Heading Towards I Dunno
The report said East winds at 5mph, but it doens't feel it. No, the onshore wind is hardly there at all and I set out on the sleepiest of waves - half a foot high at most and nearly two canoe lengths peak to peak. These are tired waves that have come a good distance from somewhere where there is some wind. One wouldn't notice them if they weren't so long and slow. You'd fall asleep on them if you didn't keep paddling. I head north towards "I dunno". Several fishermen are soaking lines from the ends of the Flag Rocks, the rocks fully exposed at low tide. I hoped for some interesting birds - the winter birds, but the birds all seem to be asleep along with the waves. I wonder when the long tail ducks will arrive with their brilliant black and whiteness and none stop chattering, a nasal...uh....uh uh, over and over again. Their nesting grounds should be well frozen by now, but a bird that can nest that far north is probably in no hurry to get ...
