Boxing Day
The sea lions that come to the south Sound in winter have always congregated there at the marina. They were still there, even though the surroundings have changed. The sagging float that they have used for the last 20 years or so remains in place, the last remaining vestige of what once was. The weight of the huge, blubbery bodies overpowered the flotation of the dock, and the platform itself was submerged. Choruses of snorts and grunts echoed in the cold, clear air.
Across the water, off into the western distance, the mountains were out.