I forgot to mention that yesterday I saw a black bear with the tiniest cub I’ve ever seen, wandering along the beach just by the boat. It was so cute. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a micro bear.

I woke up last night to the thump-thump of various items being rocked back and forth — a sound that only comes from one’s home being rolled broadside to a steep swell. In my dazed state, I forced myself out of my sleeping bag several times, mostly out of frustration, to better stow things in the cabinets, or to reach outside and cinch up the mainsheet so the boom wouldn’t move so much. Eventually, my confused mind arrived at the realization that it must be high tide. The long sandy spit that protects this bay from any swell at all is completely covered at high tide, which allows some of the swell from the open water to pass over it, and to break me from my wonderful sleep. After being woken up by several different items that decided they would give themselves over to gravity, and then stowing them properly, I was able to get back to sleep.