The Wrong Side of Poulsbo

That's where we're anchored, a consequence of my failure to do more in-depth research prior to departing the home dock. Depth, indeed, was my undoing, as was time, working together to cause me, when we arrived just after dark Thursday night, to pull in short of the vast, gleaming Port of Poulsbo marina, taking up with the tawdry ranks of powerboats in the mooring field between the marina and the yacht club. Oh, there is depth all right, and we put the anchor down perhaps fifteen minutes earlier than we might have, and goodness knows it's well-protected, well-provided with Internet service, and as possessed of lovely, teasing views of Mount Rainier, the Olympics, and the charming Scandinavian homes surrounding Liberty Bay as a person might wish... but it is, alas, on the far side of the marina from the dinghy dock.

And I neglected to purchase the 2.5 horse Tohatsu we saw at Second Wave on Thursday that was going for a song. A song, I tell you!

It's just as well things aren't too convenient here, as otherwise it might be hard to come up with sufficient reasons to leave. That's easy to say, I suppose, with the sun shining, the boat warm, and our electricity as yet unsapped. Sometime in the coming weeks when the lights began to dim and the rain to fall unyielding from the heavens, I suppose I wouldn't need much more pursuading to weigh anchor. But at the moment, I'm quite content to sit out here and bobble gently at the end of the rode, watching everyone else go by.

We're trying to work out a plan for early next week, which will require Mandy's first extended adventure in getting back to town from somewhere (possibly here) in the Puget Sound region for the students she has on Monday. It would all be quite simple but for her insistence on leaving on Sunday to get there, and returning on Tuesday... two days amongst the least convenient for transit from the hinterlands here. Or Sunday is, anyway, Tuesday is no worse than any other day. But it does mean I have to sit someplace an extra day or so, and that brings me back to being here, on the wrong side of Poulsbo from the dinghy dock. Kill an extra day at the Kitsap Regional Library? Perhaps after finding a wayward maple bar with my name on it at the excellent bakery near the waterfront? No problem. But row an extra half mile each way to get there? That, I am not so excited about.

Will keep you posted on the alternatives. Right now I'm looking at (blech) Bremerton instead.