Velella's Drift

An account of Velella's voyage from Seattle to New York via Panama, 2009-2011

Archive for August, 2009


We slipped out of Shilshole Bay Marina this morning at 7:30am in the quiet fog. Strangely, there was about 8-9 knots of wind, which is rare in fog, but it meant we were able to sail through it. Quickly the visibility diminished to where we could only see boats within about a quater-mile; a ghoulishly freaky experience when a huge ship appears out of nowhere right in front of you. We started sounding our fog signals, one prolonged two shorts, every two minutes, as did everyone around us. What a strange feeling to be blindly feeling your way by sail and sound. We’re outside of Everett now and will soon call Traffic Control to make sure it’s okay to cross the lanes over to the Port Townsend side.

I am happy to report that it’s incredibly homey inside little Velella. We had hot oatmeal with bananas and tea for breakfast, and now I’m curled up on the couch. Not looking forward to the battering we’re sure to take in the Strait of Juan de Fuca, but we might get lucky with a relatively smooth ride if we time everything right. After all, we did pour a libation to Neptune this morning as we left the dock.

Prescott in his brilliant hammock-helm chair

Prescott in his brilliant hammock-helm chair