I apologize to the guy from Bend whom I didn’t talk to as long as I would have liked. And to the guy with the rowing boat from Morro Bay who I couldn’t find later. And for missing the capsize demo. And for skipping the great sail by. And I could go on.
But the Port Townsend Wooden Boat Festival was a great romp, that as usual, didn’t turn out quite the way I thought it would or should. As noted in my story over at Three Sheets NW, the festival is like a tidal river that pulls you along in a general direction, but with twists, eddies, and whirlpools that you can’t foresee at the start.
There are so many people to talk to. They grab you. You chat them up, then like at a good party, the discussion leads in a completely new direction. I am one minute obsessive about seeing every boat and the next numb with varnish overload. How did I end up on the water next to the Adventuress with her 5,500 square feet of sail? How did I miss going to the sail loft of notable NW sail maker Carol Hasse? Why didn’t I get to Fort Worden again? So many questions, so few answers, but so many good times.
Next year I tell myself, I’ll go slower. I’ll make a schedule. I’ll check off everything on my list. Then I am reminded that one of the things I like best about my annual visit to the festival is the lack of a schedule, the flow, and the spontaneity. In either case, I’ll have regrets; trying to create the perfect mix must be what keeps me coming back year after year.