Saturday late afternoon. Mostly sunny, except sometimes the marine layer would rise up, come ashore, block out everything, then be gone except in the middle of the Strait.
Small boat action out on Ediz Hook (map). A sea lion is in constant motion around the docks, under the pilot station walkway, between the docks, out in the harbor, again by the dock. Three young men come in with a huge cooler strapped to the front of their little boat. 'What did you catch?' 'One little pink.'
The sign taped to the pillar in the picture above is a notice from the Coast Guard, asking for information about two fishermen who went missing on the 21st.
A Tokyo Marine tanker pulls past, drops off her pilot. I forget to look her up in the shiptrackers when I get home, and this morning short of looking up each of their 43 chemical parcel tankers separately on the three websites (which will only work anyway if the appropriate transponders are turned on), I can't find out who she was. It's a fruitful mistake: from poking around their website, I now know what chemical parcel tankers might carry.
Behind the tanker came Holland America Amsterdam,
and by the time she had passed, Golden Princess was in view. The sun did a near-perfect splash into the Pacific Ocean outside the mouth of the Strait, only hitting the marine layer nearly on the horizon, right at 8 PM. (Oh noes. We've lost almost a half-hour of daylight this week. Sunrise ten minutes later, sunset fifteen minutes earlier.) No sign of the third cruise ship, Norwegian Star, she must have come past while I was heading home.
Fog thick this morning. Foghorns. Up on the mountain, brilliant sunshine.
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