Thursday after work, after errands. It was still blue out, so off to Ediz Hook (map) again. It was windy enough to bring out the windsurfers, whipping back and forth, back and forth across the harbor.
A Crowley tug backed up to the British Laurel, turned her so her bow pointed out past the end of the Hook, then led her onto the Strait towards Puget Sound. CSCC Shanghai came in off the ocean, picked up a pilot, and followed Laurel eastward. The two Coast Guard cutters who had escorted a submarine west early in the afternoon —we'd watched through the college library's vast expanse of windows looking out over the Strait, passing the binoculars to each other, yes yes a conning tower— came back from the ocean and into the harbor.