Seriously, does this mean I'm a cougar?
12 September 2009 | N 48.06.8'N:122.45.33 W'W, Port Townsend, San Juans, Washington
Anne
Sometimes when I sit to write these entries, it's hard to sort through all the things we encountered and experienced since the last entry. I think I will be glad to have this record to refresh my memory when all is said and done.
So, Damn it, we are here - just about. It has been some kind of journey, 2260 miles as of today. We left in May!
Lopez Island was our destination after Friday Harbor. I picked it and it was really nice. We went to a state park on a spit and anchored out. We met some folks on the beach -real sand! They were from the adjacent sailboat "Free Spirit" which sported about five graduated-size pirate flags . We figured they must be fun. Ho Boy! In the course of our beach conversation we learned they had a cannon. GUESS WHAT? So do we. When we skiffed back to the Lady a couple of hours and a couple of miles of beach walking later, they saluted us with a big bang. Patience is a virtue, so Rob waited until sunset and then he let them have it. They of course returned the fire, but what they weren't expecting was Rob's immediate return volley and the next one and the next one. It was a real pirate battle, broadsides! Then the other boats started hollering about their dogs and stuff. Indeed Mr. Milo, who is immune to the howitzers at Alyeska freaked out over this skirmish. He was te rrified, hiding under my side of the bed. Battle over, we offered "Parlay" in the form of a beach bonfire. It was great. 2 bottles of Naked Grape, the Canadian version of 2 buck chuck. Our fire was fierce; The company fun and the wade through the water back to the skiff was damn cold.
Today we made our way to Port Townsend for the Wooden Boat Festival, and to meet up with Rob's sort-of Uncle Bev, whom he last saw 40 years ago. He met us for lunch on shore and they really enjoyed reconnecting. It was an honest 80 degrees while we ate our lunches on the waterfront.
And then there are the boats here at the festival. I had a hard time fixing on which picture to feature - but what the heck. Can you believe this dude? I am not exaggerating when I tell you he circled in front of the wharf four times. He wins. Anyone who tries that hard deserves to be the centerpiece of the Anne Blog. But the second runner up was the boat "You've got Male". See the gallery. I'm concerned that I am so far out of the loop that I don't get it. You've Got Male? Ok people, clue me in - help me - I am worried that I am not dialed into the cool stuff anymore. Shoot ,I hardly heard about the looney Mexico hijacker until I went to clear customs. Which by the way was a breeze. You've got Male?
Sometimes when I sit to write these entries, it's hard to sort through all the things we encountered and experienced since the last entry. I think I will be glad to have this record to refresh my memory when all is said and done.
So, Damn it, we are here - just about. It has been some kind of journey, 2260 miles as of today. We left in May!
Lopez Island was our destination after Friday Harbor. I picked it and it was really nice. We went to a state park on a spit and anchored out. We met some folks on the beach -real sand! They were from the adjacent sailboat "Free Spirit" which sported about five graduated-size pirate flags . We figured they must be fun. Ho Boy! In the course of our beach conversation we learned they had a cannon. GUESS WHAT? So do we. When we skiffed back to the Lady a couple of hours and a couple of miles of beach walking later, they saluted us with a big bang. Patience is a virtue, so Rob waited until sunset and then he let them have it. They of course returned the fire, but what they weren't expecting was Rob's immediate return volley and the next one and the next one. It was a real pirate battle, broadsides! Then the other boats started hollering about their dogs and stuff. Indeed Mr. Milo, who is immune to the howitzers at Alyeska freaked out over this skirmish. He was te rrified, hiding under my side of the bed. Battle over, we offered "Parlay" in the form of a beach bonfire. It was great. 2 bottles of Naked Grape, the Canadian version of 2 buck chuck. Our fire was fierce; The company fun and the wade through the water back to the skiff was damn cold.
Today we made our way to Port Townsend for the Wooden Boat Festival, and to meet up with Rob's sort-of Uncle Bev, whom he last saw 40 years ago. He met us for lunch on shore and they really enjoyed reconnecting. It was an honest 80 degrees while we ate our lunches on the waterfront.
And then there are the boats here at the festival. I had a hard time fixing on which picture to feature - but what the heck. Can you believe this dude? I am not exaggerating when I tell you he circled in front of the wharf four times. He wins. Anyone who tries that hard deserves to be the centerpiece of the Anne Blog. But the second runner up was the boat "You've got Male". See the gallery. I'm concerned that I am so far out of the loop that I don't get it. You've Got Male? Ok people, clue me in - help me - I am worried that I am not dialed into the cool stuff anymore. Shoot ,I hardly heard about the looney Mexico hijacker until I went to clear customs. Which by the way was a breeze. You've got Male?