My son and his family were up for T-giving and the weather was nice on Friday, so we decided to take advantage of it. A day cruise around the South end of Whidbey w/ a stop near Double Bluff. We took a crab pot hoping to catch a Dungie or two. No luck.
As we left Everett and ran along the southern edge of the bay towards Mukilteo we found ourself surrounded by...logs...I mean hundreds of them, all of various sizes from 1-2' to +20' and some barely visible. It was a nightmare negotiating them like I was a rat in a maze. Hit something at slow speed; contacted under the port co-pilot seat and thumped the prop as it passed, causing a momentary drop in rpms. :x My son quickly looks back and says it appeared "small", about 1' by a few inches. Stopped, lifted the engine; no evident/visible damage.
After about 5-10 minutes of dodging and weaving it didn't improve so I altered course hard to starboard and ran towards Hat Island in hopes of escaping the field. It worked. Guess the winds were pushing all the crap towards the south. Seems to almost be in a line running parallel to the shoreline.
My granddaughter didn't care though. Her only request; "stop the boat from bouncing". :lol:
We gave the shore a wide berth on the return and only encountered a few logs bobbing in our path. The boat seems unscathed except for some obvious scratches/dings in the black gel-coat along the port half, running front to back a few feet long. :roll:
As we left Everett and ran along the southern edge of the bay towards Mukilteo we found ourself surrounded by...logs...I mean hundreds of them, all of various sizes from 1-2' to +20' and some barely visible. It was a nightmare negotiating them like I was a rat in a maze. Hit something at slow speed; contacted under the port co-pilot seat and thumped the prop as it passed, causing a momentary drop in rpms. :x My son quickly looks back and says it appeared "small", about 1' by a few inches. Stopped, lifted the engine; no evident/visible damage.
After about 5-10 minutes of dodging and weaving it didn't improve so I altered course hard to starboard and ran towards Hat Island in hopes of escaping the field. It worked. Guess the winds were pushing all the crap towards the south. Seems to almost be in a line running parallel to the shoreline.
My granddaughter didn't care though. Her only request; "stop the boat from bouncing". :lol:
We gave the shore a wide berth on the return and only encountered a few logs bobbing in our path. The boat seems unscathed except for some obvious scratches/dings in the black gel-coat along the port half, running front to back a few feet long. :roll: