Poulsbo
Trip Start
Aug 06, 2010
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Trip End
Aug 07, 2010
Leaving Keyport, I quickly darted across the channel to the far side of the bay and headed towards Poulsbo. The paddle was fairly uneventful. The drizzle had held off. Powerboats would pass me by. I could taste the finish. I've driven to Poulsbo countless times along 305, but this was the first time I've seen it from the water. The landscape appeared new. Houses, landmarks, and the geography looked familiar yet fresh from this different vantage.
Passing the Poulsbo Marina I could see the seal nursery on the breakwater. Older seals and their pups lolled about on the floats, and one or two adults slid into the water to get a closer look. I stopped paddling to glide by, attempting to take a picture. A head poked above the surface and barked at me as I continued on my way. John asked that we paddle first to the far end of the marina, to the pavilion, where we could accept our prize. We would then paddle back to the boat launch to take our kayaks out. I almost went straight to the launch, figuring once I was out of this kayak I was not squeezing myself back in. Luckily I saw some others heading towards the pavilion so I joined the parade. John was on a float, congratulating all the kayakers who completed the trip, tossing us a lei, and sending us on our way. I paddled back over to the boat launch, ready for a rest. As I crawled out of my kayak I was pleased to see a friend had come down to the park to greet me as I finished. Although I felt like a bumbler as I began the previous morning, I was glad to have completed the trip, and extremely happy to have as much fun as I did. Now to plan for the next one, as soon as the floor stocks rocking back and forth.
Passing the Poulsbo Marina I could see the seal nursery on the breakwater. Older seals and their pups lolled about on the floats, and one or two adults slid into the water to get a closer look. I stopped paddling to glide by, attempting to take a picture. A head poked above the surface and barked at me as I continued on my way. John asked that we paddle first to the far end of the marina, to the pavilion, where we could accept our prize. We would then paddle back to the boat launch to take our kayaks out. I almost went straight to the launch, figuring once I was out of this kayak I was not squeezing myself back in. Luckily I saw some others heading towards the pavilion so I joined the parade. John was on a float, congratulating all the kayakers who completed the trip, tossing us a lei, and sending us on our way. I paddled back over to the boat launch, ready for a rest. As I crawled out of my kayak I was pleased to see a friend had come down to the park to greet me as I finished. Although I felt like a bumbler as I began the previous morning, I was glad to have completed the trip, and extremely happy to have as much fun as I did. Now to plan for the next one, as soon as the floor stocks rocking back and forth.


