Oh Lord above, send down a dove with beak as sharp as razors
To cut the throat of them there blokes what sells bad beer to sailors!
Sailor’s Prayer by Tom Lewis (heard in the beer tent)
We showed the boat at the festival and got a lot of attention. Almost a constant flow of people came on the boat or craned their necks in the door to see the interior. We spent three days answering questions and talking about boat and boat design. It was tiring but mostly fun.
The trip up was interesting. We got a late start on Wednesday, and after a stop in Ballard for groceries we made it through the locks at five PM and headed across the Sound to go the seven miles to Kingston for the night. The weather was nice and we had a perfect falling tide so we decided instead to go all the way up instead of stopping. With the new moon and thick clouds it got very dark in a hurry. Lightning played to the North where we were heading. It was scary but fun. With the current we were going almost 10 knots most of the way, peering into the dark for other boats and deadheads. We entered the marina by spotlight and took the first empty slip we found. (In the morning they charged us $40 for the night, which was pretty annoying.)
Meryll had a toothache most of the trip and was pretty miserable much of the time, but she took a lot of aspirin and did the best she could.
Storm Petrel on the left is the latest boat out of Sam’s shop. Cyndie was a wonderful neighbor for the four days:
Mats Mats bay was chilly when we stopped on the way home. We lit the furnace, watched the Simpsons on the computer, and went to bed early. People really loved the furnace when we left it running during the show. Everyone commented on how homey it was.
Our anchor hung up on something and we lost it trying to pull it up. The line broke at the splice to the chain.
People have gotten in trouble there – King 5 News:
From Afoot & Afloat North Puget Sound – a great book:
We idled out of the bay very slowly through the narrow channel, past the rocks and around the shoals, and went a few miles to Port Ludlow where we had a very leisurely and delicious breakfast while waiting for the fog to lift. Port Ludlow is quite elegant. Breakfast was wonderful. Try the Challah bread French toast: