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For Early Risers Who Wish It Could Be Morning All Day

Cedar Island

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Cedar Island is great for circumnavigating with a kayak. It is relatively small with a shoreline that varies between dramatic rock outcroppings and smooth gravel beaches. The multi-colored stones on the beaches are worn and rounded and easy on bare feet. On a hot summer day, swimming in the surrounding clear, cool water is as enjoyable as it looks inviting. I actually enjoy snorkeling there. There are not too many tropical fish, but the underwater rock formations are fascinating! But then, of course, I’m a rock guy too.

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Wild, Wild Horses

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Wild Horse Island State Park has about 6 resident wild horses. They sometimes come down near the Skeeko Bay anchorage in the evenings. They are not particularly afraid of humans, though approaching them is forbidden, for good reason, anyway.

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With well over 100 resident Bighorn Sheep, the island might have been more appropriately named Bighorn Sheep Island.

This place is a treasure.

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Haunted By Waters

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I am not a fly-fisherman, but this is arguably the most poetic ending to any movie I have ever seen (or book I have ever read). Succinct, moving, deep. Norman Maclean waited until he was 74 years of age to write his semi-autobiographical masterpiece. This gives me hope.

We have all seen the movie, but the ending is worth watching again.

Note To Self

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As Homer would exclaim, “D’oh!”

Note to self:  When boarding a kayak from a boat swim platform early in the morning, make sure that you first have had your coffee. Then with senses fully activated, be certain to move deliberately, while at the same time maintaining a well-centered posture. This is no time for hesitation. No time for self-doubt.

On my way into the “drink”—for the brief microsecond after I realized my hapless miscalculation—it occurred to me that the water I was rolling towards (in an inadvertent Eskimo roll) was going to be very, very cold. Painfully cold. It was, after all, a chilly morning.

But it wasn’t painful, surprisingly. It was almost sort of warm—well in relationship to the surrounding air anyway.

Marlene woke up startled to a loud splash. The morning was otherwise quiet and calm. When she finally found the source of the splash, she looked down at me and shook her head. I am certain that I heard her mumble something under her breath too.

She denied it, but she said something.

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Yearning

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I have always enjoyed, what I consider, the simple brilliance of Seinfeld. Over the years, they seem to have covered every conceivable topic. Here is one of my many favorite clips: