It all began with my brother Abe notifying me that he wanted a ride over to this island in order to attend the Native Plant Society meeting that was going to be held there. The water taxi ride over was steep, so he figured we could make a weekend of it. My friend Ric came along as well as my friend Lindsay. So off we set, into the wild blue.
We got to Lummi Island for the first night and Abe went ashore and breathed out a fire in no time at all, then set up some cedar sticks for roasting salmon.
The salmon crisped up wonderfully and filled us all to stomach clasping rolly polly wonderment. I was fat and happy for the night. It was a very warm night, and the stars beamed down their pleasure on us as we feasted on the bounty of the sea.
(All of my batteries are very very old, and at the point where they have one foot in the grave, so I was not too concerned) The tour of the island was great, with lots of flowers and lichens and excitement over the small green things of the world. Green and brown and golden. Some of the native plant society I had known as a child, and some were new to me, but all of them pleasant and excited about life in green.
This shot is through a binocular, with my wide angle. It really makes the depth of field all wonky, but I think it looks cool.
I had a small tank in reserve, and I put that in and opened up the boat to bleed out the fuel lines. Opening the boat is very difficult, and it I had just put another broken casualty of the trip inside the boat (and taking up most of the floor space). The dinghy that Ric borrowed from a friend of his and spent most of Friday patching and making seaworthy had torn a hole in the floor and was no longer fit for duty, or for towing behind, so I had put it down below. Now I needed all the space I could get down below to tear apart the engine compartment in order to work on things. I bled the engine and got it running and off we went. The wind came up outside the marina and we sailed freely, so I turned off the engine to save fuel, but then as we passed behind Lummi Island the wind died out and the waves were furious, so I tried to turn on the engine again. It fell a second time. I noticed that the batteries were sick and tired of trying to turn over the engine, so they were very low on the voltage. After struggling with the lack of wind, I finally decided to tear the compartment apart again and bleed the engine again. With the leech still sucking, she kicked to life once more, and we drove onward until the wind helped us arrive at our anchorage. That night was another fine night, where we made pizza in a cardboard box on an open fire. Clear skies and warm night air blessed us again, and the phosphorescence blossomed during the paddle right to the boat.
The following morning was our last day, but we went for a hike in the morning. I'd previously been to the top of Lummi Island before, but this time we went to another place, to the Quarry. There is a great look out over Portage Island and Bellingham, and plenty of rocks to roll down the steep hillsides.
It was a fun weekend, but a long one, and with not enough sleep for me