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Day Two: Kingston to Port Townsend |
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We set sail from Kingston under sunny skies and a slight haze that burnt off by the time we left port. With winds out of the WNW, we found ourselves tacking for the better part of the day until we arrived in Port Townsend around 4:00pm.
What you see here is the Magical Mystery Blimp that was making circles over Whidbey Island around lunchtime as seen from the foredeck.
What you will not see are photos of the military gun boats that were patrolling as we neared the nuclear ammo depot located by Port Townsend. We did not want to be shot. |
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We had some downtime in Port Townsend. It was only a rest stop on our northbound journey. Scott took the opportunity to work on installing new life lines on the starboard side while I scrubbed the dirt off the boat that had accumulated while in dry dock.
Yes, I literally "swabbed the deck."
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Scott used to work a Big Time Brewery back in the U-District of Seattle while going to the University of Washington. It was there that he not only met his future wife, Karen, but also his friend Mark, who would go on to open the Water Street Brewing & Alehouse in Port Townsend.
They had planned on a big celebration out on the street behind the pub, but the Hood Canal Bridge which allows access from Seattle and its environs was under construction and closed for the weekend. This meant more beer for us though. It was also the reason Scott's wife Karen, her sister Julia, and Julia's husband Matt and their progeny were unable to meet up with us as planned in PT. |
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After beer (is the plural of beer also beer - like deer?) we took in a brisk evening walk around PT.
The ferries were running double shifts to deal with all the visitors that normally come in via the Hood Canal Bridge and what you see here is the ferry docks, with the Olympic Mountain Range in the distance.
Speaking of deer, as we were walking up along the bluff that the upper city rests on, we came upon a family of deer taking dinner in the flower beds of the post office.
It was time to head back to Gata Luna and prepare for what would be our first day in the San Juan Islands. This was to be our longest crossing of the trip, and we needed a good night's sleep. |
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Next: Day Three, Port Townsend to Lopez Island |
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