Everyone gathers on one of the front decks of the the Edmonds-Kingston ferry to ponder the water ahead. Left to right: Greg, Liz, Sarah, Dan, Nikki, and Alan.
Hair blows in the breeze as we near Kingston. Left to right: Liz, Dan, Sarah, and Nikki.
Greg lashes the tarp to his foliaged kin while Nikki makes like a tree and stares quitely.
Greg continues to work diligently and stealthfully in the tree to tie up the tarp.
Nothing new, once again Greg entertains himself with knots why everone else watches with rapt expressions. The van we came in can be seen in the background. Left to right: Greg, Sasha, Dan, Sarah, Allen, Liz, and Nikki.
Liz, Sasha, and Dan stand round the stove. Here is proof that, despite what the last few images might suggest, Greg did not put the tarp up single handedly: Sasha acts as a temporary tarp post.
Sarah, Sasha, Nikki, and Dan talk under the tarp while (surprise, suprise!) Greg finishes up the tarp tieing.
Nikki, Allen, Dan, and Liz hang around the table under the completed tarp. (No, it is not raining, but it did rain a little later.)
Rocks in the surf just north of the campground.
Dan and Allen linger on the beach while Sasha and Alan (not shown) slosh around in the very cold water.
Sasha wanders oceanward to dampen her toes.
Alan wanders beachward to dry off his toes. (Dan is using Alan's camera)
Sarah and Sasha explore some very cool tidepools in the rocks north of the campgrand.