It’s going to be a hot one today, probably in the high eighties, and there isn’t any breeze.  But, it’s better than being home in Redding, where it’s over 100 degrees.  

Al is still sleeping when I go paddling at 0700 hrs.  I can’t paddle too far today, probably only a couple of hours, since this is Sunday, and Al’s fixing biscuits and gravy for breakfast. Can’t wait.

I headed toward Spencer Spit, figuring to paddle for an hour before turning around and paddling back to the boat.  

I noticed some disturbed water along the shore and zoomed in with my camera to take a look.  Otters!  There were six of these clowns having a gay old time.  I followed them.  They’d haul out and play on the rocky shore for a while, and then head back to the water, swimming a little farther north.  

When they got to a dock, they had to check it out.

And, then they had to check me out.  I call this “otter rubbernecking”.  

I’ve found that otters get bored very easily, so once they’d climbed up on the dock, checked it out for about 30 seconds, they were on to the next adventure.  It turned out that their next adventure was onshore.  I watched as they scampered up a sandy beach, headed for the trees.  Well, it was fun while it lasted.

By now, it was time to head back to the boat.  On my way I came across this blue heron on a rocky shore.

It was getting late, so I didn’t have time to take a lot of photos.  I did stop long enough to get these shots of a couple of juvenile mergansers.

Al hailed me on the radio to tell me, “The biscuits are in the oven”.  I started paddling faster.

After a delicious breakfast.  I was looking out the window when I saw a fellow and his dog on a paddle board.  I thought he was probably taking the dog ashore to do his “business”.  But, no.  He was taking the dog for a paddle.  

The dog looked pretty bored, probably wondering, “Are we there yet?”