June 18 Saturday Port Townsend to Shilshole Bay Marina, Seattle
We need to set aside seven hours in order to arrive at our home port at 1700 hours. We’re up early and I cook a bacon and egg breakfast for Howard and Connor. And with the aid of two family deck hands (a luxury I’ve not had in a long time) we get underway.
It’s a dynamic homecoming welcome. I’m still unaccustomed to sighting land or both sides of my position. In the five hours of motoring south down Puget Sound we encountered brilliant sun, overcast and low visibility, rain showers with a bit of lightning, no wind and light winds, and ferry and ship traffic. It is Seattle’s way of welcoming me (or warning me) home.
We pull into our assigned Shillshole slip exactly at 1700 hours. There is no brass band, no press, and no red carpet… just a perfect docking (which always is its own reward). Diana meets us at the dock with a smile, a balloon, and a bottle of champagne. We are “home”.
The “grand adventure” is a grand success, and it calls for a champagne toast. And I decompress and celebrate simultaneously. I’ll have time to reflect on what it all means in subsequent weeks, but for now I’ll leave you with exactly how I feel: