Pendrell Sound

We spent a lovely evening in Pendrell Sound, anchored just feet away from a steep rock cliff. The water was warm enough for Kent to swim, but that’s not saying it was ‘warm’. Our ‘usual’ spot where Kent likes to anchor was taken by two sailboats. Years ago someone tied a heavy rope to a high branch in a tree to swing out over the water. It’s always fun to watch others swing and drop into the water, of course making a Tarzan call as they fly through the air!

The prawn traps yielded around 60 big fat prawns for a sweet appetizer sauteed in butter and garlic. Our canvas enclosure on the bridge provided just enough shade to make it comfortable to sit up top to eat. We were nearly full after the prawns but forced down some nachos with chicken, cheese, refried beans, salsa, sour cream and all the fixin’s along with a few brew.

This morning we went ashore in the dinghy and hiked the trail to the logging road. Hugo loved it and put on about 10 miles to our 2, running up and down the hillside, over logs, through ferns and underbrush. Pam and I found Indian Pipes, a white translucent, delicate flower which is shaped like a pipe. We picked ‘Bear Bread’ or shelf fungus from fallen trees and Pam will show me how to draw or paint a picture on one. I’ve seen it done but never tried as I’m not much of an artist… Once the fungus is dried, it’s ornamental and unusual.

Kent had a couple of minor accidents, which is unusual! First he was trying to move the dinghy along the shore without getting his feet wet and he slipped, falling waist deep in the water. I couldn’t help laughing - luckily he didn’t cut himself on the oyster shells. His wallet, bear bangers and starter pistol were drenched…

Next up he was taking Hugo for a ‘walk’ (Kent motors along the shoreline in the dinghy while Hugo runs along the beach) and when he stopped to pick up Hugo, he hit an oyster shell a bit hard with the bow of the dinghy and punctured a hole. He and Bob patched it back at the boat.