…..as well we should, as we’ll likely be here for a week. Slappey doesn’t do advisory winds and hazardous seas, on purpose. As a matter of fact, the window down the Coast to Newport was so benign, we had to motor for 55 out of 57 hours. Yes. We were as a trawler upon the seas; a very slow one. This did give us a chance to iron out the wrinkles of learning how to do longer passages, as well as night passages. The first night was terrifying, but the second one was (almost) fun for both of us. Neither of us got sick at all. The Yaquina (pronounced, “Yaqwinna,”) river bar was shrouded in fog, but otherwise baby-butt smooth. The Port of Newport is inexpensive, and we’ve got an Aquarium, fresh seafood, beaches, museums….what’s not to like? The downside is slow and crappy internet, thus..no pictures for now. You’ll just have to trust us that it’s pretty here. Next leg should start early next week, and hopefully will be another 2-day jaunt down to Crescent City, CA.
Monthly Archives: July 2014
….as this will be the way we blog on our way down the Coast. We are now in Neah Bay, nearly the northwestern-most point of the (contiguous) U.S. Actually, just around the corner of a spit of land is Cape Flattery, which actually IS the northwestern-most bit of the Country. We spent 4 (long) days in Port Angeles waiting for weather, which calmed down by Wednesday, and headed out Juan de Fuca to the end. The Strait has been a challenge most of the way for us, showing us horrible chop, nasty swell, and of course, fog. We feel slightly more accomplished now, but only slightly. With any luck, we will be leaving on Saturday, bound for either Westport, or all the way to Newport, Oregon, depending on weather, seasickness and/or general anxiety levels. Until then, we can enjoy the beautiful scenery here in Neah Bay, on the Makah Reservation, which is having some rare sunny weather. Pictures to follow when wifi is more stable.
the crew of Slappey II
…..and here we sit at the dock in Pt. Townsend, one of our favorite places, getting locked and loaded to head out of here. We came in Monday, but it hasn’t been a leisurely, pleasant vacation, mind you. John has been very busy, and I can’t seem to stay out of the galley, though we only have 3 pre-prepared meals ready. I had hoped to have more, as doing any serious cooking on passage won’t do. We do have a ton of snacks aboard, though, so if we are not green and hurly, we can grab handfuls of those things. We’ve become real cruisers now, as during a last check of the engine, John discovered an issue that must be dealt with; last-minute problems are a rite of ‘passage.’ Better now, I suppose, than while trying to cross an angry river bar into port somewhere down the line. We go from here to Port Angeles, about 34 or so miles down the Strait, on Saturday (engine problem having been remedied) and then the next day or so, head out 9 hours further to the tip of the Olympic Peninsula. Neah Bay is where we wait until the most benign of conditions develop. Even John is not up for a real challenge on this our first actual ocean passage. Here are a few of our photos from the last days of our ‘vacation.’ I won’t really consider these next few legs a vacation. I’m afraid they will be mostly work. I hope I can enjoy some part of them through the fog of Bonine and anxiety. We are having beautiful, and actually HOT Summer weather at present…this will help.
Cute building in Lopez Village, Lopez Island, where we anchored for three days during the 4th of July, and saw spectacular fireworks that I actually stayed awake for….a rarity for me
Grocery in Lopez Village, Lopez Island
…and we’re finally feeling like we’re cruising. The weather has cooperated very nicely; yesterday was actually not only sunny but HOT. We got off the dock in Anacortes, and have had peaceful anchorages, hikes, showers in the cockpit, and my new, best friend-‘Mr. Heater, Little Buddy.’ Back in Everett, John insisted we take the portable propane heater with us, but I was equally insistent that he would take up valuable space, and that we wouldn’t need him anyway. And even though I have mentioned the hot weather, the truth is that no day has started out that way. It is usually in the mid to high 50’s…outside and in the boat! Thank you, John, for getting your way this time. An hour with Mr Heater, Little Buddy, a cup of coffee, and the day is new. If our slow web connections will allow, I’ll post some photos.