Steve P
The End is Near
It’s that time of year when the Pacific Northwest can have beautiful weather or terrible weather. We dashed to Anacortes and cast off on the promise of three days of sun. I’d say we’ve had a better trip than expected with glassy calm seas, sun and no
Thanks for Playing
I figured it would be good to let you know that we’re safely back home after a month bobbing around in the waters of Puget Sound. We were extremely lucky to only have rain on one day and fog for a day-and-a half.
If you’re curious about where
City of Destiny – II
Part II – in which we spend the day exploring central Tacoma on foot and have lunch at a recent addition to the McMenamin brothers’ empire.
We began the day alone in the marina. Later, we were joined by three other boats, so tonight will not be so lonesome.
We crossed
City of Destiny – I
Part I – in which your faithful scribe travels north through the fearsome Tacoma Narrows and down the Thea Foss waterway to Tacoma.
It’s popular among Seattlites of a certain age to poke fun at Tacoma. I don’t get it. What I see is a city that is trying
Ashore
Sometimes a theme for a post fails to suggest itself. This is one of those times. I just want to share a few photos from various places we briefly visited.
Here are two from Jarrell Cove Marina. The shop is noted for selling Hawaiian shave ice, better known hereabouts as
Bears!
We reached our journey’s turn-around point at Allyn, a tiny village at the end of a finger of Puget Sound.
There are three things to know about Allyn. First, Friday night is Prime Rib night at the very good Boat House restaurant. We were there on Friday, so yea
The Beauty of Hope
Another short cruise – maybe forty minutes – brought us to the shores of tiny Hope Island. We snagged the only available buoy and set out to circumnavigate our home for the night. This did not take long.
Landing on the southern shore, we walked every trail, explored every nook and still
Cute as a…
We left Swantown marina this morning and half an hour later tied up at Boston Harbor at the mouth of Budd Inlet. The docks are not great, but the people are. The neighborhood feels like something from fifty years ago – simple beach houses with interesting nautical yard art and nary
Hitting Bottom
Bound for Olympia, the southernmost port of call on our voyage, we stopped overnight at Oro Bay on the south side of Anderson Island. It’s a really lovely place, but apparently cursed. After dropping the anchor, I discovered that our dinghy motor was broken and my bicycle had a
Headin’ Down South
If you look at Puget Sound on a map, you’ll notice that all the water has to flow through a single narrow passage west of Tacoma. This passage is called – wait for it – The Tacoma Narrows. You don’t want to be traveling through the Narrows against the current,
A Slow Boat to Gig Harbor
Ever hit your finger with a hammer, or date someone that you knew from the start was totally unsuitable, or buy a disco record? In short, did you ever experience a self-inflicted wound?
Our trip this morning from Blake Island to Gig Harbor was something like this. All me actually.
A Home Invasion
We returned from a walk around Blake Island today to find this guy sitting on top of our bimini. That’s the fabric cover over the cockpit. The cockpit is the open area at the stern. That’s the aft section of the boat. That’s the back.
Try as
A Big Deal
As we left Port Gamble this morning for the short trip to Kingston, we found ourselves a part of the floating circus that forms whenever a submarine leaves harbor.
We were hailed by the gunboat to the left of the photo and “asked” politely to keep 1000 yards away from