The ferry dropped us four blocks from the town centre and the Eagle's Rest RV Park, another huge patch of gravel with some 100 sites. Another grassed area was used by tenters. Ours wasn't the only RV park in the town centre. Two others were equally as large. Folks in RVs come here in the thousands to go fishing. The boat harbour covers several acres with at least four well-equipped, free cleaning and processing places. We met a large, happy native man who had his "office" in a blue deck chair at one of these spots. He professed to be the "fasted fish cleaner in the world!" We never saw him perform but watched several others work their magic.
We spent a rainy, laid back morning reading and loafing about with laundry and such. The weather cleared and warmed in the afternoon and I went hiking along the shore with Blarney and biked around the town after geocaches for a couple of hours. Sometime during this slow day choices were made for RV destinations for the next couple of stops. Late in the afternoon, all of us hung around the dock watching the fishing boats bring in their loads of halibut. Biggest was 167 pounds with many many lesser but still huge. Bob and Helen received word that a house sale in New Zealand had been finalized. Celebration time. We went to the Best Western dining room with views over the busy harbour. This memorable dinner began with wine and Alaskan King Crab and ended much later with yummy, lemon dessert.
A young boy "liked Blarney a lot". Joan invited him out in the middle of an open gravel patch where, much to his delight and others watching, she had Blarney perform all his moves. What will happen when we run out of liver treats?
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