We’re home, yay! The past few months we’ve been at the Salmon Bay Marina, a very friendly, family-run marina a bit east of the Ballard Locks near Fisherman’s Terminal. We aren’t leaving early because of any complaint with the business, on the contrary, our experience there was great. It’s the unfortunate geography of having them be on the wrong side of the Locks that has been such a problem for our family.
With the fibromyalgia, I have very little energy. If we could somehow put my mental and physical energy into measurable units, then it’s safe to say that driving to Lehua, getting her ready to go, leaving the marina, and getting through the Locks (during which I’m driving and parking, not a stress-free task by any means), takes over half the energy I seem to have during any given voyage. I usually end up resting for much of a trip, leaving Greg to single-hand.
This map will help:
That big stretch of water right down the middle, “where all the fun stuff is”, is Puget Sound, and that’s where we want to be sailing 99% of the time. On the map, where we were doesn’t seem too far off, and indeed it isn’t, until you consider how much energy it takes to get through there to the Sound. For someone with normal health, this is mostly an inconvenience at best and a big headache at worst, but for me, it’s grueling, and cuts the time I have available to me to sail by over half.
We’ve been on the waitlist at Shilshole Bay Marina ever since we bought Lehua. Today I called to check in and see where we were in the line-up. I ended up talking with someone, I’ll call him Angel (he’s our boat angel), who said we were still down a bit on the list. “Okay, thanks,” I said.
But then he asked, “Do you need to get out of your current marina right away?”
I told him no, our current marina was great, and then I explained about the fibro and why we were so looking forward to when we could be at Shilshole. He thinks for a moment, and then says, “Well heck, we have a bunch of 42′ slips available (it’s the end of the season). Why don’t you take one of those, and I’ll charge you the lower price, and then you can just move into the smaller slip when it comes up?”
Cue me shrieking and jumping up and down in the living room and high-fiving the universe, and then exclaiming, “I COULD HUG YOU RIGHT NOW!” Thankfully this seemed to amuse him rather than scare him.
So, we did it! We called our marina, and they were sorry to see us go but admitted that it was actually good timing; they’re in the midst of some renovations anyway and were already set to ask us to move Lehua around while they worked on that, so having us out completely was actually helpful. Greg and I had, bizarrely, nothing much to do today, so Jason watched the kids while we went down and moved our girl to her new home.
I just can’t express how grateful I am! Thank you, Angel! Thank you so much! Our move today took two hours. Two hours just to get from our marina, through the busy Locks, and over to Shilshole Bay. From now on we can climb in the car, be at the boat in five minutes, and then be out in the Sound in less than half an hour, with no Lock-stress in between. The difference this makes on our sailing lives will be incredible.