When we’re on a long vacation, we try to build in a rest day or two. These are days when we don’t run around very much, so we can enjoy the days when we do more.
Today was one of those days. I got a really good sleep last night. The mattress was firm and my body cooperated. I awoke about 6 AM with a few aches but nothing like the previous day. That’s really helpful on a day when we’re not doing much. I find that when we are doing a lot, I can ignore the pain better. When we’re mostly relaxing, it’s a lot more difficult.
My husband went down for breakfast, but I wasn’t hungry so I decided not to eat “just because.” I went online while trying to see through the fog that blanketed the marina and mountains. The whole landscape was covered by a gray shroud. The meteorologists had said today would be like yesterday, but so far I was not convinced.
When my husband came back, I gave him the computer and sat in the armchair, feet up on the ottoman. I could not see the snow capped mountains yet. So I pulled out a novel and read for a while.
By about 10 AM the fog had thinned a bit. I could now see across the bay. We decided to take a short drive along the coastline in Seward. As we left town, the road we were on turned into hard packed dirt – a bit like a washboard, too. We came upon a beach access at Lowell Point, part of a state recreation area. We walked the short distance to the beach – perhaps 5 minutes. We found a black sand beach covered with small rocks, some of which seemed to be from cliffs that had been blasted for roads. It was lovely. You could just make out the forms of mountains across the bay through the fog. There were two men – spaced a respectful distance apart – fishing from the beach. As we walked back to the car, we encountered two women who asked if anyone had caught any fish. The women appeared to be local Native Americans (Aleuts) and were very pleasant. We were treated to a visit from a soaring eagle as we approached the car.
We continued on our way, returning via the same dirt road – the only road – into the area. We commented on obvious rock slide areas that had damaged some of the small bridges. Then I spotted something in the water. It was a sea lion. We watched for a while. But since sea lions can swim under water for a considerable length of time, it wasn’t long before he disappeared from sight.
As we traveled further, I spotted something else in the water – but I knew it wasn’t a sea lion. It was much smaller. It was a sea otter! There he was, floating along on his back, rear feet paddling every now and again while he ate some tasty morsel. When we had almost reached the paved road, I spotted another sea otter and we stopped to watch him.
We returned to our room and I read again while my husband wrote our vacation journal. I settled back into the armchair to read. Suddenly, the top of one of the mountains across the bay was shining like it was gold plated. In a few minutes, the sun was shining. It was beautiful! I went out on the balcony to feel the sunshine. I spotted a sea lion cruising the marina, swimming under the rows of boats, surfacing in the “aisles” between then submerging once again. My husband joined me and we shared the entertainment.
Eventually we were both hungry. Instead of going out to eat, my husband ran across the street for take-out and brought it back to the room. We sat in front of the window watching the sun sparkle on boats, water and mountains while we ate. We would have eaten on the balcony, but it is a bit on the chilly side today with the breeze that blowing.
While I write this, my husband has taken a walk to a “lagoon” across the street. Armed with the camera and binoculars, I suspect he out “hunting” for eagles or other wildlife.
I plan to enjoy the view from this room for the rest of the afternoon. I have never seen anything more beautiful and I want to etch it into my mind so I will never forget it. Even quiet days here are remarkable.