If This is Rose Festival, It Must Be Raining
Parking by OMSI and walking across the Hawthorne Bridge is a very easy route right to Waterfront Park, especially on Parade Day (we do not drive downtown on Parade Day). And my goal was just north of the bridge; the two tall ships, the Lady Washington
and the Hawaiian Chieftain
. I'd been looking forward to seeing the boat where the Librarian will live and work for five months (not including last summer's stint). She gave me a tour, which included places that the Ordinary Masses don't get to see (*gloats*
), and introduced me to many of the crew members.
We chatted for a while with the engineer, who is also the gunner. So, of course, we had
to talk about the cannons (I know; my fascination with cannons may seem odd for someone with a strong No Hurting Others policy. I'm very complex). There's way too much to detail about the ship here, let me just say that they're very, very cool. Check them out this weekend, if you can.
I uploaded some pictures to Flickr, you can view them by clicking on the photo:
Click to see the Flickr Set.
Sea-Fever Current Mood: cheerful
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
John Masefield (1878-1967)
English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967