Just in Time

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  Super short entry here because we’re packing up today to start our month-long road trip tomorrow morning, so eek!, there’s a ton of more important things to think about and do right now than make a blog entry. But, alas, we wanted you to see pix from yesterday’s adventure with Carl Bergan and Linda Paige to the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival (reminder: if you’re in Washington, there’s a festival this weekend). NOTE: Please do not assume we’re considering buying a wooden boat in our near future. We are not. We want to have fun instead. 

    We travelled as walk-ons because the crowd proved too large for the small ferry serving Port Townsend. Before we even got to the marina, we stopped and watched Christopher of the Wolves,  a MOST fabulous  musician who creates intolerably wonderful music with own one-man orchestra  of a hang drum, didgeridoo, djembe, and more. See!! Listen!! 

   The festival had wooden boats galore. We were surprised to see Spike Africa, a SoCal-built schooner we often spotted sailing off the Catalina coast, but is now moored in the San Juans. I have no idea what the middle boat is; I was intrigued by her lines. The boat on the right, Quack,  is a silly boat, of which there are a lot of up here.  Humor is a great antidote to the gray!

   We loved the Port Townsend Foundry (“Friends don’t let friends buy imported hardware”), probably because we’re total suckers for tackle. We even use it for décor purposes. 

   Lastly, we had lunch with one David’s law partners, Frank Conner and his wife Patty, along with her brother and sister-in-law Bob and Lenore Romney, all decked out in Volcom this or that (one of the perks of Patty being a corp. paralegal). We had a fab lunch of fish tacos, pulled pork, clam chowder, and crab cakes at the at the beer garden. It was great fun talking with them about current and old times, and laughing about all the crazy stuff we know about each other. We also did a bit of t-shirt spotting. 

   Our departure proved exciting for two reasons. 

   First, with a touch of melancholy we watched Always's sistership, a Mason 43, head into port. 

   Second, we were, to our chagrin, quite certain we’d make it onto the ferry if we got in line a half-hour early. Alas. We were not among the first one-hundred walk-ons, so we had hoped liked crazy there weren’t too many car passengers, for the ferry only held three-hundred life vests for everyone, including crew. Ah oh. We relied on prayers, karma, and visualization to bring us fortune. But eek! In a row of vehicles we did not previously see was a well-turned-out motorcycle club! We were certain our chances were shot as cycle after cycle, often with two passengers, boarded the ferry. But you know how valuable PKVs can be, and we did indeed get on in time to get home and attend bar night at the Fidalgo Yacht Club of which we are now members.
   Gotta go pack!!! Love to you all!!!