Poulsbo to Olympia

The second leg of our voyage home took us from Poulsbo (my hometown) to Olympia, where Northern would be moored at Swantown marina.  It was a gorgeous day for a trip.  We had a pretty good crew for this jaunt: Eli, his friend and fellow boat nut Ryker, myself and our two dogs Salty and Indiana.  The fur kids were of course outfitted with proper floatation devices.  I wish I had some video of the dock staff anxiously watching us depart (a perfect dismount, no property damage or injuries sustained) but we'll have to start a little later.

Pretty much immediately after we got out into Liberty Bay, we ran into a boat trying to tow this boathouse whose propeller had fouled.  They flagged us down for help but fortunately while we were trying to get our behemoth maneuvered around to toss a line, the Poulsbo PD showed up and took over for us.  Good deed for the day taken care of.

Salty in the wheelhouse.  He occupies 99% of available floor space.

Our boat is also a ropes course: swinging from the rigging to the hatch.

Ryker the monkey man.

We no longer have this anchor but that is another story for another day when I can tell it without gritting my teeth so hard I am in danger of cracking them.  Headed toward Blake Island.

South of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge, looking back at a stunning day.

It's so beautiful, man!  A DOUBLE rainbow!

Looking smooth, manning the autopilot.

There is a very nice but not dog-friendly spot just above the wheelhouse.

True mariners sleep best on the water to the sound of a diesel engine apparently.  This also illustrates just how large the captain's cabin isn't.

A nice view.

The guys inspect the deck steering system.  There are so many toys on this thing it is like they have been set loose in FAO Schwarz on black Friday.

Rounding south into Budd Inlet toward the end of our trip.

Dog is our co-pilot.

And that is pretty much Indy's opinion on the matter.

We made it home safely!  More later!