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Saturday July 13, 2019 subscribe |
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| Wallace Island
north cove after a sparkly day hiking trails
and swimming
off some shapely
rocks. The water was bracing but
the sun was baking, perfect for the plunge and
dry cycle. Calm here, but when we first
arrived there was some comical rookie
maneuvers. We
pulled in, dropped anchor, then for the first
time tried tying a stern line to shore--what
could go wrong? Brian oopsed the rope, giving
me a chance for some low stakes heroics. I
dove in and wondered if I'd make it, limbs
quickly numbing. Grabbed the line and
scrambled up steep bank, struggled to hold it
against 21,000-lb. Vive
drifting into channel, but Thomas reversed
engine just in time as I tied ugly knot to
mooring chain, barely clinging to slippery
sharp almost vertical rocks. Then, a few
minutes later, the dinghy got loose and I did
my best Johnny Weissmuller
impression by diving off the top rail to fetch
it. It was all super invigorating. Wallace has
a few private homes, otherwise it's all public
land with relics of a former summer camp, rusty old pickup
and derelict
cabin adorned
with tokens of all the different
boats that have visited, including Sarah's
namesake. Chances are
there's a picture
perfect sunset like this
one happening somewhere right now. |
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