Category Archives: Mud Bay & Rocky Point

If you notice the tides a lot like I do, there are instances when you want to know the official times and measurements for the day’s tides. It’s not enough to look out the window and think “that’s a really high tide” or “looks like at least a minus two.” Of course it is easy enough to buy a tides booklet like Dot’s Fishing Guide at a hardware or sporting-goods store. But Dot’s is limited in the number of tides tables it includes and they always seem to require both a time and measurement correction for your location.

Years ago I stumbled on a great online resource for nationwide information on tides. For my state alone (Washington), it lists 166 locations, including one close enough to Mud Bay that no corrections are needed: Tracyton Dyes Inlet. The web site is easy to use and has never been offline when I have tried it. You can get the tides (and moon data) for up to 14 days at time—present, past, or future. If you need a longer interval, copy and paste the first fortnight into your word processor, change the start date, and click “Get Tides” again. Kudos to the good folks who provide this useful web site:

www.saltwatertides.com

Old Boat at High Tide

No one to my knowledge has ever reported or complained publicly about the old boat beached near the mouth of Mud Bay. Nose to the shore, canted to one side, it was abandoned years ago, positioned precisely so the highest tides gently wash the stern but never threaten to refloat it entirely. My home is on Rocky Point on the east side of Mud Bay, directly across from the boat—about 150 yards away as the seagull flies. Each morning, at first light, I look up from my coffee and computer for a boat check. Yep, still there.

It’s an old wood-hulled craft, perhaps a Monk, 30-plus feet long with a full-length superstructure topped by a small pilot house. The remaining paint attests to a red bottom, white sides, a light blue deck, and a mostly white cabin. The stern deck, where you might stand to fish, is covered with a wooden roof. A four-foot cross that used to bear the running lights pokes up from the pilot house. Several horns are mounted on the superstructure and serve as a reminder that the big vessel was used to getting the right of way. If the name was ever painted on the stern, it was removed long ago. Since we seem to be stuck with the old derelict, one of these mornings I’m going to think of a name for it.