August 13th

August 13^th When the “Betty Marie” leaves the basin, I look up there is the white thrashing of spray in the bay as a pod of Pacific White Dolphins have located a school of salmon.  Into the “Ravens” we all leap, in hot pursuit hoping to get that shot with the camera that is the perfect remembrance of our stay. 

This will be fun for the dog to as she is just now beginning to discover FISH. They are very fast and almost out of the inlet before we are nearby.  We have the telephoto lens on as we do not want to get near and disturb there feeding.  If we are not going over to play with them they speed over to play with us.  They greet us by surfing in our tall sharp wake, under the boat, past the spinning propeller and through this all the dog eyes were bugged out in amazement by their antics. 

 Chevy is standing on the side deck inches away from the dolphin.  Our small boat is speeding along at a good clip.  Almost snout to snout, Chevy and the dolphin are breathing in each other essence. WOW, both especially curious with each other.

No matter how many shots we take with the camera about 90% are just of their splashes!!.

 

The Dolphins are done with being show offs.  They speed away leaving us traumatized with their beauty and just how easily they fly through the water, lightning fast…….

We return to the bay speeding past the exiting Betty Marie and wave good bye.  Richard gives us a strange salute and as we flash past the stern there is the admiral with what seems to be half-mast ensign.

 

 

He knows that I am a PC and if I am not wrong he was funning us, for the correct edict would be to return the salute.  Have we been had? 

 

Now there are other things to see in this bay and some spiced with strange humour, rather unique, not shall we say in perfect taste but notable.  I think that sometimes loggers get bushed (I was a logger once) and they can have a wicked sense of humour.  I think they get a chuckle out of playing on the yachties minds that frequent here. 

 

When we first came here, many years ago, there was a fully dressed manikin garbed as a logger hanging out on a tree stump above the tide line.  He had on a bright orange hard hat and cork boots.  He kind of freaked us out when we first saw him.

He's not looking too good now!

 

 

The other interesting piece (of art?) stands high on a large rock and is most visible exiting the harbour. Talk about a watchman.  It is amazing what you can do with a chain saw.