We were standing in front of Refuge Cove Store on a warm, sunny Desolation Sound July afternoon. I spotted her in the distance, making her way up the steep and rickety ramp from the dock below. She was was coming our direction, on a mission, looking for someone or something.
“Do one of you fellows own the Tolly 28 Express?” she asked.
The outstretched arms and pointing fingers from my friends turned her attention to me as I was working on a humongous ice cream cone, customary when visiting Refuge Cove.
“That would be my boat,” I replied, wondering what I possibly had done this time. Did I cut them off? My wake? My boat was still tied to the dock and afloat, so I guessed it wasn’t some sort of emergency. She was cheerful-looking little lady, wearing a big smile and a sharp summery nautical outfit. I figured I wasn’t in too much trouble.