west-coast

As usual, our plans have little resemblance to the universe’s plans for us. And again, the universe won.

Tomorrow afternoon we will water up, fuel up and head to Fairhaven (South Bellingham) to anchor and get a few hours sleep

Fall whispered in last night. After a day of blazing sun in cloudless skies we wake up to overcast. The air has that musty smell of dying leaves. A tendril of wind brings the damp smell of encroaching rain. Yellow leaves swirl in the air at the slightest movement.