Swallowing The Anchor

On the way to Vendovi, this tanker passed me. Odd how they have to have an escort to come in, but not to leave?!

On the way to Vendovi, this tanker passed me. Odd how they have to have an escort to come in, but not to leave?!

After a tempestuous night, Friday dawned clear and sunny with a light, but stiff, breeze. Not two hundred yards outside the marina, I threw up the sails and shut off the engine. I tacked back and forth on a lazy down-wind run, chasing zephyrs the entire way to Vendovi Island.

 

Vendovi was purchased by the San Juan Preservation Trust a few years ago. It’s a day-use only island open to the public with a small, but protected dock in the harbor on the north end. There is another beach on the northeast end which is rocky, steep, and full of reefs. Not to be daunted, I decided to anchor there anyways.

 

I hiked the trails with a fury, attempting to outrun my bad mood. Banana Slugs littered the trail, their courage bolstered from the night’s rain. I dodged them on my way to the south end of the island, where I sat on a cliff, overlooking the Salish Sea. I weighed and considered the various paths my life could take, depending on if I got the property or not. Once again, I reached my Zen. Perfectly content with the either of the paths before me.

 

Adventures

On the way back, I passed the Adventures.

I was just about to head back when my cell phone beeped. It was an email from my realtor, and it contained the words ‘…attached is a signed acceptance letter from the seller…’. And just like that, one path in my life disappeared while another sprang into solidity. ‘Holy Shit!’ I thought to myself. I high tailed it back to the boat to figure out the next steps.

 

The piece of property I’ve been trying to buy is located on Decatur Island. It’s near the western shore, just across from Center Island, inside Lopez Sound. Lopez Sound has been a long time favorite anchorage of mine. It has excellent day sailing, solid holdings, and an escape from the summer crowds. The property matches all the requirements I was looking for.

 

I have no plans to develop the property as a residence. I plan to use it recreationally for the foreseeable future. Simply a place to store stuff, grow a garden, and a place for friends and family to pitch a tent. So if you are a sailor on the Salish Sea, consider this an open invitation to drop me a line and stop by.

 

Lopez Sound will continue to be a safe anchorage for Solace. The property will not replace my sailing adventures, so much as enhance them. I plan to grow a hardy garden, build a root cellar, and hunt on the island. I see a lot of canning and wine brewing in my future. The property will be a place to store food and equipment that I can’t keep on the boat. It will be a gathering place for friends and family to come together and bear witness to the beauty of the islands.

 

I’ve met a handful of long-time residents to the island. All were sincere and hardy people, friendly and welcoming. I expect that I’ll fit right in.

 

A before-shot of the property before clearing it with a weed-eater.

A before-shot of the property before clearing it with a weed-eater.

An after-shot of the property after a couple hours with the weed-eater.

An after-shot of the property after a couple hours with the weed-eater.

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One Response to “Swallowing The Anchor”
  1. Lee says:

    Congratulations! Enjoying the blog, keep up the good work!

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