Monday, July 10, 2000
Deer Harbor to Fossil Bay
North than I've Ever Sailed
set sail from Deer Harbor and leisurely sailed the 13 nautical miles to
Bay on the
south end of Soucia. As I rounded the corner, trying to remember what time I told Tom I would meet him here, I saw two kayakers in the bay and through the
binoculars I could make out the familiar figure of my friends. I tied to one of the many
placed for recreational boaters by the parks department. Tom and Keith tied
the kayaks along side then climbed aboard. Tom, of course, brought a couple of gallons of
microbrew. Thats one thing I love about Tom. He really knows how to enjoy life. We
had beers, exchanged stories and planned the next three days festivities.
We decided to camp on the island. They kayaked ashore, found a site on a
sandy spit beneath three cedar trees with Fossil Bay to the east and Fox Cove to the west.
It was paradise. They signaled me from shore and I rowed the dingy with my supplies to
Fossil Bays western beach. By the time I arrived they had set two crab traps at the
far end of Fox Cove. The weather was so warm with only a light breeze from the southwest.
I had never been in a kayak before and I thought this would be a good place to try. So,
when it was time to check on the crab trap I asked if I could give it a try. Keith helped
me to the water with the boat and explained a few techniques. I proceeded to put one leg
in the boat.
Then in one slow, graceful motion, I found myself on my side in one foot of
water. It wasnt frigid, but cold enough to make me gasp.
Within minutes is was
paddling out to the mouth of the bay to check and reset
traps. The can of tuna flavored
cat food was doing the trick, but the crabs were too small to keep. I reset mine and
headed for the beach to change into dry clothes. With no crabs to speak of, we had to
settle for the provisions that Keith and Tom brought: three-cheese
pesto, boiled in vegetable and beer broth with carrots and broccoli. This was
really roughing it.
we went for a hike up to a western bluff to see the
sunset and the moon mature into our night light. We were all grinning. The theme of the
"This just keeps getting better!"
didnt even use the tents, except
to keep the food away from the critters.
I slept outside "under the stars" with only a tarp under me and the cedars
above. That night, the moon glistened on the tranquil bay like I only thought it did in
the tropics. We all kept looking at each other and saying, "Are we really in
Washington?" There were several boats at the floats and buoys, but only a handful
were camped on the island. And all of us were there for the same reason: to enjoy this
Soucia is a dream come true!