I climbed into my orange plastic Kayak and zoomed off to the green shallows of Young Cove. Just what is it that makes paddling this waterway such pleasure? Sometimes I think it is the kayak music. That is the musical sound of the hull traveling through the water on a quiet day. It is constantly changing and it is always calming to me.
As I come to the end of the cove I notice that there is no evidence of the shipwreck which had been rusting and disintegrating in the shallows for more than a decade. I don't know who owned the boat, but it is like the couple thousand boats which are abandoned along the 2,000 miles of shoreline in Puget Sound. Somebody's dream had died and the wreck became a persistent reminder of that failure.