![]() Because, however you cruise, you need only venture a few degrees north to where the roads end and you will be reminded of the magnificence of where we live. Yet I’m frequently amazed that many Puget Sounders have never answered that call, never ventured north of Port Townsend or perhaps Victoria, BC. But for those of us who live here, the lure is an extension of the impulses that brought us to the shores of Puget Sound in the first place – a yen for wildness, for the sea and the mountains and the intrinsic sense of adventure they convey. ![]() I hear that call, or feel it, each spring. ![]() From Seattle’s Fishermens Terminal to Port Townsend and Bellingham Bay, the boatyards and marinas are abuzz with power sanders and arc welders, the smell of varnish fumes and sawdust and diesel oil – fishermen and boaters gearing up for another voyage up the Inside Passage to Alaska. ![]() Hundreds, then thousands of tourists from California or North Dakota or South Korea, will spill off jetliners and onto those huge floating hotels on the Seattle waterfront, all headed north for a week of bottomless food, drink, selfies and perhaps a glimpse of an Alaska glacier.įor those of us who live here, the Call of the North manifests very differently. The following originally was published in Post Alley.īy the end of April, the annual migration will begin. ![]()
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