The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1940-06-19

Il they are. sometimes there's
hat the voyage was less than
low. and they heaeheombed. The
weather turned nasty. but their
dispositions didn't
1, was hard work. every inch Of
the way. but they finally reached
the northern tip Of Vancouver
island. Before them was Queen
Charlotte Sound
The wind and the water Of
Queen Charlotte Sound was their
nemesis For two whole weeks
they eamped misershly on tiny
isle while the wind blew relentless
~ out Of the north into their teeth.
and the waves pounded thunder
ously upon their beach
At times the rollers piled to rise
30 feet. but it was the adverse wind
which finally seuttled their hopes
and plans There was nothing left
for them but 10 surrender TO the
weather. after all.
II took them two months
and a lifetime quota of varied
adventurous experiences TO get
that far. II took just four days
of sailing 10 return To Tacoma.
Defeated > Satisfied that the task
is too big? Lack Of capability? oh.
no. just luck-and lesson learn
ed. And not the least OF their mis-
adventures came shortly before
their turn back. when they encoun-
tered Seymour Narrows. famed for
treachery.
Endesvoring to play II as smart
as possible. they made the Chez
chako fast to a boom of logs about
TO traverse the tricky channel.
Midway the tug. boom and
Cheechako were embroiled in
five foot tide rip. The Is inch
boom stick to which they were
tethered snapped like the proven
bal match. The boom was cock
billed. jill poked. shuffled and
scrambled thoroughly and swiftly;
logs would grind and disappear
under water, then shoot high into
the air hundred feet away.
The Cheechako spun in whirl-
pools like chip; she slammed
against logs seemingly animated
with insanity; she was caught in
nightmarish maelstrom, and
there was nothing her crew could
do but cling for dear life. II was
certainly no place for a 20 foot
sailboat.
Then the logs jammed - under
and around the Cheechako. They
groaned and heaved and CRASHED
in the boiling water.
A combination of cat and sailor.
each Of the trio nimble footed
around and looked smartly alive
to his desperate task.
Yes. the Cheechako was saved.
and so was her doughty little crew.
But not without scars.
But the incident" didn't deter
them, and neither had the storm
which had thrown them high onto
beach upon a previous occasion.
No, they didn't give up the
ghost very easily. And Young. at
least. looks upon the entire venture
simply as truce. not surrender.
He'll just do more experienced
job of choosing his season-next
time.
T. Y. e. Cruise
Sunday the members of the Ia
coma Yacht club staged their an
nual Commodore Cruise. this year
rendezvousing at Anderson island.
Among other festivities. a pow
erboat race was held; compli-
Gated affair of secret computations,
estimated speeds, ct cetera.
And there must be a moral Of
some sort contained in the fact
that OF the IA boats competing in
the Commodore race. Commodore
Bill Healy's Fellowship was the
only craft which failed to finish.
Otherwise. those boats and their
respective shippers who did come
home in the money were as fol-
lows:
First. Happy Hours. Lorenzo
Mansfield: second. III Phileen. Ed
Cooney: third. Lillian. r. c. Bour-
don: fourth, Dutch Maid, w. w.
Davis
The other contestants aren't
Dragging very enthusiastically
about the results Although all