Rosario Resort transport.
Idling along at 3-knots, bouncing whistle blasts off the bluff a hundred yards away, and counting the time it took for the echoes to return, in total isolation from any other part of the world, the first conclusion only seemed more valid. That was not what an excursion boat was supposed to be doing.
1972 Route of the IMPERIAL,
Capt. "Corkey" North and son Chet.
Photo from the archives of the S.P.H.S.©
Chet yelled and pointed ahead. He had heard an echo, eventually the south end of Strawberry Island toyed with us, so we turned south to parallel Cypress with hopes of finding the bell buoy. Suddenly we were in beautiful morning sun and Anacortes was where it should be; it seemed we raced along at our normal 9-knots again and would be in time to pick up the passengers while they still had smiles on their faces.
Son Chet pointed behind us where maybe ten boats streamed out in our wake as the fog lifted and sun brightened the morning. Some one called on the marine radio "good job, skipper". Much later I was informed that voice had been one of the investors, following behind us in the fleet, since we had left Rosario.
In Anacortes, passengers rushed to get aboard, some of them looking in every box and compartment, even in my own day-bag and passed theories on everything. Not all theories of a correct nature as we cruised back to the resort among wisps of fog in the warm, fall sun.
|Rosario Resort, Orcas Island, WA.|
Undated photograph by F. Wear.
From the archives of the Saltwater People Historical Society.
One can only smile and say "maybe we will do better next time you visit".
Written by L.W. North, historian/mariner and long time Orcas Island resident.
For the Saltwater People Historical Society