This morning the sea was like glass — perfect for kayaking. I paddled around all the little islets in the anchorage, and down to the south entrance to the bay. I looked at my watch and found I’d only been paddling for an hour. With plenty of time to spare and the sea so benign, I was lured out into Fitz Hugh Sound. I paddled and paddled, hugging the shoreline, looking for the north entrance to the anchorage. The current was running pretty strong against me, so it was pretty slow going. I came to point after point, but no opening. I didn’t think I’d paddled that far south before heading out into Fitz Hugh.  But, I had been paddling with the current on the way south. Now, I was bucking it. It makes a big difference. On I went, my glasses fogging from my heavy breathing. Then, I saw the yellow fishing boundary triangle at the north entrance to the bay. I’d made it, finally. I headed in and soon caught sight of Jubilación. She never looked better.

A commercial prawner, named Miss Molly, came in to anchor for the night. I noticed he set a crab trap nearby. I guess he wants crab for dinner.