After a very brief overnight stop at the 7 Cedars Casino along Hwy 101, I roll into Port Townsend on a brilliant sunny Monday. I have reservations to stay at the Point Hudson Marina, yet another find that I lifted from the Wheelingit blog. I arrive during the midday heat, the marina smells of low tide, and there are enough laughing gulls to make a Hitchcock fan think they have arrived in the midst of a remake. I miss the sign that says “Dead End,” and end up in the parking lot of Doc’s Grill during the lunchtime rush. No place to turn around, so I quickly jump out, unhitch and move the Tracker to an empty parking space.
Since it is not possible to back up with a “four down” tow bar, the most critical lesson I have learned in towing a car behind the RV is there is a very precise moment in rounding a corner where you must make a split-second decision – Will I make the turn? If not, then I must straighten the rig as quickly as possible in what remaining space I have left, because if I have to stop into a turn, there is too much torque on the tow bar to remove the hitch pins. It takes a brute force beyond my level of strength to remove them without the aid of a hammer. I see that I am not going to be able to make the turn, so quickly straighten the wheel which leaves me parked askew in the crowded lot..
When I come back to move the Winnie, there is an old lady standing there with her head stuck inside my driver’s side window. As I come running up to the door, she looks at me and asks, “This YOURS??” “Yes ma’am, I’m moving it as fast as I can.” She steps back and looks again at my crooked parking job, and says “Oh. I thought it rolled.” “Yeah. Five tons of steel and fiberglass, and it rolled, miraculously stopping two feet short of the curb.” I’m tired. I’m irritated. And I am late for work returning from my repositioning “lunch break.”
But there aren’t many things that can have a calming effect on me faster than a sailboat, and as I pull into my “slip” at the Point Hudson Marina, I am surrounded by them. There are Lazers behind me. Sailing yachts to the side of me, and I have a view right out my window of sailboats gliding across the Sound between me and snowy Mt Baker. I think I am gonna like it here…stay tuned, and I’ll tell you why. 😉