One Night at Timbers

Every summer I pledge that I will spend more time at the cabin and every summer I don’t spend enough. While I will probably continue to uphold that tradition last week I managed to fit in a whirl wind single night trip.

Dropped off by my trusty water taxi. So very convenient.
Dropped off by my trusty water taxi. So very convenient.

It feels like one rule for going to Timbers is that one must arrive at an inconvenient tide. This time was pretty convenient but I still got to wear the Derkka boots to jump off the front of the boat.

You really have to see them in person to get it. Sorry...
You really have to see them in person to get it. Sorry…

On my walk up to the cabin I found a perfectly good buoy.

A perfectly good buoy. Score!
A perfectly good buoy. Score!

As always the cabin was lovely. I was impressed by the number and variety of flowers this early in June.

Marco mode star flowers?
Marco mode star flowers?
Flowers whose name I don't know with nice black background. They were between the cabin and the outhouse so I guess we can call 'em outhouse flowers...
Flowers whose name I don’t know with nice black background. They were between the cabin and the outhouse so I guess we can call ’em outhouse flowers…

After some primitive surveying activities out on the flats and a tasty can of tuna (forgot the Mayo in Homer) for my evening meal I took advantage of the evening light.

Light is a fascinating thing to photograph. Clearly I need more practice.
Light is a fascinating thing to photograph. Clearly I need more practice.
Super red spruce cones and some light.
Super red spruce cones and some light.
Good night Halibut Cove
Good night Halibut Cove

The next morning I was up at the crack of dawn, or, as others call it, around 11 (because my phone was off). After an entire can of Hash for breakfast (you can’t take it with you) I decided to take advantage of the lack of wind and paddle the kayak that I needed to bring back to Homer out to Glacier Spit.

A light load of gear for the boat
A light load of gear for the boat

I really did pack light and I didn’t even need to put any gear in my front compartment. For once I actually left close to high tide and decided to take advantage of that fact and explore Rusty’s Lagoon behind Glacier Spit.

The far end of Rusty's
The far end of Rusty’s

Kayaks are remarkable vehicles. They are very easy to propel at a surprisingly fast pace and allow access to all sorts of out of the way places. We are fortunately to have a pair of wood kayaks built by my father (see future posts hopefully).

A remarkable little vehicle
A remarkable little vehicle

After reaching the end of Rusty’s Lagoon I decided to portage my boat over the berm to wait for my pickup rather than fight the current. Glacier Spit is a great place to hang out and have lunch.

Incoming Nap. Watching the world pass by on Glacier Spit
Incoming Nap. Watching the world pass by on Glacier Spit
Civilization incoming
Civilization incoming

3 thoughts on “One Night at Timbers”

  1. Now I am really homesick. Thanks for the flower pictures. Dwarf dogwood is another name for outhouse flower.

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