I’m not sure where my fascination with wooden boats comes from…a most unlikely passion for a person raised on a land-locked farm in Central Texas for the first third of my life.
My first introduction to sailing came in an attempt to make the PE requirement at the University of Texas more palatable. Bobbing around on the Colorado River in a twelve foot Laser while the instructor screamed at me through a megaphone from a rowboat, it’s a wonder I ever set foot on a boat again. Particularly after my first “turtle” incident, at which time we were required to capsize the boat and right it again. It was at this point that I used my then waist-length hair as an excuse to drop the class, “I can’t go to my next class with wet haaaaiiir!”
Next came my former husband, better known as “Captain Bligh.” Scott owned a 17 ft Nacra catamaran, for which he refused to surrender the tiller…if he would allow me to tag along at all, that is. But he needed someone to back the trailer down the boat ramp while he sailed onto the trailer. So his only option was to teach me. More yelling.
Then came my beloved years with the True North Sailing Club in Manhattan, where I raced J-24 sailboats around the Hudson River, dodging the Staten Island Ferry, the NJ Waterway, and the QE2, as our race captain barked orders, “KEEP IT UP! GET OUT ON THE RAIL!! EYES FRONT AND CENTER! THIS AIN’T THE CIRCLE LINE!”
How did such a sport that is supposed to evoke peace and serenity from gliding across tranquil waters with only the sound of the occasional luff of the sail and lapping of the waves breed so much yelling? But I digress….
Through all the “ports of call” I have visited in my travels, nothing captivates me like a vessel under sail. In fact, were it not that that my solo navigation on water is so abysmal, I would have probably bought a sailboat instead of an RV.
I love boats. All boats. But nothing speaks to my romantic side like the mystery, fragility, and aura of timeless classicism of a wooden boat. To take something from the elements of nature like a giant cedar tree from the earth, hand craft it lovingly into a vessel to harness nature’s element of wind for the purpose of gliding upon nature’s element of water makes my heart sing a sweet siren’s song.
During my 2014 visit to Port Townsend, I learned of their annual Wooden Boat Festival. Judging by the size of the beautiful Northwest Maritime Center’s Wooden Boat Academy, I knew it had to be quite an event. I set my intentions to return for the festival at my next opportunity to point the RV toward the Pacific Northwest. So last December when I decided on my summer itinerary, I went online to do the research, only to learn I was about 3 months too late. You see, I not only wanted to be “at” the boat festival. I wanted to be “in” the boat festival.
Each September, the Northwest Maritime Center takes complete control of the Point Hudson Marina and RV Park. For three weekend days, this typically quiet RV Park at the end of town that overlooks the serene Strait of Juan de Fuca becomes the thriving heart of the festivities. With enough advance planning, it is possible to secure an RV full-hookup spot right there in the marina, thereby immersing oneself in the heart of the Wooden Boat Festival, the midst of the mayhem. For an RVing boat lover like me, this is a double shot of Nirvana!
But I didn’t plan far enough in advance. I later learned that spaces become reservable on October 1st of the preceding year, and sell out within hours. So I emailed to ask about a waitlist. I still remember exactly where I was standing when the phone rang last March while at the north boondocking site of Joshua Tree National Park when Catherine from the Northwest Marine Center called to say “I’ve got good news! You’ve cleared the waiting list! Space 318 is yours if you still want it.”
It’s been a year of obstacles, from mechanical potholes to physical hurdles to even an emotional stumble or two. On several occasions, the thought occurred to me to alter my course. Give up my plans. Something was “telling me” that the Pacific Northwest was not where I was meant o be this summer. But the one thing that kept me going was my hard-sought reservation for the boat festival. Thank goodness tenacity prevailed, as I don’t remember a public event when I’ve had more fun!
So cool! We heard about this the first time we visited Port Townsend and have wanted to go ever since. The next best thing is having you go so we can live vicariously through you 🙂
Nina
We missed the show when we were there, too, but not being into wooden boats, I was just glad we weren’t there at that time because of the crowds. We avoided Port Townsend during the festival time, but now I certainly wish I had gone to see the boats in person. You paint such a compelling picture with your words and photos.
Virtual hugs,
Judie
Excellent photos and story about your introduction to sailing .
Thank you
Love your photos and story! Tomorrow we are sailing on the Adventuress out of Shilshole Bay in Seattle and Oct 23 we sail on it out of Port Townsend. That’s as close as we get to sailing but it is fun to experience such a great boat and fun crew. We have relatives in Pt Townsend so love to head up there and stay at Port Hudson RV park. So glad you got to the festival after all your RV troubles!
Hi, Marti, what a coincidence! I sailed on the Adventuress also! I am just behind on the blog, but it will be coming up soon. It was a great crew, and lots of fun! I wondered where she had headed next, as I saw her leaving the Sound. Wish we could have met up on one of your visits here.
I never been to Port Townsend except to use the ferry landing. Thanks for showing us the beauty of this gem. The wooden boats are a marvel of construction and patience. BTW – Will you be taking the ferry? Fort Casey is totally haunted! Might be fun …
Hi, Jeff — I still haven’t decided yet if I will make the ferry this trip. I did it in 2014 and loved Whidbey Island, Coupeville, and of course, Admiralty Head Lighthouse. Sadly, time is getting away from me this year. It’s gone way too fast! I am behind on my blog reading, but intend to catch up on Alaska soon!
I’ve always wanted to take a trip on a tall ship, and almost took sailing lessons when I lived in Chicago. I need to keep this festival in mind for when I travel to the west coast.
Saw the Lady Washington 10 years ago in Tacoma. Loved it! Was hoping to see it again this year, but our schedules didn’t coincide. Glad you got to see it!
Hi, Diana — She was hauled out here in Port Townsend on Tuesday. I have a photo of her in dry dock which I will post soon.
“If I could save time in a bottle”…it might be a tiny replica of a tall wooden ship. Thank you for offering beautiful photos that beckon, like the Lorelei siren’s call, this land locked armchair traveler to “come….come”. With each blog post from the Pacific northwest the temptation grows stronger to rescue my sweet ’69 Shasta Compact from its shackled moorings to set us both free for a cross country trip from Tennessee to the farthest reaches thataway. Someday, one day…:-)
Rhonda, as the old cliche’ goes, “Friday, Saturday, Sunday….but there is no ‘Someday!” DO IT!! And while you’re at it, START A BLOG! You write prettier prose than 90% of the bloggers out there!
Loved this post, so glad it is to be continued.
Beautiful craftsmanship involved in making those boats. The folding boat reminds me on a Welsh coracle.
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Love Port Townsend and the beautifull waterfront and boats. It was a great stop on our way to Forks five years ago! Your pictures and prose are just gorgeous!
Looks like this festival was everything you’d hoped it would be…yay for perseverance!
Nice pics. Hoping to see a selfie of you in one of those wooden boats with a big smile 😉
Lovely post! As you know, we were just there the week before. You always seem to get the good weather. Great photos of the boats and Kayaks! Maybe we will run into you some day on the road. I hope so.
Thanks, Ed. Sure sorry I missed you guys, but you beat me to the good weather in Mt St Helens! 😉
Great post, looking forward to Part 2. Safe travels wherever you go next.
When we toured the Northwest Maritime Center with a guide we heard about the wooden boat festival, which sounded wonderful.
Lucky you! I can already see this is going to be good.