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.
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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. | | | | | |
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