A sunny forecast and no excuses needed to scurry up to Aeolus and make our escape. Got an early boat Saturday and made it to Jones against a strong ebb in San Juan Channel and light NW breezes. Once in the south cove (a rarity because winds of any size are usually south around there, except for Fraser River winds in winter) we grabbed a ball and the joy began.
We circumnavigated the island and walking seemed too fast. It was so perfect. It felt like we were on ecstasy, and it was only nature induced. Every single thing so perfect. The fresh blades of green grass, the sprouts on the salal. Every rock. I mean it, it was painful to move as fast as walking.
It's 4 miles or so around the whole island. Fascinating to those who are science minded as we are that the habitats change so dramatically based on the sun exposure. There are native cactus on the West side!
Rowing the dinghy is such great exercise and zen. Fading light. Shadows and depths in the water.
Lazy morning hike around again, sitting in the sun, contemplating questions that have no reply.
Another perfect weekend aboard Aeolus.
