|The VASHON leaving Lopez Landing.|
Photograph 1967 by Delores Foss.©
Foss cards sold at Lopez Village Market,
Lopez Island, WA.
The VASHON was built at the Lake Washington Shipyards, Houghton (Kirkland). She was actually built for the Fauntleroy-Vashon ferry run, but in its early years, it also made a run to Marion Street in Seattle until the downtown traffic became too crowded.
The VASHON was built to haul 75 cars, but later only held about 40 because the cars grew wider and lower.
Ralph White described the VASHON as providing several years of good dependable service. Affection naturally developed, White said, between the island people and the vessel. "They said thumbs down on the WALLA WALLA, but kept saying bring the VASHON back up."
White told a story about Captain Frank Fowler, Shaw Island, who piloted the VASHON on and off over the years. He says that when radar was installed in the latter years of Fowler's reign, he followed the rules on using the radar in fog. "But, White says, "he still used the old method too. The one where you blow the whistle and lean out of the wheelhouse to count the seconds until the echo returns."
The VASHON was a part of what was called the "white collar line." She was so called because of the black funnel stack that had a white collar with a red or black K (for Kitsap County Transportation Co.) in it."
BASH ON THE VASHON
The June 1978 return of the Washington State built ferry was cause for celebration, and that is what happened when islanders welcomed their spruced up "Old Reliable" back to the islands. There was big band music with Friday Harbor's own orchestra --- "One More Time" --- dancing, and food, all this for a round trip ticket of $1.70. The crew accommodated by allowing non-scheduled stops for party-goers. Co-sponsors were the San Juan Ferry Advisory Committee and the Washington ferry rider-owners publication Enetai. Ed Sutton headed up the event with many other volunteers for the welcome-home family party. The ship was in full dress, Magnus "Bud" Berglund did an exquisite art print of the VASHON full of celebrants and the day was grand.
|VASHON, Prince of Wales Island, Alaska.|
Final resting place.
1986 photo courtesy of Bruce King©.
From L.W. North, Deer Harbor:
"It seemed as if the VASHON had always been there. Other boats came and then were gone come fall; the tourist crowds had gone home to brag about their summer trip in the islands and tell of long lines at the terminals and question why "we" didn't have more ferry boats.
The old girl plodded back and forth, doing what was expected of her, fair and foul weather except for those few northeasters, in which no boat should be caught.
I remember one storm she was bluffing her way through. I was about eleven and the waves had her rolling quite a bit. Things and people were skidding about, some hanging on to stanchions while expressing opinions on the seaworthiness of flatboats when --- the cabin door slid open adding spray to the mess. There was a lady who must have found a sale on oranges in Anacortes because she had a gunny bag full, almost more than she could carry. The boat fell off a wave and dove into the next one rather roughly, sending the poor lady sprawling on the wet deck. The bag of oranges unloaded in all directions and to every corner of the big cabin. For the next half-hour, crew and passengers corralled the rolling missiles any way possible until at Lopez we watched the lady head up the ramp clutching her full bag of fruit as she leaned into the blowing rain."
From: Jan Kolton-Titus, Orcas Island:
"In the main cabin, the VASHON sported the most wonderful brass poles, around which children could whirl until we were dizzy! The round seats in the diner area also could be turned around and around! In those innocent, pre-"ELWAH on the Rocks" days, an occasional, privileged passenger could go up to the bridge and ride across with the Captain! My great aunt, Jean Donohue, had taught Captain John Oldow in first grade in Seattle, so we were among the privileged sometimes."
From: JK Long, formerly of Orcas Island:
"We all have different memories of the VASHON; one winter during WW2 returning from Anacortes it was very rough and we took a wave over the front car deck which swamped the engine room. Lost power for a while and the crew was panicky. My mom and I were sitting in our 1941 Plymouth having a sandwich with first class seats. The VASHON is just another testimony to our bumbling bureaucracy."
From; Photographer Joe Williamson, 1978, when the "Bash on the VASHON" crew were seeking photos for the press coverage:
"I've always been struck by the distinctive sound of the VASHON'S old "one-cylinder" engine, a sort of putt-putt-putt."
Ron Burke, historian.
"It soon became apparent how the engine room could be maintained with such a polished, well-scrubbed look. Her long-time Chief, Roy W. Kennard, was a stickler for neatness and a schedule was posted for the weekly cleaning schedule. On Thursdays, the brass was polished and the steel handrails were brightened with kerosene and emery cloth.
On Fridays, the fir floorboards were scrubbed with a long-handled steel bristle brush using a mixture of hot water, lye, and trisodium phosphate. On Saturdays, the paintwork, including the painted wood floors of the raised platforms and the steel ladder treads were washed with hot water and trisodium.
We oilers lived aboard in the forecastle forward of the engine room. Showers were taken by running a hose into a perforated bucket hanging in the No. 1 shaft alley. The overhead of the forecastle leaked like a sieve on rainy days through seams in the car deck.
Over the fifty years, her machinery required little more than routine maintenance. During the summer of 1949, we replaced one journal bearing on the main engine.
The VASHON was part of the sale to Washington State Ferries in 1951 and continued to operate off and on until c. 1980. I was able to introduce my family to her on a camping trip to Orcas in 1966.
The engineers I worked with during those two years were quite willing to share their knowledge, skills, and values. Several of them tried to convince me that while the engine room was all right for a summer job, I should seek a career that did not involve a lifetime of watch-standing below decks. I eventually understood their wisdom and started to direct my efforts in another direction. These were formative years in my life and 'Old Reliable' played an important part."
4:53 A.M. arrival at Friday Harbor, WA., 23 May 1948.
The INDIAN, NEREID, DARING, SERVICE, HONEY,
with VASHON watching over all.
Original photo by Bob & Ira Spring, Seattle, WA.
Courtesy of Saltwater People Historical Society©