This morning (Monday) we woke to find that a record number of balloons had washed into Albert Bay overnight.  All told, we counted three in the water and seven on the beach. 

Of the seven mornings we’ve been here, balloons have washed in on four of them, each in the early part of the week.  K’s theory is that they float in on the land breeze overnight after stupid balloon birthday parties on the weekend.  This may or may not be noteworthy to our favorite oceanographer, Curt Ebbesmeyer and his band of intrepid beachcombers, but we’ll make a report nonetheless. 

K gathered them all up and brought me a beach balloon bouquet. 

 

(Here he thinks he looks like the famous “Crying Indian” enviro-mercial from the 70’s.)

Not to point fingers, but one was clearly labeled “Trader Joe’s.”  These Monday balloons joined those collected earlier this week (and the rest of our trash) in the anchor locker to await proper disposal.

That evening as we sailed for Catalina, we passed yet another seafaring balloon, probably on its way to a beach party at “Balloon Bay.”