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Sunday, June 17, 2012

TOURISTS IN SEATTLE



The Classic Yacht Association held a boat show at the Bell Street Marina, so we went down to the waterfront to play tourist. 



The Seattle waterfront is undergoing a massive transformation.  Construction, traffic, barriers, detours, it’s a delightful mess.   But you can see the promise and the hope of what could and likely will be.  Once the Viaduct is down, there’s an opportunity for a near world-class waterfront. 

Once we got through the mess, we went to the Marina and visited the boats, many of which were open for boarding.











The Classic boats represented a wide spectrum of yesteryear.  From the elegant ‘Olympus’ to a small liveaboard ‘well used’ old wooden boat.  The ‘Olympus’ had a surprisingly small wheel house.  3 people could fit in it – but just barely.  But nothing was spared with the elegant salon and separate – and magnificient – formal dining room.  The ‘Olympus’ was from an age where owners ruled and the skipper – paid hand – was relegated to hired help. 







Our favorite was the ‘Corsair II’.  Built in 1926, she’s had the same owners for over 30 years.  50 feet long but impressively narrow, she carried the elegance of her years on scale that one could relate to.  Her pilothouse was comfortable with a nice cushioned bench seat.  A great platform for going north.  All the time worrying that some part from the 1920’s was about to fail…..




There were 3 cruise ships in town and the ‘Norwegian Jewel’ left as we departed the show. 





Seattle’s “Big Wheel” was nearing completion and just had to include a shot of the space needle as we played tourist.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

KELLI's FIRST CRUISE


We were eagerly anticipating Kelli’s first sailing trip.  Jodi’s niece, 7 years old, had been looking forward to this trip for a while.  It was to be Ken’s first trip as well on the boat.  Having new folks on board changes the dynamics of a cruise.  Familiar places to us become new experiences.  Old  becomes new. 



Unfortunately the weather forecast wasn’t cooperating.  A ‘vigorous’ front was moving in on Thursday with forecasted 20 to 30 knot winds.  The wind should soften the balance of the weekend, but the rain sounded like a spigot that would be turned on and off again at will.  Showers and partly sunny seems to be a euphemism for ‘not going to be great, but won’t rain 100% of the time’.   We would have to make do.



Kelli first got a tour of the entire boat.  Stem to stern.   We shared the names of all the rooms.  Bedrooms became staterooms, the kitchen was the galley, and the bathroom was the head.  She came up with her own name for the engine room.  The ‘Dungeon’.  When Ken came down the dock, Kelli took him in hand and gave him the entire tour, stem to stern.


Under cloudy skies we headed over to Henry Island and predictably it started to rain. 

Jodi's signature dish more than made for the first evening of rain.




On Friday morning the weather cleared and we motored over to Genoa bay via Van Isle to check through customs.  Kelli found 'the best seat in the house' on the bow.




Plenty of time for chatting in the cockpit.


Once in Genoa Bay, Kelli took us for a spin in the Bullfrog.


Ken and Jodi



We also found a hummingbird feeder at Genoa.


Relaxing on the deck.


We saw some orca's and a seal who appeared disinclined to get in the water with the killer whales



Learning how to sail

At English Camp, Kelli learns about the British Flag and it's influence on other flags.  Then she helps take the HUGE flag down.
And helps fold it up.

And is personally thanked for her services!
After English Camp, we hiked to the summit of Mount Young
Steep.
Nice view from the top
Later that night severe cork drama required delicate surgery.
And innovation, but all was well in the end.


Tired after SO MANY adventures!!


A quick map of the adventure.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

WEEKEND UPDATE


I gave our Sunday morning walk short shrift!  At the last minute I grabbed the camera as I was excited (meaning ‘dragged along to’) go on our morning walk.   Along the way Jodi noticed a bank full of flowers and bees.  I tried to get a few shots, but didn’t download them till later.  Some of them worked….






TIGER, FEIEREABEND, AND KAYAKING


This was a ‘stay at home’ weekend.   Which meant, of course, get out and do stuff, but don’t drive too far.



Saturday we tackled Tiger.  Didn’t take any pictures because, well, it’s Tiger Mountain.  Lush and green, but no real views.  Just 3 miles up, 3 miles down, with 2,000 feet of sweat inducing, heart pounding elevation gain.   Jodi lightly scampered up.  Like a gazelle.  I tromped behind her.  Leaden feet.  Groan, need to get out more.



Saturday night was one of our favorite places.  Feierabend, which means ‘quitting time, and what comes after that’ (or along those lines) in German.  Great selection of German beers, served in nice German glassware and really good German food.  I had a Ham Hock with meat falling off the bone.  Jodi had a sautéed pork dish.  Both had pickled red cabbage.  Yum.



Sunday was a walk, some cleaning, and a quick kayak trip over to Newport Shores.  Where the other half a percent lives.  Some really nice homes over there and some nice boats.  One fellow has both a great trawler and a nice upper end day sailor.  Best of both worlds.  And they are parked adjacent to his front lawn.




Tiger worked the legs, the kayak trip worked the arms.  And the house got clean.  Not a bad weekend.

Anacortes and La Conner Cruise



Several months ago mom asked if we’d like to take her on San Juan Island Yacht Club’s first cruise of the year – The ‘Vice Commodore’s Cruise’.  Originally scheduled for Ganges, BC, the committee apparently favored Anacortes and La Conner as the destination of choice.



Thursday morning we made the now well-traveled trip up I-5 to Anacortes and took up station in lane 4 awaiting the 8:30 am boat.



By 10am we were at the boat unloading and Devin and Kayla had brought mom down from the house.   2 large dock carts full of what seemed to be a months provisioning were loaded into the boat.



The weekend’s forecast was generally good, but being Memorial Day weekend and still early in the year, it was going to change fast and sure enough while at Friday Harbor an angry cloud with rain displaced the sun in short order then moved on leaving us with a pretty good day.



We left Friday Harbor and motored for roughly 3 hours, sighting a large Sea Lion on a buoy just outside of Anacortes.



Even though the cruise formally began on Friday, there were several early arrivals.  Mom was on this committee, so she had some duties with the organizers and it was nice to have helping hands on the dock to take the lines.



Jodi and I gave Rex and Kuper a decent walk, then Bruce and Carol joined us for cocktail hour which gave way to dinner in the cockpit.   Jodi served up her signature dish, a ‘kitchen sink pasta’ which seems to change every time she prepares it.  It’s a hit and I can’t get enough of it.



Friday was the formal check in day and Mom’s task was to give new arrivals their ‘skippers packet’. 



Jodi and I took the opportunity to take the dogs for a quick hike up a hill overlooking the marina.  The top afforded a nice view.



The evening was supposed to be ‘hearty appetizers’ which we took for a substitute for dinner.  Jodi made a killer sausage dish which was gone in about 30 seconds.  The rest of the fare was fairly standard appetizers and not really a dinner substitute.  Oh well, live and learn.




Saturday dawned beautiful.  Not a cloud in the sky.  Mom made a very good breakfast and used some of Jodi’s sauce on the farm fresh eggs from the previous evenings hors d’oeuvres. A solid hit.   We hit the farmers market, walked through the “WT PRESTON” and found a few book stores.




The “WT PRESTON” was a ‘snag boat’, used for pulling stumps and debris from local rivers to keep them navigable early the last century.   Some historic society in Anacortes had her hauled to a location just outside the Marina and for $3 you can go through it.  And ring the bell.  It looks like an industrial riverboat of old which essentially it is.  It’s huge, but only draws 4 feet and was driven by a paddle wheel.  I remember seeing it in Lake Washington and I remembered how they anchored her.  She has two ‘spuds’ which were huge steel shafts.  Raised high they looked like stubby masts.  Lowered, they went through the hull and pierced the muddy bottom of any river or lake, and ‘anchored’ the WT PRESTON if the water was shallow enough.



Jodi got a kick out of the galley.  There was a cook on board who seemed to be a revered fellow.  He provisioned once a week and was in the habit of asking the crew what they fancied for food.  On one such occasion, the crew, to a person, said ‘we don’t care’.  The following week all they got were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the whole week.  It was the last time they ‘didn’t care’



Just before dinner the club christened two boats.  Champagne was smashed on the bow in a traditional christening.



We also got to tour the ‘Teal’.  Built in 1927 she has been magnificently restored and captain Kit has done a fantastic job with her – especially the engine room.  The only way I could describe it is take a well organized world class chief.  Picture their ideal Kitchen – every conceivable utensil, all highly and efficiently organized.  Now translate that to the engine room.  You could eat in there.  Flawless. 



Dinner was at the ‘Majestic’.  There were 3 choices – I picked the steak, always a safe choice.  The pasta got fair to good reviews, but Mom and Jodi had the fish.  Swing and a miss.



SUNDAY



Early morning start.  Early for this cruise.  It pales in comparison to some of our 4am starts when we went around Vancouver Island, but for this civilized cruise, 8am was still an early departure. 



We headed out and in short order were in ‘the ditch’, the Swinomish Slough.  The slough creates ‘Fidalgo Island’, which is an Island in name only.  The slough is roughly 9 miles long and from the north, the small town of La Conner is about at the 6 mile mark.



The current was running a bit, but we docked without incident and set out to explore La Conner – which turned out to be a mild disappointment.



I remember La Conner as charming and quaint.  It still retains some of that feeling, but several of the shops were closed and of those that were open, only a few offered something really unique or special.  And every shop was geared for tourists.  La Conner is a tourist trap. 



For Anacortes, tourism is a plus – an added benefit to an otherwise nice little town.  Take away the tourists and Anacortes would soldier on.  La Conner wouldn’t last more than a season without tourists.



There are still some nice places and seemingly a few good restaurants, but taken as a whole my perception was La Conner had lost a few steps over time and was a tired reflection of what it was 20 or 30 years ago.



The club had a pleasant barbeque on the lawn behind the Marina and we all tumbled into our bunks somewhat early.


Monday morning was a bit drippy, so we decided to catch the later slack through deception pass.  The way back was a bit long, but all in all a successful cruise. 

Later that night a nice sunset!