And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
— Christopher Cross, "Sailing"
I am not a huge fan of cheesy Yacht Rock as was Todd in "Breaking Bad," but Chris Cross's lyrics do strike a chord with me. When life is a bit hectic or I am anxious or I just need to clear my mind, certain sounds settle me quickly: the rush of whitewater rapids, the rustle of aspen leaves in the breeze, the gentle roar of the surf, and the flap of wind in sails coupled with the lapping of waves against the bow. Sailing grounds me, if that verb is ever appropriate in the context of sailing.
I am not in any particular need of grounding at this point in my life, but sailing is always a treat. Ann and I have just returned from sailing through the San Juan Islands in Washington State, as far north and west as this country extends, snugged up against British Columbia. We drove to Bellingham WA where we spent six days sailing the islands, a trip long on our must-do list. In the 8 years we have lived in Oregon, this was our first foray to that extreme northwestern part of the U.S.
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| The Guests (l-r): Ken, Gillian, Ed, Ann, Chris, Leslie |
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| Hardworking Northwind Crew, The Bakers, Jon and Jette |
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| Chief Fetching Officer Geni |
The San Juan Islands are an archipelago of several hundred islands and rocks in Washington State between the mainland U.S. and Vancouver Island, British Columbia, roughly situated in the triangle formed by Bellingham WA, Victoria BC, and Anacortes WA. The surrounding bodies of water, the Puget Sound, the Strait of Georgia, and the Strait of Juan de Fuca, are now known as the Salish Sea after the ancestral inhabitants of the islands.
I do not recall how this trip got on our radar, but we have kicked the idea around for a few years. We really enjoy travel that gets us outside with a chance to interact with nature. Also, we both sailed independently before we got married, but never together. That seemed to be a box we both wanted to tick.
At the first of the year, we booked onto a 6-day cruise departing from and returning to Bellingham, a Sunday to Friday cruise. After researching cruise companies, we opted to go with Sail the San Juans on the Northwind II, a no expense-spared sloop-rigged 55-foot Jeanneau. Having experienced this cruise, I can wholeheartedly recommend it. Jon and Jette are two of the hardest working, most hospitality focused people I have ever met.
Saturday June 21, Travel to Bellingham
This story starts with our departure from our home in Bend en route to Yakima for lunch, continuing on to Bellingham for dinner. We opted to approach the Seattle area from the west on I-90 to avoid as much of the horrible I-5 traffic as we could, the stretch between Portland and Seattle being particularly crappy on most occasions.
As we left Bend, the day was gray, the temperature was in the upper 30s, and Mount Bachelor had a dusting of new snow. We had a few showers overnight in Bend, a discouraging start to our sailing trip. We hoped that the weather in the San Juans would be better than at home. Overall, it proved better, if cloudy and chilly at times, with only one rain-out day.
The four-hour trip to Bale Breaker Brewing in the middle of Yakima hop country out towards Moxee went without at hitch and we arrived just as the brewery was opening. Taking advantage of the opportunity to visit a good brewery, Ann and I were the first in line for beers at the counter where I got an IPA and she got a hazy. Chatting with our beertender revealed that he went to Western Wash in Bellingham and he gave us the run down on the beer scene there.
Lunch was courtesy of the Mero Mero food truck outside, from which we got outstanding tacos and not so great shrimp. Although the tacos were mixed beef and shrimp, a seemingly odd combination, they were delicious as was the interesting salsa verde with bits of charred pepper skin adding a wonderful smoky note.
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| Visiting Bale Breaker, a Favorite Brewery |
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Outstanding Shrimp and Beef Tacos, an Odd Combination
Salsa Verde was Memorable Too |
After a beer, a bite, and a bathroom break, we rolled on through the Yakima Valley passing stacks of apple crates, fruit orchards, and hop farms and headed across the Snoqualmie Pass into the metro Seattle area. Sadly, after lunch, the rain started up again along the length of I-90 through the pass. Traffic was miserable and at a near standstill from Issaquah west and then north through Bellevue and Kirkland on the 405. It finally let up ten or so miles north of Everett. I recall the traffic was horrible decades ago when I was visiting both Boeing and Microsoft; it is worse now even on a Saturday afternoon.
We finally got moving forward and arrived in Bellingham just before dinner time. We had no issues navigating the small city of just under 100,000 people 50 miles north of Seattle and 20 miles south of BC. Parking for our B&B was in an alley parallel to a building, which made getting out of the driver's side of the car nearly impossible, but I made it. In doing so, I thought the front driver's side tire looked flat, but the pressure sensor indicated plenty of air.
I kind of shrugged it off as I carried in our bags, hoping for all the world that I would not have to deal with a flat tire on Sunday morning. We rested for a minute before walking in the direction of Aslan Brewing, recommended to us at Bale Breaker, a few blocks away. On our return, I would glance at the tire again, and sure enough, it looked flat.
We had a good time at Aslan where we found the service, the interior, and the beer all better than the food. That I have forgotten what we ordered says it all. In walking to and from Aslan, we noticed a lot of homeless people all over downtown and we passed one alley in particular that seemed to be an open air drug market with some people nodded out against the buildings. All cities out West have challenges with homelessness and drug use; Bellingham seems to have bigger challenges than most, perhaps because of its proximity to Seattle.
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Best Lion Impression at Aslan Brewing
Good Beer, Unmemorable Food |
Back at the B&B, with the possibility of a flat tire in the back of our minds, we turned in for the night anticipating our meeting Jon and Jette at the marina on Sunday afternoon.
Sunday June 22, Poking About Bellingham
After a good night's sleep (my last, it would prove, for a week), coffee was the first mission of the day. In the division of labor in our marriage, Ann has taken it upon herself to find great coffeehouses wherever we go. Once again, she done good in choosing Camber Coffee just a few blocks from where we slept. As we walked through downtown, especially around City Hall and Whatcom Creek, homeless people were sacked out under every other shrub.
We arrived at nicely appointed Camber Coffee in short order to wait on line for a few minutes; it seems Ann is not the only one who can find great coffee. We sat at a high-top enjoying excellent coffee and pastries that they bake in house each morning. In particular, my everything biscuit was fabulous, a thing to remember, especially for someone who appreciates savory flavors far more than sweet ones.
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| Camber Coffee: Outstanding |
We would not board the boat until almost 2, so we had time to kill after coffee and wandered about the streets a bit taking things in before we checked out of our room and went to lunch.
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| Port of Bellingham |
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| "Before I Die" Mural |
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| Former City Hall, Now Whatcom Museum |
Back at the B&B, we gathered our things and stowed them in the car. Still, the tire looked flat but the pressure sensor still indicated plenty of air. I limped the car into the street and noticed that it was not pulling at all. If the tire were flat, it would pull hard left. A few minutes after 11, we arrived at Boundary Bay Brewing, another recommendation from Bale Breaker and also one of the few places open on Sunday morning.
After parking, the tire looked fine. Whew! It must have been the crazily uneven pavement in the alley making the tire look flat. We took seats at the bar and chatted with the bartender, while watching the Mariners put a whipping on the Cubs. Apparently, according to the bartender, local icon Boundary Bay is closing in September after 30 years. That will be a loss for Bellingham.
At 1:45, we made the three-minute drive to the marina, but that is a tale for a subsequent post.
Sailing Sunday through Friday
The map below shows our roughly counterclockwise tour of the San Juans, progressing through the color spectrum from red to purple.
The following posts describe our sailing trip in more detail:
Friday June 27: Travel to Astoria
Friday morning, we hauled anchor early and headed for Bellingham. The super low tide dictated we be at the dock by 11:00 to have enough water under the keel for safe passage. And that early arrival was fine with us because we had to do battle with Friday summer weekend traffic on I-5, our destination for the night being Astoria, Oregon. We chose Astoria because it is home to perhaps our favorite Oregon brewery (certainly top three along with Sunriver and Ruse, but do not forget Breakside, Great Notion, and pFriem).
I really wanted to stop in downtown Seattle to see Chihuly Garden and Glass to photograph some of Dale Chihuly's incredible glass sculptures, but given that it was a summer Friday afternoon, traffic would have been a nightmare had we stopped in downtown Seattle. Even without stopping and our early start, traffic was abysmal, more stop than go, from Everett to Olympia and again from Centralia to Chehalis. The trip which should have taken five hours frustratingly took seven.
We were mentally exhausted from doing battle with traffic for hours when we arrived at the nicely appointed Victorian-era Hotel Elliot, a mere two blocks from Fort George Brewing. The first order of business after the stressful drive was a hot shower for each of us and a change into clean clothes.
Next up was the brief two-minute walk, if that, to Fort George where people were sitting at tables in the courtyard between the two Fort George buildings, one the pub and the other a store selling bottled beer and merch. Because of the number of kids zooming around the courtyard, we went into the first floor of the pub. The downstairs pub has a pub menu; the upstairs pub serves pizza.
Both of us still having the sensation of rocking from sailing as we stood on line, we ordered beers that we cannot get at our favorite pub back in Bend, beers that are tasting room only, and took a sunny table in the pub. We tried a couple of what we thought were appetizers, jerk wings and pork belly loaded fries, but they turned out to be huge portions, so we did not order more food. Both dishes, while standard pub food, were exceptional, some of the best brewpub food I have ever eaten.
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| Fort George Pub |
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| Neat Interior and Chandelier |
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| Happy to Be Off the Road |
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| Outstanding Pub Grub at Fort George |
As tired as we were, we left Fort George fairly quickly and earlier than I expected. As much as the mind wanted to taste more beer, the body was unwilling. We stopped in next door and got a couple bottles of imperial stout to add to our cooler at home, for drinking by the fire in the winter. Next, we detoured to the waterfront on the way back to the hotel in search of ice cream for Ann. Back at the hotel, I spent a few minutes mulling over our route home, but I do not think it was even dark before I fell asleep.
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Invasive Kenilworth Ivy on the Sidwalk, Cymbalaria muralis
Neither Ivy, Nor Native |
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| Columbia River in Astoria |
Saturday June 28, Cannon Beach and Home
After a good night's sleep in downtown Astoria, it was time to move along and get home. Several routes lead home including US30 east to Portland or US101 south to US 20 in Newport. I really wanted to visit Cannon Beach, just down 101 from Astoria. Cannon Beach is dear to us in that we spent some of our honeymoon there and it is the home of Sleepy Monk, our coffee supplier for over a decade, and where we could get a great cup of coffee.
Going down 101 to Cannon Beach in the early morning would not be a problem, but I had my doubts about continuing down the Pacific Coast Highway on a prime beach weekend. Fortunately, US 26 heads east just north of Cannon Beach and we could nip down to Cannon Beach and then take 26 back through the Coast Range to the Willamette Valley, so that is what we set out to do.
We arrived at Sleepy Monk just after they opened to find 20 people or more ahead of us when we joined the end of the line. Standing on line, both of us were still rocking a bit from sailing; the feeling would subside in about three days. Despite the lengthy line, the wait for good coffee and wonderful bacon blue cheese scones was worth it. We sat outside and ate our scones before leaving Cannon Beach.
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| Coffee and Bacon Blue Cheese Scones |
Once on highway 26, the traffic coming from the Portland metro area was nose-to-tail. Thankfully we were going the opposite direction. Wary of all this traffic, I decided to cut through wine country at Banks (through Gaston, Yamhill, Carlton, McMinnville, Amity, and West Salem) rather than risk taking 26 all the way in to I-5. The trip back was unprecedentedly uneventful. We did not get behind any combines or tractors in wine country or behind any RVs or gas tankers while climbing through the Cascades. Moreover, we took the new bypass around Sisters and avoided all that mess downtown. We arrived home in the early afternoon, a bit tired, rocking a bit still, and already looking forward to our next sailing trip in the San Juans.
