just back from 5 days sailing.
Here are some snapshots from the 4th of July cruise that I just got back from with my Grandfather (Russ) and the fine folks of the Corinthian Yacht Club. We left on the 2nd and spent the night in Pt. Madison, on the 3rd we took a quick stop back in Seattle to drop Grandma off then continued on to Poulsbo. At Poulsbo we rafted up with 13 other boats and visited and watched fireworks.
On the 4th we continued onto Quartermaster Harbor in between Vashon and Maury Islands. This leg included a thrash down the Colvos Passage with a great view of Rainer in all her glory.
At Quartermaster Harbor we joined the Quartermaster Harbor Yacht Club in their 4th of July potluck. They had several bands from Vashon playing and we were made more than welcome. We were stomping our feet by the end of the evening stuffed on bbq salmon, hotdogs, beer, wine, and two twenty foot tables of incredible food. If this celebration at all typifies life on Vashon Island... well, please call me a moving truck.
The fireworks put on in Quartermaster Harbor were just aboutthe prettiest I have ever seen inmy life. The magnificent echo from the surrounding hills responded louder than the original explosion. Windows were shaking.
On the 5th we sailed out of Quartermaster Harbor after breakfast on Outlaw weaving our way between the shallows and the crabpots. A terribly exciting close hauled beat brought us to Gig Harbor where Indian Summer anchored with Last Vamose. The CYC crowd joined up together again for a happy hour and then had some blindfolded, one oar, splashing and vulgar behavior allowed dinghy racing. The Sherman kids dominated the events except for the blindfolded rower competion in which Russ and I took first place. Russ was doing the muscle work and I was giving the orders, a clear departure from our usual roles.
Later in the evening we ate at The Green Turtle restaurant and had an award ceremony for the dinghy races. The food was incredible as was Mt. Rainer capped by a lenticular cloud and slowing glowing brillant pink. Wow. Yum. Good food, good people, nice weather.
This morning we pulled up anchor at about 9:30 and headed home. Motoring up Colvos Passage with our main up we were passed over by a bald eagle and between Blake Island and Alki we were briefly visited by about 6 dahl porpoise. They suprised me by surfacing and blowing right next to Indian Summer while I was at the tiller. It was magnificent. I can never get over the thrill of seeing these fishy cousins of ours up close.
And so back at home again. This is nice too. I missed my sweetie and the Duck gets love sick in my absence (read: barfs in protest). Linda and I just had a nice sushi dinner and are settling in for the evening. The land is still rolling as I walk, such a nice feeling after spending time on the water. You should try it some time if you haven't lately.
g'night.
n.
Here are some snapshots from the 4th of July cruise that I just got back from with my Grandfather (Russ) and the fine folks of the Corinthian Yacht Club. We left on the 2nd and spent the night in Pt. Madison, on the 3rd we took a quick stop back in Seattle to drop Grandma off then continued on to Poulsbo. At Poulsbo we rafted up with 13 other boats and visited and watched fireworks.
On the 4th we continued onto Quartermaster Harbor in between Vashon and Maury Islands. This leg included a thrash down the Colvos Passage with a great view of Rainer in all her glory.
At Quartermaster Harbor we joined the Quartermaster Harbor Yacht Club in their 4th of July potluck. They had several bands from Vashon playing and we were made more than welcome. We were stomping our feet by the end of the evening stuffed on bbq salmon, hotdogs, beer, wine, and two twenty foot tables of incredible food. If this celebration at all typifies life on Vashon Island... well, please call me a moving truck.
The fireworks put on in Quartermaster Harbor were just aboutthe prettiest I have ever seen inmy life. The magnificent echo from the surrounding hills responded louder than the original explosion. Windows were shaking.
On the 5th we sailed out of Quartermaster Harbor after breakfast on Outlaw weaving our way between the shallows and the crabpots. A terribly exciting close hauled beat brought us to Gig Harbor where Indian Summer anchored with Last Vamose. The CYC crowd joined up together again for a happy hour and then had some blindfolded, one oar, splashing and vulgar behavior allowed dinghy racing. The Sherman kids dominated the events except for the blindfolded rower competion in which Russ and I took first place. Russ was doing the muscle work and I was giving the orders, a clear departure from our usual roles.
Later in the evening we ate at The Green Turtle restaurant and had an award ceremony for the dinghy races. The food was incredible as was Mt. Rainer capped by a lenticular cloud and slowing glowing brillant pink. Wow. Yum. Good food, good people, nice weather.
This morning we pulled up anchor at about 9:30 and headed home. Motoring up Colvos Passage with our main up we were passed over by a bald eagle and between Blake Island and Alki we were briefly visited by about 6 dahl porpoise. They suprised me by surfacing and blowing right next to Indian Summer while I was at the tiller. It was magnificent. I can never get over the thrill of seeing these fishy cousins of ours up close.
And so back at home again. This is nice too. I missed my sweetie and the Duck gets love sick in my absence (read: barfs in protest). Linda and I just had a nice sushi dinner and are settling in for the evening. The land is still rolling as I walk, such a nice feeling after spending time on the water. You should try it some time if you haven't lately.
g'night.
n.
thus spake nbp @ 9:52:00 PM
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