Loading the Andiamo on the first evening.
The Anacortes Yacht Harbor
Master and Commander Gregg.
It is rumored this old salt sustained an injury in a sword fight with pirates.
Harbor seals at the harbor (where else?)
The Andiamo sets sail (actually, motor - as you can see, the wind isn't exactly gale force)
Mt. Baker, a constant scenic distraction in the San Juan Islands.
First mate and able-bodied seawoman at work.
Anne on the foredeck battening the mizzenmast (or whatever)
Approaching a mooring bouy, Sucias Island.
Our home for the night, Sucias Island.
Taking a hike around Sucias Island.
Checking the weather report on the web.
Out to explore the bay.
Arriving in Friday Harbor, 2nd night.
Leaving Friday Harbor
Finally, some wind. Hoisting the mainsail.
Now we got lucky - a major pod of Orcas came our way.
Phalaropes flying over the Orcas
"Wildlife" on a private island and hunting preserve.
This deer belongs in India, I think.
Where are we, exactly?
Eventually, I had to dismiss the captain and take command of the vessel to avoid endangering the boat and crew.
At anchor, Blind Bay on Shaw Island. Tough work, someone's gotta do it.
The good ship Andiamo in Blind Bay
Morning of the 5th day, Blind Bay. Another challenging weather situation requiring skilled seamanship.
Headed back to Anacortes.
Arriving in Anacortes.
Coming into the harbor, Anacortes.
Pointing to Pole Pass, a treacherous pass I piloted in an incredible display of seamanship given the weather conditions (sunny, warm, light breeze)
Captain, First Mate, and crew. Cleary a rotten time was had by all.