On Gig Harbor
07 October 2013 | Gig Harbor, WA
One notable issue with being in Canada has been that my internet service, Clear, has been out of reach, thus the need to pummel you with barrages of back-dated blog entries rather than timely, day-to-day updates. As has been my habit for the last month when arriving in a harbor with internet promise, I toted my laptop ashore Monday morning in search of coffee shop with wifi, but found nothing functional. I eventually decided to track down a local library, but it was several miles away, almost all of it uphill, so I gave up for the time being in favor of riding my bike up later.
Gig Harbor has a public dock that’s free for the first 48 hours. It doesn’t have water or power so, in that way, is no more luxurious than being at anchor. Access to the shore by simply stepping off the boat is certainly a worthwhile convenience, though, so I headed back to Mabrouka, hoisted the anchor, and moved to the dock. This brilliant move also greatly simplified the logistics of getting my bike ashore.
Another errand that was finally within reach was to visit an AT&T store to get my phone back in commission. My September 5th blog entry from Ladysmith Harbour related my frustration in trying to get my phone fixed. It just couldn’t be done from Canada without mailing stuff back and forth to the US, so I foresaked regular communication and cancelled the international service I’d only recently set up. Having been phone-less for over a month was a mixed blessing, but now was the time to solve the problem.
So, I mounted my trusty steel steed and off I went. It was a tough climb up the hill out of Gig Harbor and I am embarrassed to admit that I had to get off my bike for part of the way. What the hell. I’m over 60 now, right? Anyway, it wasn’t a bad ride. I found the AT&T Store, got the phone fixed, and then found the library. You enjoyed (RIGHT!!?!!) the benefits of that find with my October 7th recap of events since September 30th.
Errands done and back down the hill aboard Mabrouka, I figured out what a dummy I’d been. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that I actually WAS back in the US now, and my internet service would work again. What a nit wit! I could have been doing blog updates right from the boat for a couple of days, now.
The evening’s event to celebrate the Puget Sound Dreamspeaker Guide kick-off was at the Tides Tavern a short walk from the public dock. I admit to being a bit disappointed in my reception, but at the same time gained an insight into human nature, my own included. I’d hoped for a friendly greeting from Lawrence and Anne and certainly got one, but only that of another customer, not of a new entry into their circle of friends.
I tried a couple of times to enjoin them each in friendly conversation, but they were obviously in business mode, concentrating on making the event a commercial more than a social success, and were easily distracted from my attempts to share cruising anecdotes by the next person that approached. Lawrence was certainly not unfriendly, but seemed never to really get started in a conversation. Anne, on the other hand, was easier to engage.
I really have no right to offer such opinions of people that I hardly know, but I think this had partly to do with their personalities. If I correctly understand their roles in putting together the cruising guides, Lawrence does all the illustrations in and organizes the data where Anne develops the descriptions and advice that accompany each anchorage or harbor. In other words, Lawrence is the engineer and Anne does the PR.
My hopes for a more personal reception were, as I have since concluded, much less reasonable than the Yeadon-Jones’ response. Certainly there were others at the event who’d known them for years and were well-established business associates, if not actual friends of theirs. What’s more, they obviously needed to pay attention to the monetary investment they’d made in the evening. If I was anything more than a customer to them, I’d only achieved status as a passing acquaintance, so could hardly expect to divert them from the relationships and commercial priorities that were the reason for the event in the first place.
So, I bought a copy of the new guide, had a couple of beers, and returned to Mabrouka for dinner and what was left of a quiet evening. With my newly re-discovered internet access, I tapped in to Netflix and enjoyed streaming a movie for the first time in over a month. Ahh, the pleasures of civilization.