Fresh Enough

We're at Ire Inlet on Anger Island tonight. So far we have it to ourselves. There's a sidebar in the guide book that tells the story of a boat entering this inlet that got caught up in the branches of a downed tree partially blocking the entrance in 2001. The tree caught the handlebars of a bike they had tied to the stern of their 52' sailboat. By the time they extricated themselves they had destroyed two bikes, their bbq, four stanchions, the back stay, the stern railing and their dodger. Thankfully they cut back the tree in their efforts to free themselves of it, so we didn't run afoul.

The rain just keeps coming. As we were entering this inlet, I asked Matt to go forward and be my eyes to make sure we missed the rock partially blocking the entrance. Of course the sky opened up and burried us in a torrential downpour while he was up there and I was at the helm. The rain seems to know when we are most vulnerable. As it was, he saw nothing in the murk. It was high(ish) tide, so the water, brown with tannins, was impossible to see into. I remember catching sight of the rock the last time I made my way through. The water must have been deeper today.

We've been threatening to cook hamburgers on the bbq since leaving Shearwater, but just haven't been treated to bbq weather yet. Tonight we're going to do it anyway. Weather be darned. The meat will only last so long.

The rain finally let up shortly before dinner, so while it may not have been bbq weather, at least it wasn't raining. It turns out the vacuum packed pounds of grass fed beef available in the supermarkets last a long time without going bad. Our beef was purchased in Seattle four weeks ago, stored in the fridge and it turned out to be as fresh as the day I bought it. Or so it seemed. Let's hope that's the end of the story.