The Pacific Northwest was the last hold out on summer, but finally we got a taste of it this weekend. With sunny warm weather forecast the hard part was trying to decide what to do with it! I had noticed that the historic Bair Drugstore built in 1895, which had been converted to a café but closed, was reopened for business. So as a change of pace Theresa and I decided to watch the sunrise with an early morning paddle then head over to the Bair for breakfast.
A thermos full of Peets Major Dickason’s Blend took the sting out of having to beat the 5:18 a.m. sunrise. The other reward was having the waterfront to ourselves. No one was stirring at the Steilacoom Ferry Dock as we slide our kayaks into the sound.
We weren’t really looking for anything extra ordinary; we just wanted to do a quick circuit around Ketron Island to enjoy the weather and early morning tranquility. However, as we turned our gaze across Cormorant Passage for our crossing we saw right off that something was out of the ordinary. Although the M/V Christine Anderson, the ferry currently serving both Ketron and Anderson Island was moored behind in her slip, there was another ferry tied just to the south of the Ketron landing.
As it turns out this was the old M/V Olympic a one-engine, 600-passenger, 50-car ferry put in operation with the Washington State Ferry system in 1954 but now privately owned. Apparently she was recently moved from her berthing in Eagle Harbor. She wasn’t originally built for Washington waters but rather started her career on the Chesapeake Bay but was soon out of work after a bridge was built across the bay. Since entering service with the WSF system she’s had a varied career. You can find the details here.
It’s always a bit sad to see an old vessel slowly being consumed by age and rust. And like an old building, I couldn’t help but wonder about the stories she’d tell if she could; storms, human drama. I won’t ever know with certainty, but I am sure there has to be many stories associated with her.
Still, we didn’t dilly dally too long as there was a breakfast waiting for us at the end of this journey.