Finally - nearly two months after returning from our sailing vacation and I have come to the end.
Though I still longed for breakfast from Blue Moose, we instead used our meal tickets for free Sunday brunch at the hotel. Edible and not too bad of a flavor (other than the breakfast pastry that had a distinct freezer taste to it), but disappointing with so many great breakfast options. Dungeness crab benedict for me and french toast for Trent. Fortunately, the company was good as we had a few last minutes with Trent's parents.
The current was against us 1.5-2 knots which made for a long slog home - 7.5 hours from Port Townsend to Shilshole. While we put up the mainsail to motor-sail, the wind was never at both the right speed and direct us to tempt us to try it without the engine. There were more marine mammals (porpoises) at this section of the journey than any other, probably because the fish were out at full force (at least judging by the sheer number of fishing boats on the water).
On arriving home, we were so thankful that Shilshole now has a cafe. We immediately rewarded ourselves with coffee and a Boggle game after bringing up the first cartload of items to the Prius and before heading home for a brief rest from the boat.
The next day was boat clean-up day, a task that I left chiefly to Trent when he still worked from home. This year I scrubbed the cabin floor and deck and sponged out the bilge, while he "dived" the boat to scrape off any new marine life. We removed the cushions, spinnaker and anchor, leaving the dinghy behind initially. Though this will never be my favorite part of a boat journey, it was strangely satisfying.
While we'll still go out on occasion in the fall and winter months, it feels as though Rock Lobster has been put to bed to hibernate until spring.
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