September 2

We get stuff stowed, fill up the main fuel tank, and sail with the tide. Right outside the breakwater we're able to unfurl the headsail and coast up to East Basin. Remember the Sea Lions from the beginning of the trip? There's more of them now, covering every part of the pier. They are big, they are loud, they are smelly. We pull in to the closest slip to the ramp, chasing three of them back into the water. Cindy stays with Squishy, and defends the pier from further invasions. I hike to Safeway to provision, we need ice. Unfortunately, this Safeway no longer carries block ice, so I have to get “party” ice, which doesn't keep as long. Back to the boat, we cast off and get out of there. Just past the breakwater we unfurl the headsail again, and cruise on up to the entrance to Tongue Point. I chuckle at the cute little wind waves. We then motor to our anchorage off of Mott Island. There are many “bowpicker” boats in here tonight, most anchored, but some gill-netting for salmon. We anchor and have dinner. I play guitar and we work out plans for the rest of the trip. We're not anxious to be home just yet.