We're in Parks Bay tonight, but there are no parks - just signs that say "Absolutely no Trespassing" along the shore. The nice thing about snug little coves that don't allow you to go to shore is that they aren't as crowded as places that do. The down side is that you can't go ashore. Or if you do, you feel like a trespasser. You stretch your legs wondering if you're going to be led away in handcuffs.
Park Bay is allegedly a research conservancy of some kind - the kind that doesn't tolerate human impact. The Bay is just three miles from Friday Harbor, where we cleared customs, filled our water tanks, and picked up Lava 2.0. Lavanya did the leg from Wrangell to Juneau with us in June, so it's great to have her (and her cooking) back with us for the last three days.
She's in the galley, as I write, whipping up something awesome. I think we have barbecued fish and a kale salad on the menu tonight. I always feel like I'm eating a month's worth of nutrition when Lavanya gets to cooking. Not that we've had any nutritional slouches on this trip, but Lavanya always hits the deck running with bags of fresh vegetables in hand and goes go work making magic.
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