Showed up at my local launch site on Bainbridge Island Christmas Eve and was met with scenery that was poetry for the soul. The fog was lifting over glass-like water in Eagle Harbor. The sun was just peeking through the clouds sitting in an otherwise blue sky. The air was winter-crisp at 37 degrees F. Magic.
Eagle Harbor, Bainbridge Island
A sweet little cove in Eagle Harbor
I paddled leisurely around Eagle Harbor, past the pubs and into my favorite cove on the south side of the harbor and then out into Puget Sound. I was able to go further back into the cove than I had ever been due to a very high tide.
Here’s a few of the scenes from a simply magical day out paddling.
Christmas Eve. Peace Out.