Deception Pass is in Washington State, between Whitbey and Anacortes Islands. We decided to go there because ferries are expensive, especially if your vehicle goes overheight due to kayaks.
The weather forecast was really bad for Saturday, somewhat bad for Sunday, and good for Monday. Luckily, I never pay much attention to weather forecasts. Also luckily, we were sufficiently inefficient at loading kayaks onto cars that by the time we finally got there, the evening turned out really nice. This is us having dinner on the beach.
This would be my attempt at a fancy artistic shot of waves breaking against the setting sun...
Ya gotta love the backcountry wilderness Coke machine. They must have run underground power wires about 200 yards (from the closest backcountry wilderness concession stand...), just to power this thing. Notice how they've designed a special slightly-less-insultingly-red Coke machine, just for installation in State Parks. Maybe that ``Supersize Me'' dude was onto something.
I am left speechless by the beautiful sunset.
Sunday dawned bright and sunny under beautiful blue skies. Not that any of us emerged from the tents until about 4 hours later, but it was still sunny after sleeping in and making pancakes and packing and repacking and packing the cars some more, and driving to Bowman Bay at the north end of the park. This is Megan and Phil (who has more photos of our trip posted) paddling off for a bit.
I need to practice the whole holding the camera level thing. I wasn't even in a boat for this shot...
Natalie.
Stephen.
Natalie again. In a kelp bed. There was also the coolest brown algae that looked really cool and blue and shimmery in the sun. But I didn't see a good way to photograph it that didn't risk way too much proximity between expensive cameras and salty water. So you'll just have to go down there yourself, some day.
Oliver paddling out of a neat little sea cave that I was too chicken to paddle Ross's boat into. I blame the big-ass wake from the big-ass powerboat that was hitting the rocks just as we passed the cave.
Megan cooks dinner. Phil has a weirder IR/ visible version of the same shot on his web site.
Me, in Oliver's river boat. I tell ya, those river boats turn on a dime. Whether you want them to or not. Give me 17' of ocean-going goodness and a rudder, any day.
Megan and I, paddling back out of the sunset. Normally you're supposed to ride off into the sunset, but then where do you go?
Monday (which was forecast to be the only decent day of the weekend, you'll recall) was kinda foggy. So we dropped the boats into a little lake separated from the sea by a sand dune, and explored.
Natalie.
Megan.
Oliver.
Oliver again, in the water lily patch.
Natalie and Megan, as the mist burns off the lake.