Stella Maris
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- Joined
- Nov 28, 2008
- Messages
- 1,500
- Fluid Motion Model
- C-24 C
- Non-Fluid Motion Model
- Helmsman PH38, 11' Boston Whaler, 9' Boston Whaler
- Vessel Name
- Destiny
As the rain continues its steady beat on the boathouse roof, the wind continues to blow out of the south at 15 knots. Destiny is prepared for a winter weekend adventure in Andrews Bay on Lake Washington.
We depart our slip and make our way south on the Ship Canal. Other than a large tug heading for the lock, we have the canal to ourselves.
As we make our way onto Lake Union, we see the only other boat on the lake today. A small sailboat, its lone occupant sitting in the cockpit, all the while being pelleted with rain while racing across the lake.
We enter Lake Washington and realize, we have the lake to ourselves. There is not another vessel in sight. The winds are whipping up a mild chop as we point Destiny’s bow toward the I-90 Bridge.
We pass beneath the I-90 Bridge now having a clear view into Andrews Bay. Not another boat in sight. It appears that we will have the entire bay to ourselves this evening.
Slowly we make our way deep into the bay. The water is now smooth as we tuck in behind the large pines that shelter the south shore of the bay. I drop the hook in 18 feet of water.
We enjoy the evening sitting in our fully enclosed cockpit. Destiny gently swings on her anchor treating us to an incredible view of the homes lining the western shore of the bay. Rain continues to fall.
Come morning, we will make our way back to our slip and prepare to plan next weeks adventure.
What an incredible life we lead.
We depart our slip and make our way south on the Ship Canal. Other than a large tug heading for the lock, we have the canal to ourselves.
As we make our way onto Lake Union, we see the only other boat on the lake today. A small sailboat, its lone occupant sitting in the cockpit, all the while being pelleted with rain while racing across the lake.
We enter Lake Washington and realize, we have the lake to ourselves. There is not another vessel in sight. The winds are whipping up a mild chop as we point Destiny’s bow toward the I-90 Bridge.
We pass beneath the I-90 Bridge now having a clear view into Andrews Bay. Not another boat in sight. It appears that we will have the entire bay to ourselves this evening.
Slowly we make our way deep into the bay. The water is now smooth as we tuck in behind the large pines that shelter the south shore of the bay. I drop the hook in 18 feet of water.
We enjoy the evening sitting in our fully enclosed cockpit. Destiny gently swings on her anchor treating us to an incredible view of the homes lining the western shore of the bay. Rain continues to fall.
Come morning, we will make our way back to our slip and prepare to plan next weeks adventure.
What an incredible life we lead.