|Bob at the helm|
Seals popped up their heads to gaze at us curiously. At 7 pm, we slipped between Blakely Rock and Restoration Point on Bainbridge Island and wound our way through crab pot bouys, following a family of geese. We set anchor at the head of Blakely Harbor.
That evening, we fished a wine bottle out of the water with a message in it. The message, decorated with child drawn hearts, said,
Whoever finds this note, I will love.
A boy of about 5 on the boat anchored next to us watched with pretended indifference as we read the note.
As dark fell and the full moon peeked briefly through the clouds, we looked across the sound into Elliot Bay. Seattle was a fairy tale city, with a necklace of golden lights along the water front.Ah, those were the days! Bob died in 2005, and I'll never have a sailing partner like him!