AUGUST CRUISE PART 1

We had planned a vacation Jodi’s brother and niece, but while we had the dates, we hadn’t worked out an itinerary.  Their arrival coincided (nearly to the minute) of completing the move onto the boat.  For the last few days we had boxes in the cockpit as we figured out the storage, but the boat was once again a boat with everything having a home. 

We decided this would be a great opportunity to explore our new neighborhood.   In the immediate vicinity of Seattle there are several destinations close by, so with no real plans, we set out to explore them.

Our first stop Saturday night was the yacht club outstation at Port Madison.   Always a nice property, it’s been improved over the years and makes for a nice visit.  We met a long time sailor who finally decided to move over to powerboating, but he remarked that his favorite cruising sailboat was the maple leaf 42.  ‘What a great boat’ he said.  We agree!

We also had an interesting encounter with a family on a nearby boat.  It was a new sport fisherman and after dinner, their big screen came on along with pulsing music that shook the hull.  The power of their sound system was impressive, but it had no place in a quiet harbor.   It was intrusive, but because it was coming from inside, it was just muted enough not to warrant a direct request to tone it down.   We assumed there were ill supervised kids at play.  After about 5 minutes, a couple of 12 year old boys came down the dock, climbed on the boat, opened the door (which really let the volume out!) and we heard the boys say ‘turn it down it’s way too loud’.   The music volume dropped and these two kids apologized to us for their ‘crazy parents’.

We later met these two kids along with their sister up at the playground.  What great kids!   They were pretty athletic, but when Kelli started some of her gymnastic routines on the bars at the play ground, these kids were impressed and the 12 year old boy said ‘how do you do that’?  He tried to emulate some of the moves and chuckled to himself as he flailed away on the bars failing miserably.

We left Port Madison the following morning.  Ken had purchased Mariner tickets so we motored across the sound to the Bell Street Harbor Marina, effectively in downtown Seattle.   Jodi and Kelli took a ‘pedicab’ to the stadium while Ken and I hoofed the 20 something blocks to Safeco Field. 

It was a good game and the mariners won.   We were playing the Twins and I sat next to a Grandma from Minnesota rooting for her beloved Twins.  I’m sure that our conversation bore little resemblance to, say, a Yankee / Detroit fan smack talk session.  I’d comment that the Twins look pretty good.  She would say ‘oh it’s been a tough year, Seattle is so much better’.   Two reserved Lutherans rooting for their teams, but being very polite, saying only positive things about the other team.

After the game we ambled back to the boat and took a dinghy ride along the waterfront.  I noticed a black hulled sleek sailboat under full sail and thought I recognized the boat.  Sure enough, it was ‘Couragous’, our old camp boat owned by the Helsell family.  We got close and I yelled, “Nor’wester, ’68” and got a thumbs up from the skipper.

 

I talked to him later in the harbor and he had bought the boat from the Helsell’s some 20 years ago.   The boat looked great and brought back good memories of ‘Norm and Charley’, the skipper and mate who taught us much about sailing.

A little later in the evening a fellow ambled over and was admiring “Couragous” and we got chatting.  He offhandedly mentioned he just got done rowing down from Juneau, Alaska.  His name was Dick and he just completed a near 1500 mile rowing journey.  He showed me his boat and we talked about many of the places in the inside passage.  Butedale, Namu, and many other places that brought back memories of past trips up North.   He had built a removable platform in the boat and modified a Northface tent for sleeping at night.  During the day the tent was removed, and the platform stowed.  Dick was quite a fellow and had long dreamed of this trip.  He was enthused to be in Seattle, soaking up the experience. 

 

Monday morning dawned and Ken and I grabbed our laptops, went to our respective hotspots, and pounded out some work.  Later we went to the Market and scored some nice steaks.  By early afternoon we were ready to go and set a course to Blake Island, a state park only a few miles from Downtown Seattle.  Leaving Seattle, the fireboat put on quite a show.

 

 

 

I don’t have a complete history of the island, but it was owned by a fellow named ‘Trimble’ early in the 1900’s, purchased so his wife could pursue her gardening habit.  Somehow it became a state park and now has a small marina and is home to the ‘Tillicum Village’ dinner and native American dance experience.

The dock was full, but we moored between two pilings and were quite secure for the evening.  We all took a long hike on the island (we weren’t really lost, but without a map we probably meandered a bit).
Blake island is a real gem and offers much of the same experience as Sucia, albeit with a bit more density and sound from passing boats and overhead planes.  It’s not quite ‘the islands’ but is close. We hiked for a couple of hours and saw very few people.

We witnessed ‘one of those moments’ while at Blake.  A Cal 29 came around the breakwater with a good turn of speed.  A women with short cropped hair was at the helm and a fellow was on the bow trying to get the lines ready.  I thought they were going fairly fast and then the gal aimed the boat at the dock.  We all sat up as the poor fellow on the bow tried to simultaneously get the fenders and the lines ready, but ultimately failing at both as the boat rammed the dock and then careened into a powerboat.  We later learned the gal was a full lieutenant in the navy.  They just bought the boat 8 hours earlier.

The steaks and accompanying wine were magnificent and we turned in for the evening following a fine sunset.

Tuesday morning we hiked a bit more then departed and headed for the locks.  I had not locked through in years.  The last time was with Dad as we brought the boat in for one of the old opening day weekends.   With much anticipation and instruction we entered the locks and made secure within the locks as the water swirled and we rose to the level of Lake Washington.  Jodi commented ‘that’s all there is to it’?  She was prepared for a much more arduous experience but if all parties are prepared (and she was), it’s pretty simple.

We opened the bridges and with only 10 minutes to spare before rush hour the Fremont Bridge opened for us and we entered Lake Union.  Our destination was a little known dock open for reciprocal moorage right next to the old ‘Latitude 47’ (Now Rock Salt Restaurant) building.

A short walk later we found “Serious Pie”, a Tom Douglas restaurant focused on Pizza.  Perfect evening.

Wednesday morning we split up.  Jodi, Ken and Kelli took a cab to the waterfront to the ‘great wheel’ and Rex and I walked the 1.9 miles to the same place.  I took Rex through Pike Place Market and his nose was working overtime.  At one point we walked by a bakery and his entire body shifted course behind that large nose trying desperately to get into the bakery.

When I arrived the other 3 were on the wheel, taking in the views on the ride.

 

 

We went back to the Market for lunch then we all walked back to the boat.

While we had planned to stay in the lake for a couple of days, we thought about the balance of the week and on the spur of the moment decided to exit the lake and get into saltwater to springboard to another destination Thursday morning. 

It’s been a long time since we opened bridges and locked through, but the deck hands were finding their rhythm.  Kelli was becoming adept at tying the fenders and preparing the lines.

Wednesday evening found us back at Port Madison. Being midweek, there was only one other boat at the docks.

Ken and I had a ‘National Geographic’ moment Thursday morning.  There were 6 seals on a finger pier near the boat.  One was snorting and woke me up.  Ken then joined me in the cockpit and we watched the seals.  A family of otters were just down the dock scampering around and on the other side a very patient great blue heron eyed the small fish beneath the dock.  The sound of garbage collection and a car alarm muted the experience.