With re found courage I boarded our vessel and took my family out into the welcoming sea.
Marina in her violet long sleeved cotton dress and yellow mud boots is intrigued by the fish finder and it's ability to reveal mysteries of the dark cold water...
At the playground under the tree drinking peach Snapple while our kids play a complex tagging game and eat canned salmon on Pilot Bread
The wind has picked up now and the tall spruce trees are shimmy-ing. We finish the salmon and begin tearing off hunks from the loaf of my grandmothers zucchini bread I baked yesterday and decide to take the hike on the OtterBahn.
Salmonberries hang dusty on the roadside ripening quickly in the August sun. 
We snack on them during our hike to Outside Beach.
A loon dives and bobs in the gently rolling tide at Outside Beach. 
Marina and Falcom have established 'Aquariums' in the rocks that outshine the "Pacific Northwest" exhibit at the Shedd in Chicago.
With newly developed grey sky overhead and calm seas the horizon seems limitless...The water, from the top of the jagged crags along the cliff side is deep and clear. Willie craves jumping in...but knows that this is not Saipan or the mystical turtle waters of Tinian or Rota...He knows Alaskan waters.
Falcom and Marina, true to their nature, continue to test and experience the waters before they will fully believe what cold is, what it can do. I envy their fearlessness. I am addicted to comfort.
We walk back to town on the main road. Marina constructs a kick the bottle game with the Snapple bottle and her treasured rocks. All three kids run, kicking the bottle back to town and the hiking time passes quickly. Time to return to Homer, to our car, to lives...
No trip into the bay is complete without a swing around Gull Island. Marina requests, I oblige. She takes 20 pictures. A fantastic day!
1 comment:
OMG! You drove the boat by yourself! I can't even drive a truck on the beach!
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