We are tied up to the linear dock and sandwiched between larger boats. This town speaks to the waterfront work for repair and care of boats of all length and tonnage. It speaks and reflects the annual wooden boat festival in September. Amidst flannel shirted guys with work pants, and women too working in the local boatyards we are in a social and cultural environment like no other on the voyage. My had lunch with my cousin Steve Park author of High and Dry who lives here and a high school classmate Dom DeBari. Cousin’s stories leave me in tears of laughter. Check out his book!
From million dollar yachts to boats in disrepair the scene is colorful, invigorating and a testimony to those who love the sea. We have met many a sojourner like us and their dogs of which there are many. It is a different life to be on a sailboat amidst these folk and their boats. Our seaworthy boat gets a lot of looks and size is of no real importance though admittedly we are small. Tomorrow we depart for Oak Bay Marina on Vancouver Island. Gale winds have subsided and we will make the 30 mile transit in 5.5 hours. Weather is expected to be good for the morning in the Straits of San Juan de Fuca. Departure music will be John Williams Jurassic Park. Fair Winds.
Gary Ann and Ensign Wilson