Memorial Day the Tumbo Way!

For Memorial Day we, well, went to Tumbo again! Our first night was actually at Jones Island as there were strong SE winds and getting from Anacortes to Tumbo right up Rosario Strait and then across Boundary Pass in those conditions is pretty rough going. But Sunday morning we hopped over to Tumbo and had the usual fantastic time.

Time stands still in places like Tumbo Island. It is timeless in the way the ecology is deeply rooted to ancient cycles, and though change is constant, it blends together to form a consistency that is palpable.

The reality of being out on the boat is so far removed from the humdrum facsimiles of urban and domestic machinations.

View from Cabbage south toward Tumbo. This spit of land is exposed at low tides, and gives the name to Tumbo as a distortion of Tumbolo. 

 

 

 

 

 

Once on Tumbo/Cabbage we proceeded to do what we do: take walks, row the dinghy around, play on the beach, play beach baseball (a family favorite), go for runs, and observe the abundant wildlife. One of the highlights on this trip was finding a very recently dead river otter. This guy was so recently dead that he still had his eyes and was untouched. We were able to admire his webbed feet, and amazingly sharp teeth.

Our dog Salty wishing he was in the cabin! 

Hanging the hammock off the boom allows a nice view.