On Friday, August 19th, we skipped out of our slip in Boat Haven, waved goodbye to friends on docks and piers along the waterfront and merrily congratulated ourselves on finally starting our trip. Barefoot, sunny, smiling, we enjoyed a whole 20 minutes of bliss before rounding Point Wilson and launching straight into thick fog, steep waves and ripping currents. Waves crashed over the bow and water rushed down both decks. Of course I was instantly seasick (but I didn’t feed the fish). What fun! We decided to go a little farther to see if the whole Strait was like this and Rob angled us out into deeper water. Pretty soon it calmed down and we had a fine 6 hour motor to Port Angeles. The fog stuck with us the whole time but we could see all passing ships on our radar and AIS so with that and an occasional bow watch we felt pretty good.
Saturday we were the first sailboat out of Port Angeles harbor, untying our dock lines at 6 am while an amazing orange sunrise over Mount Baker unfolded. Glassy smooth swells rode under us as the sun shone down while we cruised over to Neah Bay. Tried to fly the asymmetrical spinnaker but the winds were too light so back to diesel. It was beautiful to see the whole north coastline of the peninsula by water. I looked for all the river estuaries that NOSC works on throughout the West End. (Yep, that’s a NOSC shout out!)
Now it’s Wednesday morning, already the 24th of August, and the digital voice on the radio says the weather is JUST FINE. So, now we’re really leaving! Neah Bay has treated us well, the town is gearing up for Makah Days, which sadly we’ll miss. But we’ve been lucky enough to get to watch the canoe teams practicing around the harbor, and meet the girls running for Makah Days royalty. We also watched a basketball tournament, visited the Technology Center and spent some time at the amazing Makah museum. It’s very special to spend our last NW days here, listening to eagles and ravens and pouring rain and tribal drumbeats. We even caught up on our sleep and boat projects when it blew 35 and deposited almost a foot of rain on us Monday. But the time has come! We have to get going before the last of our Red Dog Farm kale and Colinwood lettuce is gone. (The Finnriver blueberries barely lasted past Discovery Bay.) San Francisco, here we come!
Thank you for all the wonderful well wishes, cards, sweet gifts and loving farewells. We miss you already!
The crew of Velella velella
Kai, Rob and Ben
P.S. Is anyone in our slip yet?