Run-Around-Sue...Clark
and Sue
Bayliner 285 Ciera
The first order of business is how
do I fit into this family? Well, Glenn is my cousin, which means Pamela is my
first cousin once removed and BJ, Aaron, Jeremy and Steve are….who knows? What
is more important is that my parents Jean and Denton were close friends with
Glenn and Lorraine and finally, in my old age, I have come to know Glenn and
Lorraine also.
Unlike most members of the Family
Yacht Club, we have one of those noisy, stinky and obnoxious powerboats. I
should be forgiven for this since I was raised on the desert side of the state,
and am used to seeing 360 degrees of shoreline from any body of water.
While growing up, my father would
often take me lake fishing. My vision of the ideal boat was a 12-foot aluminum
with a trolling motor. As an adult, I did little fishing until my youngest son
Brian (born in 1984) developed a keen interest. I finally bought that 12-foot
aluminum and quickly graduated to a 15 footer (which we still have and use).
Our eyes soon turned to the salt
water and salmon fishing, so we purchased a 20-foot fiberglass boat in 1995.
Almost immediately, we were using the boat to go from Everett to the San Juans,
so decided we needed something we could sleep on. In 1998, we bought a new
Bayliner 2452 and began enjoying the luxuries of a berth, head and galley. Sue,
Brian and I spent many great times over the next few years fishing and cruising.
Eventually, Brian grew to a young man and had little time for his parents and
boating.
Sue
and I, now child-less, bought our current boat in 2003.
We also joined Dagmar’s Yacht Club
in Everett and, whenever possible, cruise the Sound, San Juan and Gulf Islands.
While
this isn’t much of a fishing boat, we still can occasionally lure Brian out when
the salmon are running.
We have, for various reasons, been
conspicuously absent from Family Yacht Club cruises this past year. We hope to
remedy this during the 2005 season. However, don’t look for us on Thanksgiving;
we power boaters are pretty wimpy you know.
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Submitted by
Lorraine: The following is a poem written in 1970 by Jean, mother of
Clark, about her adventures aboard her sister Bobbi's charter boat the Cebu.
The accompanying buddy boat was the Gallant Lady owned by Jean's other
sister Rachael and her husband Bill. Onboard the Cebu was Glenn's
mother Mina, and I believe Jean was the cook. She never got on a boat again.
Here we go----
The Saga of the Cebu
'twas on a day in mid Jul-tember
On a date we shall remember
That the gallant ship Cebu
With a large and happy crew
Left her port.
Oh, a sister ship was near
On that day both we and drear
So through the locks we sped
And northward turned her head
To her fate.
Anacortes was her call
And I want to tell you all
But for skillful repairs there
That voyage so brave and fair
Would be doomed.
So 'twas northward on our way
Once more hearts were light and
gay.
Meanwhile Michael and his pot
Soaked his foot against the rot
So we sailed on.
Bedwell Harbour came on next
When we left it were vexed
Pit-less apricots-we had pecks!!
So we journeyed toward our fate.
Montague Harbour no moorage gave.
So we slept amid the wave.
In the morning damp and dark
Did the skipper disembark
With a part!
Gallant Lady was her name.
On this trip she shared our fame
Skipper's sick and what's to do?
Fly one in to join our crew.
To share our voyage.
Strait of Georgia must be crossed
Over seas oft tempest tossed
Torpedoes a threat that nearly
causes loss.
Sailing onward.
Dinghy adrift and must be lost
The Lady must search whatever the
cost.
To the rescue a log tug came.
We were glad to give them their
fame.
Two were saved.
Pender Harbour was it's name.
Oysters are its claim to fame.
Ate we all that we could hold
Those of us who were so bold.
Yum! Yum!
Malibu, The Young Life Camp
Beside the sea-its sunny, not damp.
Wait you there the turn of the tide
Princess Louisa to rush inside.
Hurry! Quick!
Norway you're not! Nor yet a lake.
Pictures there are so many to take.
Chatterbox Falls a sight to see.
Is the swimming warm? Don't ask
me.
We're glad we're here.
Headed home and now its time
To throw the Jaro a helping line.
Thanked for the help-were on our
way
To moorage safe in Egmont Bay.
A good deed done.
The tide goes in the tide goes out
With a roar-you need to shout.
But the oysters grow big and the
beach is neat
And we leave the place with
reluctant feet
To journey on.
The Straits are wide and the water
is deep
The sea is rough and the waves are
steep.
So say a prayer and hang on fast
Like everything else it too will be
past.
Thank goodness.
Burgoyne Beach is the place to be
Except the beach is going under the
sea.
But someone is sick, this time it
is Jean.
Her face is swollen, a sight to be
seen.
Oh! Ouch!
The town of Sidney's a very nice
town
With dentists and drugstores and
taxis around.
Jean has some pills-She's
better-I’m glad
When the cook is sick, things
really are sad.
Get well.
Old Roche Harbor's an historic old
spot.
Old kilns, old cabins, old tombs
and what-not.
They fly many flags with ceremonies
too.
At sunset we cheered the Red-White
and Blue.
Hurrah!
And now almost home to stop just
once more.
La Conner's our choice for our last
night ashore.
The shops are nice, but it is late
To save our money is our fate.
Too bad.
The voyage now is over and fate has
been kind
We're back in the harbor, safe from
the wind.
The company's been great, the food
has been too.
So goodbye for now, and three
cheers for the Cebu.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
August 6, 1970
Go to:
Glenn & Lorraine;
Cliff & Pamela;
BJ & Trish;
Aaron & Julie;
Jeremy & Monica;
Steve
Bayliner 285 Ciera
Sue
and I, now child-less, bought our current boat in 2003. 
While
this isn’t much of a fishing boat, we still can occasionally lure Brian out when
the salmon are running.