The clouds disappeared, wind died, temperature climbed, and water got glassy as Starr moseyed up the passage. The crew migrated to the flying bridge to enjoy the fine weather. I had to rummage through my gear to find my hat and sunglasses that hadn't been needed for days.
Our destination was Otter Cove, an opening on the mainland at the northeast end of Bainbridge Passage. We decided to try our luck fishing just before entering the cove, so we stopped Starr, drifted, and dropped a couple of herring baited hooks to the bottom in 200 feet of water. It didn't take long for Don and Lori to catch two six pound "yellow eye" rockfish, a type of red snapper.
Don carefully nosed Starr between rock piles and into the cove. He has a very nice directional sonar on the boat that shows the bottom features in every direction. The system takes a a bit of getting used to, but it completely eliminates the mystery of what lies below the surface.
On the way in we saw seals basking on exposed rocks and otters cruising around on their backs. Lori and I took the dinghy out to explore the cove after the fish cleaning was done. We didn't see any opening in the dense forest that looked like good hiking so we stayed in the boat.
The sautéed yellow eye was superb, and Starr enjoyed a peaceful evening snugly anchored all alone in Otter Cove.
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