Ilwaco Harbor Stroll: Checking Out the Marina's Sights and Sounds
It was one of those rare, deliciously warm spring days when we walked along Ilwaco’s harbor. The air was almost still. There was just a slight breeze, barely no more than a whisper.
All of commercial and charter boats sat neatly in rows, tied up to the docks side-by-side. Their nearly perfect mirror images were reflected on the water’s surface. We peeked around and saw hardly anyone. There was only a handful of skippers and deck hands scrubbing the vessels down after the morning’s run out into the Pacific.
Those customers who had clambered aboard the charters in the pre-dawn hours in hopes of landing a big one had disappeared. More than likely they had returned to their rumpled beds for a nap or were gathered at one the local taverns to regale the day’s adventure over some pints of beer.
We passed by a boat with a tinny radio playing country western music. The crooner lamented the loss of his true love and a passing seagull commiserated with him, letting out a plaintive cry as it flew by.