Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Making Willie's Tug Shine Again! -- Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Willie's Tug is due for a good bath and Manuel of Selene Yachts Northwest, Lake Union, Seattle, is just the man to do it. However, he says he needs her to leave her end of the dock slip and cruise on up near the office, where better access will be.   We laugh about whether this is an upgrade to the high dollar area.  














Manuel says the polishing and waxing will take 'a while,' so we should chill out and enjoy the area.  It is a doable walk into the city of Fremont for lunch, so off we go. Timing gets us to the Fremont bridge just as it begins to open for tall boats. At first I think it is for the tugboat now passing under the Aroura Street bridge, but realize later it was a sailboat with a very tall mast.  No photo of it.

Traffic stops for the bridge to open.











Returning to Selene at Lake Union, we take Manuel's suggestion to chill out, but as hot as the temperature is today, it is hard to find a cool spot.  Inside the cabin would be unbearable (windows have to be closed for his work), the cockpit is in the sun;  and besides that, when he needs to work on the bow, he adjusts the lines to bring it in, and let the stern out, so that we cannot step off the swim platform to the dock.

We love watching the progress Manuel makes, as Willie's Tug takes on a new look.  We say, "Looking good, Manuel."  He replies, "Starting to shine...."


So what to do?  Where to wait?  The coolest place we see is the the fly bridge of  a new 50ft. Selene.  So up we go!   There is a nice breeze up here, plus the view is great.  Later we show Brian, broker of the Selenes, the photo below, and he jokes that he could make that viewing place permanent for us.

Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Sunday, August 20, 2017

The RULES! -- Saturday, August 5, 2017

Queen Anne's Revenge, a tour boat offering cruises aboard the Pirate Ship glides by Willie's Tug's slip at the end of the dock at Selene Yachts NW, Lake Union WA, and we are amused at the decor of a skeleton dangling from her mast.  

















Our last day of moorage in this slip, we enjoy all the boats and personal watercraft that go by, even this one speeding and giving us quite a bounce.















Uh, oh.  The dark lines in the water beyond are the fast boat's wake, and I hope when it finally reaches us, it doesn't rock the baby on the SUP.  He has a toy airplane in his hand, and I can imagine his mother telling him to hold onto it.  If this is not cute, I don't know what is!!!




















Seems like I am not the only one who notices the speed of the boat.  'No wake' here means 7 knots. It's the RULES!



















At two bells, the moon is still high in the sky, and all is well.


Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Saturday, August 5, 2017

US Navy's Blue Angels -- Thursday, August 3, 2017

The sun rises quickly this morning to display an eerie, although beautiful scene in the sky, trailing down onto the waters of Lake Union.  Lingering smoke from the BC fires contributes to the haze and causes an interesting silhouette of long boat rowers as they go past my window.  A quiet swish, swish are the sounds we hear. 















Friend Vicki has alerted us to news that the US Navy's Blue Angels will practice around noon or early afternoon for the weekend Seafest, and that we may see some flyovers from our location.  We get excited and hope to see them.  In the meantime Duke's Chowder House Waterfront Restaurant on the lake is our destination for lunch.  

The temperature is rising and it is hot -- hot!  Our path leads us by some water spouts where children play and cool off.  I am soooo tempted to walk a little closer to get some spray.  Ahead I see a young boy and a baby enjoying the water.



















The cute baby is giggling as she tries to catch the water in her hands. Dad gives me permission for the photo.



The boy thinks it would be fun to cap off the water with his sand pail.


















Duke's restaurant is air conditioned!  Yay! Yay! First a bowl of their awesome chowder, then a wonderfully delicious Rockin' Rockfish taco.  
















No sooner do we finish lunch and walk outside, than we hear the thunderous sound of the Blue Angels.  We see them going away from us, but by standing around for a few minutes, they fly over again -- I'm sure just for my camera.




Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Thursday, August 3, 2017




Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Duck! Dodge!!! -- Tuesday, August 1, 2017

If its Tuesday, it's sailboat races on Lake Union, Seattle, and smoke from the unfortunate fires in British Columbia can be noticed among the trees on the hill above the lake.  With Willie's Tug's lucky mooring site at the end of the dock, Herb and I have the best seats in the house to watch the activities.  Start time is 7P, so other water enthusiasts have plenty of time to play this afternoon. The race, named Duck Doger, is billed as a fun race.  Whimsical rules are that the boats must not cause a duck to change its course! And no boats hitting one another!!


















Even the racers practice a little to warm up.   Circe is delightful, and below we take a closer look at her enchantress of Greek mythology.  Note her 'evil' smile.




More sailboats than I can count.



















Malibu parades by our viewing station.


















The gun sounds and the race is on!  Shogun is near our camera.



















I'm not sure about this boat that anchors; possibly an official of the race.




















Watch how they turn.



















They are all beautiful and graceful, and I just love the colors.













We laugh out loud the first time we see this paddlewheel boat.  A real paddlewheel is at the stern, with cyclists peddling along the side.  So Herb is amused by the fact that the owner charges people to ride the boat and provide free power.  What a business model.  I think she is heading down toward the finish line for a look at the winner.

















Kittiwake hosts Romans and the goddess Venus.

















Spectators watch from the sidelines.  Even the electric boats.

































A sailing SUP.




Winners and losers all line up on either side of the anchored boat at the end of the race for socializing.  The center boat anchors and all others raft to her.
It is a big anchor!

















The race is a success, as no one hit another boat, and no ducks change course, but stay out of the way of the fun-loving sailors, only cruising by Willie's Tug to say Hello.

















Herb says he has the best seat in the house.  Front row, almost center!


Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Tuesday, August 1, 2017



Saturday, August 12, 2017

Willie's Tug Goes South for the Summer! -- Monday, July 31, 2017

No breakfast this morning as we cast off the lines of Willie's Tug and round the breakwater of Cap Sante Marina, heading straight into the sunrise a little after 6A.   Our early departure will get us to the Strait of Juan de Fuca during its calmest waters of the day.

The temperature is a pleasant 57 degrees, and we can see fog in the distance against the foothills.

















I can't resist a photo of this lovely ship, Navios Felicity, in Guemes Channel. The shrimp trap buoys are much easier to see with the red color and longer sticks. 


















The Burroughs Light House comes into view as we turn south.
















I take the helm while the captain/cook makes breakfast as we cross the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which is behaving quite nice today, and we are surprised to find shrimp traps scattered about.












Finally nearing our destination of Lake Union, we have quite a wait to go through the lock that will take us from salt water into the fresh.  You would maybe expect tons of boats on a week end, but hey, this is Monday!   We drift -- or tread water -- for a few minutes, then head over to the staging area to tie up to the wall.  So does another boat, interestingly enough named Slomocean, who slowly moves to the wall also.

















Herb at the bow of the boat, and being the higher end, ties to a small bollard on the wall where we wait.


However, I at the stern have to loop a lower bollard that is evidently under water a lot; hence the barnacles.  Yuk!  As we tend the lines, mine doesn't slide over the rough obstacles and I have a heck of a time getting it off when it is time to go into the lock.


















Once out of the lock, I take a photo of "O" Dock at Stimson Marina in Ballard, where we spent a few summers.










A short distance down the ship canal into Lake Union we find our slip at the end of a dock, where we have a great view of Gas Works Park and lots of boating activities.  Late in the afternoon as we sit in the cockpit of Willie's Tug, I hear a splash, look around to see a lady in the water holding onto her Stand-Up Paddleboard (SUP).  She and her husband laugh at her spill, as she climbs back aboard.  Seeing Herb and me, they ask if we will take photos of them and eMail to them.   "Shall we air drop them?"   "No, we fortunately did not bring our phones on the SUP."   I tell her it would make a memorable photo if she would fall overboard again -- she really laughs at this, but declines!  


















We finally get at least one of the dogs to look at the camera.

Willie of Willie's Tug,
   and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
   Monday, July 31, 2017