Pacific NW

Expeditions

I woke up several hours before sunrise in order to get us running for Shearwater ASAP. Before my eyes opened, I thought “Halibut” to myself and sprang out into the cockpit. The monster lay quietly in the cockpit, taking up all of my foot room. It glistened in the moonlight and looked like it would come back to life thrashing at any moment. We had a smooth ride all the way to Shearwater. It was quite a relief to get the halibut filleted and on ice! We took advantage of town life on a sunny afternoon and took showers, did our laundry, and cleaned up the boat a bit. In the evening I cooked fresh fish and chips aboard Silent Partner. They were bar none the best fish and chips we’d ever tasted! After we had semi-recovered from the massive amount of fish we’d just eaten ( and only made a small dent in our entire stock) we walked up to the bar at the end of the dock. They were the worst margaritas we’d ever had. We raised our glasses in a toast “the worst margaritas ever for the best halibut ever!” We downed our drinks in merriment and went to sleep happy, well-fed, and showered. We each have a full wardrobe of fresh laundry and an ice-chest full of delicious meat. The best things in life are unexpected! It is amazing how one fish has changed the course of the trip entirely.