Frederic and Marta joined us and departed at shilshole, but the delay in the start time worked out well because it gave the fog time to dissipate.
On the way through the locks we tied up next to a woman who had bought a boat for herself for her 30th birthday and was also heading to Liberty Bay with a flotilla of a dozen CYC boats. That concerned us a bit as we imagined hoards of people and boats competing for dock and anchor space on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, but we needn't have worried. Liberty Bay has ample transient moorage and acres of anchorage. We never even saw them again.
We practiced anchoring, using the jack lines, did a man overboard drill, pumped up the dinghy, did plenty of sailing in lovely sunny, windy weather, and got used to cooking onboard and on the barbecue. Everyone slept comfortably and got along famously.
On the way back as we were transiting the locks the tide was so low it was difficult to see all the tourists that normally look down from above us. Suddenly flowers started raining down on the boat from above. Someone was showering the decks with purple flowers. It wasn’t until the level of the water in the locks had risen and we were almost up to the level of the crowds that we noticed Frederic and Marta lurking in the background with grins painted on their faces. What a hoot those two are. They had driven around from Shilshole to greet us as we transited the locks. This week they're off to France.
The only thing that didn’t work well was the outboard motor. We never did get it to start, so I’ll have to figure that out this week.
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