The winds have died after last nights’s Westerly 60 knot gales. All the remains is a massive groundswell sweeping up Jaun de Fuca Strait, remnant and reminder of the power of the wind. I replaced the wind instrument on our ground weather station. It seems to be working fine now. Today I will sweep off the boat ramp of debris left from the big Sou’Easter a few days ago. For now the rain has moved in and I think I’ll bake muffins!
The young male e-seal has been spending most of his time by the boat house. He goes down the ramp for a dip a few times a day. He is clearly drawn here by the scent of the female but Misery has put the fear into him from their first bloody encounter.