheek patches.  Seeing that their eyes are a bright yellow, and knowing there is a breed called Goldeneye, I turn to that page.  Bingo!  But there's a Common Goldeneye and a Barrow's Goldeneye listed.  By comparing my photo to the drawings in the book, I determine these are Barrow's Goldeneye, due to the cheek patch of the male being a crescent rather than round, and the bill of the female on the left being mostly yellow.

Yay!  I feel like I am getting better at this.  Key for me is getting a photo, so I don't have to rely on memory.  I am still wishing I could have gotten closer and better shots of the ducks I saw on Oct. 31.   http://mvvikingstar.blogspot.com/2011/10/more-bird-watching.html
But I am still convinced they were Canvasbacks.

“Man Overboard” vs. ”Oh Shit, She is in the Water!”

Anyone who lives and/or works on the water much has had opportunities to fish someone out of the drink.  Today we came to #4.  This case was typical, someone lost their balance while undocking and slipped in.  It has been my observation that the last (or 1st) 5’ of any cruise is the riskiest when it comes to slipping in.  And it has been this pulling to the dock or pulling away from the dock events that has provided each of our opportunity to assist someone who slipped in.  It is also why Kristi and I tend to ALWAYS wear our inflatable life jackets, even when coming in during calm water to a protected moorage, and even with Viking Stars nice high rails.  It is that 5’ gap that will get ya.

And don’t even ask what happens to the poor soul who makes the Cardinal Mistake of ‘Jumping’ from my boat!  (Right Red?)

Today turned out fine.  The person quickly grabbed a hold of the dock while the one left on the boat was able to secure it a few feet away.  With two of us helping we easily assisted the person out of the water.  He was unhurt, change into dry cloths, and all was well.

Which brings me to the Title of this post.

The 1st time I had an opportunity to see someone slip into the water I yelled out ‘Oh Shit, She is in the Water’ – while jumping up and grabbing a boat pole.  Those who I was with at first just looked at me like ‘Ok, Al has been in the Sun a bit too much’.  (Right Red?)  Only after seeing me dash down the dock and  approaching the person in the water did they realize what was happening and were able to jump into action.  In the end this case turned out OK as well, but looking back a lot of time was lost by those around me to realize what was going on.

And there was an opportunity to learn.  From an early age everyone knows what Man Overboard means.  No question about it.  ‘Oh Shit, She is in the water’ does not quite have that same impact.  Today when I raced out of the cabin (you see, Trawlers have lots of big Windows, was easy for us to see what was going on) I yelled ‘Man Overboard’.  Felt a little silly doing it, but Kristi reported it had the desired effect –  as almost instantly several heads popped up from the nice center cockpit sailboat next to us – like ground Hogs.  Soon a couple of other folks were on the way to assist.  No question what the issue was, no lost time.

In USPS we teach to yell ‘Man Overboard’, while pointing at the person – never losing sight of them.    Both things are key (though in this case, the person was not going anywhere as he was holding onto the dock tightly, he just could not climb out of the water unassisted).  And by yelling Man Overboard I was able to alert all around us to the situation.

Clearly and concisely.

Feeling Lazy

I can't think of a cute title for this update, and there is no apparent 'theme' to it either.  And since it is a blustery rainy day that I think I will mostly spend reading, 'Feeling Lazy' seems most appropriate.

We made it to Seattle safely and enjoyed two days and nights at Bell Harbor Marina with their February Special  of $20 a night, plus $5 for power.

We visited all our favorite places and Al once again notes that most of our activities are centered around FOOD.  Typical Americans, typical cruisers.  We made sure to hit Starbucks a couple of times, Pike Place Market, for mini donuts and Uli's sausages, The Corner for produce, other provisions from the IGA, Anthony's for happy hour, and then we found a great Thai place for something new.

Mojo the Coho lives at Anthony's Restaurant.  I took these pictures especially for my son Micah.

This is the sunset the first night we spent in Seattle, from Pier 66, where cruise ships arrive and depart from (notice the cleat).  Double click on the picture to get a better look at the snow on the Olympic mountains behind Bainbridge Island.

 As the February special only runs from Sunday through Thursday nights, we departed Bell Harbor on Friday morning and moved across the Puget Sound to Blake Island.  It is a stormy weekend with blustery winds and lots of rain -- 'good weather for ducks' -- or grebes, or mergansers.

A Pleasure

It was a pleasure to be at the helm today.

Usually, Al pilots the boat.  He is just so darn good at it.  And I am frankly afraid to do damage.

BUT I want to be comfortable doing more.  Today was a perfect day to try.  We wanted to move on down to Everett, but Al had a work call scheduled for the afternoon.  I offered to pilot during the call.

However, the call was cancelled.  I told Al I had been looking forward to being in charge for a couple of hours, and he said 'Go for it!'  He brought up all the instruments and reviewed procedures for starting the engine.  Then he went up front to release us from the mooring buoy on Hope Island, and away we went!

There was a bit of excitement when, driving into the sun, I drove directly over a crab pot.  Al went to the back to check it out, and there was a buoy behind the boat, with a line leading to below our boat.  Dang!  Neither of us was quite sure what to do, but when Al went back again with the pole, we had already freed.

That should have shaken my confidence, but the day was just too beautiful.  The further I went, the more I wanted to take us the whole way!  The water became glossy.  There was very little traffic.  In five hours, we saw one other pleasure boat, a log tow, and as we approached Everett there was a Coast Guard ship and one small boat heading in.

I had thought we would arrive around 5 PM, but the sun went down as we passed Gedney Island (locally called Hat Island).  I brought us in to the harbor, but as we approached the dock at Jetty Island, it was just TOO dark.  My cataracts have been bothering my night vision for some time now, and I just did not feel comfortable.

Al agreed that it was very difficult, even for him, which made me feel a little better.

I am disappointed.  It would have been a perfect time to practice docking!  Somewhere we have been a few times, so it is familiar.  It was low tide, so current would be minimized.  And there would likely NOT be many others around to observe.

Other than that, it was a great day!

Deception Pass

We checked the weather and determined that today would be the best day for a hike.  There is a bigger chance of rain tomorrow, AND Al has a work call.

So we packed snacks and set out.  We planned to visit the bridge and explore some of the trails in the park.  We figured to walk 5 or 6 miles today.

Here is the view west from the bridge, out to the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  This also shows the eddies pretty well as the current flows west.  The current CAN reach speeds of 12 knots, so boats transitting need to plan carefully.

Here I am, the chicken.  I cannot go past where the trees keep me company.  As much as the heights, it is the traffic passing so closely and bouncing the bridge that makes me leery of going any further!

Here is MY view of the bridge.  There were a FEW of us 'trolls' hanging around waiting for brave photographers making the trip across the bridge.

We had seen this log tow hanging out waiting for slack tide.  Here he is making his move!

Al stepped out again to watch from above.  HEY!  Come back here and get the camera!

Thanks Al!  This is a good action shot!  You can see the wake where the little worker tug zipped around to his next position.

This was the first real hike (other than city streets) since my fall into the engine compartment and twisting my ankle in November.  I can feel it!  I have still noticed some aches, and stiffness when going down steps, but this hike has been a real test.  I was careful, and then took some Advil when we got back to the boat.  Now, beef burgundy is on the stove, scenting the air and whetting the appetite.