Point Hudson to Shilshole Bay
20240928 – I went up to the head after the Michin got me up around 0215. It was chilly and the wind still blew rather stiffly from the north.
Fortunately, I saw no more otters when I came back as The Michin was out on the dock. I got back in bed until about 0645.
Then I got up, walked up to the head and on my return saw that a solo sailor in an electric boat named SV Gemini, hailing from Seattle, with a cat, was shoving off with an assist from the guy in a Tayana 37 in the slip next to him. The fellow who assisted him said Gemini had just been sailing around the South Pacific for a year
We got up relatively early although we were not due to shove off until 0900 for a fair current down Puget Sound. Jimena got up around 0715. The wind had slacked off by then. We walked up to the head then came back and had some coffee.
We got the boat ready to shove off, hit the head a last time, and shoved off with little drama.
Departing point Hudson
The current and the wind were fair. As we rounded Marrowstone Point we pulled out the genoa and shut down the engine. We sailed, at 4 knots or better, under genoa alone, all the way to Point No Point before we had to crank the iron ginny again.
Passing Marrowstone Point
Off Point No Point
We had to get across the shipping lane ahead of a Coast Guard rescue ship and a couple of commercial ships behind her, We did then turned south and made it through the J-24 regatta and a host of other boats sailing around just outside the Shilshole breakwater. We made the light on the north end of the breakwater just after 1330, marvelously good time.
Arriving Shilshole Bay
We were early enough in fact to go crashing into the fuel dock, top off our fuel tanks, motor to our slip, pinball our way back into our slip with a bit of help to keep us off the huge Nordhavn “MV Walrus” tied up beside us, then close up the boat, shower and change, and still make it over to my cousin’s son’s graduation party.
We had to rescind our regrets, but they were most gracious, and it was great to see Charlie and everyone else there. Charlie is a pistol. We ate like pigs despite bringing no food to the potluck and when it was over we went back to the boat and slept like logs.