Rode our bikes all around Point Roberts. I mean that literally, because it's a very small place. Found lots of luscious blackberries. Ate a delicious lunch at the Dockside Cafe. Had stuffed Cornish game hen, boiled new potatoes, and mixed vegetables. Roy had carrot cake for dessert, and I had lemon meringue pie. Boy, was it good!
Bought a new U.S. flag and a crab trap. Took the stuff back to the boat, and then rode our bikes to Canada (all of two miles). Rode around a lot of expensive suburbs in Tsawassan. Marveled at the low-
tide beaches. When the tide goes out around here, it just keeps agoin'.
We had two minor crises today, both of which were easily solved. The first occurred in the morning, when we were getting ready to go bike riding. Even though we don't need passports to cross the border, I wanted to take them with us just in case. They weren't in their usual place! Panic! Where were our passports? After scratching our heads for a while, Roy remembered we'd had them in Ensenada, so they were probably with our ship's papers. That's exactly where they were. Whew!
The next crisis occurred in the evening. Roy was putting up our new U.S. flag, and I went to get our Canadian courtesy flag, which I knew I'd put under the mattress. It wasn't there! Both of us searched every inch under the mattress, but no luck. Finally, Roy moved the bicycles in the fo'c'sle and looked under the mattress there. He found the flag immediately. Whew again!
The boat next to us, "Chaim", went out about 7 p.m. An hour or so later, the Coast Guard towed her back in. The "Chaim" had run over a fishing net and gotten it entangled in their twin props. Three angry fishermen arrived soon afterwards.
The skipper of the "Chaim" told Roy it's a zoo out there. This is a three-day weekend in Canada, so zillions of boats are going out, and there are fishing boats pulling nets all over the place.
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