Gray day in Port Angeles. Gray around the neighborhood, in the potted plant hummingbird garden KF made me, in the vacant lot.
I spend the weekend emailing my sib as we plan helping my ma move to be near her (big change!), and composing a job application letter for the Peninsula College job (another big change! we'll see how that goes) in theory; in fact obsessively following the action at the American Library Association convention in Chicago through Twitter, with live stream videos and other distractions thrown in. In the evening I go out to Ediz Hook (map).
The juvenile female elephant seal is still there, molting. They moved her once, to a more private spot further out the Hook, a quiet little beach on the Coast Guard station. But no, she came back. So blocked off the small boat dock she was next to, put around improvised barriers, and left her to get on with her molt where she chooses.
No big ships in harbor. A barge chugs by and out into the Strait. It rains for a while. The pilot boat runs in and out of its berth, picking pilots off the evening flock of cruise ships on the Alaska loop, then runs back out in tandem with an escort tug to meet an inbound tanker. Ships come and go from Victoria harbor, too far away to identify. Coho comes across, enters the harbor, docks. I wait. Yes. The sun drops out of the cloud at nearly the last minute, 8:55 pm to be exact, and performs a proper sunset.
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