Surfing with Blue Whales

Today was a day that was worth an entry all in itself, so here goes. I woke up for a little bit of a late breakfast up at the ranch house. All the guests of the b&b had already left for the day, and business was getting back to usual. Doug, Brian and I made plans to find and kill the deer with the gimp leg and turn it into jerky for our trip to Montana. Then we were going to finish putting up the tin on the wall of the barn, and then Brian and I were going to go surfing. After cruising around for an hour in the farms 4x4 gator drinking warm Coors light we accomplished only discovering that the deer had healed its leg, and deciding that we really no longer had a good reason to kill it for jerky. Besides, we still had the llama, which tastes delicious with some good seasoning. Then, we discovered that there were no tin snips with which to cut the tin for the barn siding, and that Brian would have to pick up a pair on our way to the surf spot, so we headed out. The spot we were headed for was a semi-secret cove a mile away from the most northwestern point of the United States, in Wanasuke Bay(probably misspelled, I'll look into it). From the white sandy beach you could look out over the water, which turned slowly from crystal clear sky blue to a deep dark ocean blue all the way to Canada. This was cool, because at least now I've seen Canada, even if I haven't gotten my passport stamped yet. We spent the better part of the day going back and forth between catching waves, and laying on the beach watching a young bald eagle swoop around the point. At one point, we noticed a large plume of water shooting upwards, and as we pointed and wondered, there was another plume, and a giant blue whale fin came gliding out of the water. It repeated this process for a few minutes, then disappeared once more to the depths, leaving us both with huge grins on our faces. We returned home to a farm feast of roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas, fresh steamed cabbage, and rice, with a couple of strawberry rhubarb pies that finished cooling as we finished eating. Brian and I forgot the tin snips, but it didn't matter because one of Doug's friends had come by to hang out for the afternoon, and had had a pair in his car, so we just made a bonfire and sat around it digesting for a few hours. Pretty damn much livin "the Good Life." Now, i am exhausted, and I am going to crawl into my hammock. Goodnight. oh, and pictures to come, sorry.