Other than the weekend trip
to the Seattle Waterfront with the Classic Yacht Association last June, we
haven’t been on a boat trip for about two years now, so we’re a little rusty in
preparation skills. Although Erin had Friday off, we decided to load stuff on the boat
at a somewhat leisurely pace and plan for a Sunday departure – and probably in
the afternoon at that.
Our full crew for this trip
will be Erin and me, Erin ’s parents Ray and
Mary, and Tribble, our cat. Friday
afternoon Erin and Mary did some grocery shopping, and on Saturday Erin and I
took those groceries plus quite a bit of stuff from our freezer to the
boat. There were quite a few other
supplies as well, most of which I can’t recall but nevertheless I’m sure we’ll
need sometime in the next two weeks. We
filled the back of the Pilot and it took two wagon loads down the dock to the
boat to transfer it all.
Sunday morning we took our
clothes, the computer, cameras, spare batteries and yet more unrecallable stuff
to the boat before returning home to pick up Tribble then headed over to pick
up Ray and Mary and their stuff. We did
some extra commuting between our two houses, as we decided to return home to
check one other place for one of our cameras that I had apparently misplaced,
and while heading to our house Ray remembered they hadn’t packed their
passports, which called for a return trip there. But we eventually arrived at the boat with
most of our stuff around 2:30 or 3 in the afternoon.
Our plan was to either lock
through Sunday night and anchor across the bay in Port Madison, or to stay at
our perfectly good moorage Sunday night and head out Monday morning. Parking spaces at our moorage are extremely limited,
so our Sunday arrival guaranteed us a spot to leave the car while we’re gone.
We had heard earlier in the
day from Mary Nordby that she and a
small group from her mobile home park would be dining at the Northlake Tavern,
across the street from our moorage, later that evening and we decided to join
them for dinner and spend the night at the dock. We hadn’t had pizza at the Northlake for
several years, and I had forgotten the poundage of meat and cheese they pile on
those things. Even after palming off
some of the leftovers we brought more than we ate back to the boat. Mary and a couple others from her group came
by the boat a little later in the evening for a visit so we enjoyed giving them
the tour.
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