Sailing The San Juans – Post 5 – (Part 4 of 4)

I had both my coat and life jacket on for the first time this trip due to the strong winds and chilly weather.

Sean Circle Boat

Once around Deer Harbor, the wind died down and it got hot again. We radioed into the harbor to get our slip assignment in the marina. And they were super helpful in assisting us while docking. That was awesome. It’s nice to have help. Docking always makes me nervous.

Deer Harbor is our first marina we stopped at this trip, and it’s kind of fun knowing that you can stay out without refueling water, or gas or plugging into shore power for over a week. We could have gone longer as we weren’t out of any of those things yet.

Once docked, and set up, Jackson and I went to go check in.

Walking on Dock Jackson

Jackson got the yellow slip to put in the window to signify that we are all paid up, and brought it back to Lindsey, who was hooking up the shore power.

Giving Mooring Slip to Mom

We hung out and went to the little store they have here, and walked the docks a bit, got familiar with the place, and ate some ice cream.

Eating Ice Cream

Jackson got so messy we had to hose him off, which he was totally cool with.

Cleaning off with hose

On the docks we met up with a couple who were also on a sailboat, and also had a toddler (about 3 years old.)

They said they saw us in Fox Cove, and were on a buoy right next to us, and then they saw us in Patos. And now we were all in Deer Harbor, for the first time, together. Pretty crazy!

To make things even more nuts, we are all planning on being in Friday Harbor on the 3rd and 4th. So we’re accidentally stalking each other. Kind of weird, and fun.

They ended up going to the pool that night, so we decided to meet up later, as we weren’t in our pool gear yet, and wanted to grab dinner.

While asking the reception people at the resort above the marina about the pool, the topic of a free limo service to pick you up to get dinner at a place called “Deer Harbor Inn” came up.

Jackson was really into the little bunnies that are all over the Deer Harbor area, and without knowing that, the reception lady said “Deer Harbor Inn has lots of little rabbits right next to the restaurant.”

So I went back to Lindsey and said, “Hey, how about we grab a limo, get something to eat, and watch the bunnies, all we have to do is call them from phone in the laundry room.” She was confused.

But we did it.

The limo picked us up.

Limo Pulls Up

And we were off.

Limo Ride

Dinner was an adventure. The place was super busy, but no one was inside. Everyone was outside, because of the nice weather. So we snagged the entire inside to ourselves.

Jackson was running around. Inside and outside. And it was totally cool.

Waiter Says Hi

The outside area around the Deer Harbor Inn is really big, it’s like a park.

We did see bunnies, but I didn’t have my camera with me.

But more crazy, Jackson almost got ran over by a deer. It came out of nowhere right behind a building.

Jackson thought that was incredible and wanted to see more. I didn’t think we’d have the opportunity, but we saw lots more.

Deer Running

And there were a couple kittys on the property as well who were walking around inside and out of the restaurant.

Kitty

Jackson also played ping ping in front of the limo that took us there.

Ping Pong

We relaxed outside.

Relaxing Outside

The next day, we decided to stay another day to check out the pool.

I didn’t think he would be, but Jackson was a huge fan of the pool.

He was jumping in over and over again.

Jumping in Water Jackson

 

Happy Jackson Swiming

We really didn’t do much else than hang out a the pool.

And hang out on the boat. And grab some more food and ice cream at the marina shop.

Today, we’re going to see if we can stay another day so Jackson can hang in the pool again. But we’ll see what we end up doing.

Oh, and we’ve been lazy with food stuff. So here’s some random food stuff we ate:

Burgers and Ice Cream

 

Mac and Cheese up Top

 

Potato Hash

Until next time!

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