And so another week in the beautiful San Juan Islands! I have to admit that I am still adjusting to being distant from a long life of work pressure and more serious obligation other than deciding which island we would like to explore today. It’s interesting how deeply ingrained in us (me) the daily grind was (is) that even when set free to fly, our minds still like to hang on to the stress like gum under our shoe. Before we left I was asked often…”aren’t you scared to be out in the ocean with nothing but 55 ft of fiberglass between you and the icy cold deep waters of the Northwest?” It made me think and I concluded that: No, I wasn’t fearful of the potential physical danger, although one would be a fool not to exercise extreme caution at all times doing this, but what I was really fearful of was being too ”stuck” to be able to disconnect and embrace and enjoy this journey. So, in light of what I brought on board in my own head, let’s just leave it at…… ”I’m acutely aware of the situation, and I’m working on it”. Any therapist should be satisfied with that answer, right?
After a glorious week with Hannah and Matt board, 4 days ago my niece from Washington D.C, Cassidy, and her boyfriend, Eric, or Aphodite and Adonis as I like to call them, graced us with their completely delightful company……….well, notwithstanding the constant, in your face daily reminder of their affable good natures, alluring youthful beauty, wrinkle free skin, endless energy, lighting quick wit, unending joyful vigor, and blissful young love! Yeah, where does the time go? It seems like only yesterday….
With our new guests aboard and hungry for adventure, we set out to wear them out daily with physical activities. Cassidy and Ken have more in common than just Carrie Rollins, for Cassidy, too, is nothing short of an energizer bunny. Thinking there was still time for him to reconsider, I took it upon myself to warn Eric now that it is unequivocally a rare genetic mutation found in the Rollins species that drives them to always have to be doing something at all times. Relax? Not in their vocabularies. I thought he needed to know. As an antidote, we have been doing a fair amount of hiking through the enchanting forests and rocky cliffs of these magnificent islands, most often overlooking the scenic bays where we are anchored , playing lots of games ( backgammon, cards, Scrabble), kayaking, enjoying the sunsets, gazing at the “corn moon”( the last full moon of the summer), reading our books, drawing, looking for whales ( I am beginning to think that whole Orcas of the Puget Sound thing is a hoax), dolphins seals, eagles, etc, all the while being acutely aware that during this weird time of Covid 19, there simply couldn’t be a better or a more safe place to be that just a few miles from shore to avoid airborn germs.
Crabbing is still alive and well still on board Samsara with our most recent iteration on what to do with the standard 4-8 count of very large orange shelled critters swimming in a bucket off our stern most days. The latest episode of “Dungeness Crab Concoctions” featured warm crab dip with cream cheese, parmesean, garlic and shallots served with warm French bread, sliced red peppers and a large green salad. And please don’t judge because the salad was very low calorie. And yes, “eat what you catch” is still our marine motto and desired mode of procuring our evening meal. Most recently, we feasted on fresh caught ( by Eric) lingcod Panang curry with potatoes, peppers and onions served over coconut lime rice. A meal that made our bellies smile!
We have had a slight malfunction on board this week as well, and not a pleasant one. Samsara had her first colonic as a result of a faulty mechanism that empties her poop tanks from the toilet in the aft head. While I have been ever impressed by both Jeff’s and Max’s abilities to fix almost anything on this boat, after many attempts, this challenge has them scratching their heads. So, we have had to dock in port periodically and manually pump out the shit instead of simply pushing a button while at sea and emptying the tank. Not fun and definitely inconvenient. Tomorrow, when we drop Cassidy and Eric at their sea plane dock with yet another adventure under their ever curious belts, we will attempt to find someone at the marina who knows what went wrong and how to fix it. Definitley at the top of my list of things I hoped would not go wrong and one that, for the time being, basically prohibits guests previously promised a fairly comfortable excursion. However, we’re hopeful that someone at Friday Harbor can help us out and renders our guest suite becomes available and fully functional again.
After hearing of the searing heat wave and fires in Ca, we have been grateful for the deliciously chilly weather is supposed to warm up next week, just in time for us to ponder our journey south with a planned stopover at home before we continue on to the Sea of Cortez. We can’t wait to see everyone. We miss you all and hope that you are staying cool and healthy.
Until the next episode…
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Katie sand the crew of Samsara
2 thoughts on “Kates’ Blog #3”
Katie this is wonderful!!!!!
Hi Pam! Thanks for tuning in. I’m missing my garden but managing to get along. Life is good quarantined on our boat….
Jeff & Katie