A busy and fulfilling weekend
This was a weekend of investments: personal, business, and self.
Allyn to Kingston
A last blast of summer sun in September brought crystal clear skies, some sailing, navigating in fog, with harbor porpoises and a submarine crossing Whisper’s bow. Three short videos are embedded in the story so you can experience some of the journey with me.
"October Frost" trip to Kingston
Grey. Cool. A light breeze. The conditions as I prepared to pull out of my driveway came as no surprise for a Puget Sound fall day. With Whisper in tow, I left Shelton at 9 am, arriving in Brownsville just after 10 am. Ubi Ignis Est arrived soon after, and Jim began rigging at the boat launch while I raised the mast and attached the myriad pins, rings, lines and hoses in the parking lot.
Hood Canal to Olympia
My annual week of solo sailing was a journey of discovery as I traveled from the south end of Hood Canal to Olympia. As you’ll discover in this narrative, wind opposed me almost the entire trip, so much of this 140-nautical-mile journey was powered by motor, not wind.
