From Port Ludlow across the
San Juan Straights to Friday Harbor
Today was going to be an 8 hour journey across the
open waters of the San Juan Straights. We left from Port Ludlow in the
fog at 8:30 in the morning. Now, every time we left a marina or came into
one, all four of us performed specific roles. My Grandpa piloted the boat
from the bridge whenever we came in or out. Sean and I ensured that all
the landing lines were secure and where they were supposed to be. Betty
helped Sean and me and corrected us often, thankfully. Getting a big boat
like the one we had in and out of docks in tidal water is no easy chore.
Luckily we had no major problems.
Anyway, we left around 8:30 and had breakfast en
route. Considering the light rain and wind, we were lucky the San Juan
Straights were passable. Still, the trip was very rough, with constant
heavy rocking in all directions. The waves we were passing over would have
capsized some small boats, and this was compounded by the wakes left by
some of the huge freighters. Passing by the Victoria-Seattle ferry the
Princess Marguerite III as well as a tug boat, we really started rocking.
As Sean piloted the boat, I sat in the very back
of the boat outside to keep my mind off the rocking. I eventually was rocked
to sleep and ended up sleeping for 3 hours, through the the worst part
of the journey. After I woke up, we were near the end of the trip, and
I went up to help my brother pilot.
Now, the Pacific-Northwest is heavy logging territory,
and logs are floating all over the place. My Grandpa had warned us about
this at the beginning of the trip because a log could easily tear up one
of the engines if we hit it wrong. As we were going, I noticed a big one
right in front of us that my brother hadn't seen. I let him know and we
had to take a very sharp turn to avoid it. What dangers we saw on those
first few days!
We came into Friday Harbor around 4:00. Those docks
were especially difficult for us because we stuck out from the slip by
a lot, into the tidal water's strong current. To get us tied down, we needed
the help of another family who was getting ready to leave. As they left
we helped them with their lines. You see, everyone helps each other in
the boating world, for the most part. Anyway, you can see where Friday
Harbor is by looking at the star on the map below.
After arriving at Friday Harbor, my brother Sean
and I walked around the town. There was a lot there, but we didn't do too
much. After getting back to the boat, we all ate dinner and then I went
rowing around Friday Harbor in the inflatable dinghy we had until it got
dark. On this 40 minute row I saw some neat stuff. All along the banks
of the harbor there was thick ivy growing. It was all very tranquil. I
would have liked to have taken pictures, but it ws getting too dark. So
I came back in and fell asleep. It was our last full day in the U.S.
Date: July 15, 1997
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