Strait of Juan de Fuca

Then he decided it was only a low, marshy land.

But he was so disappointed that he called a projecting point of land Cape Flattery, and Cape Flattery it is today, on the southern shore of the Straits of San Juan de Fuca.

On he sailed northward, this time with a breeze from the south, until he found himself at the entrance of a large sound.

Just at sunset, the ship sailed in.

End of chapter three Chapter four of Early Days of Old Oregon by Catherine Berry Judson.

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Chapter four, The Battle in the Straits of San Juan de Fuca Captain Barkley was the first man to see the Straits of San Juan de Fuca, so far as we know, and Barkley named them, since he knew of that old Portuguese sailor who claimed to have seen such straits on the western coast of America.

Captain Mires claimed that he himself named them, but this is incorrect.

The credit of first passing through the entire length of the Straits of Fuca is due to Kendrick, who made the passage in the sloop Washington after the departure of Gray to China on the Columbia.

The account of the passage of the Washington through the Straits of Fuca was especially called to Vancouver's attention by the British Admiralty on the occasion of his surveying voyage of 1791, when he was particularly to examine the support strait of Juan de Fuca, said to be situated between the 48th and 49th north latitude, and to lead to an opening through which the sloop Washington was reported to have passed in 1789 and to have come out again to the northward of Nootka.

Vancouver later denied to Americans the credit of first sailing entirely through the Straits of Fuca, resting his opinion on Gray's statement that he sailed only 50 miles within it, which was true, the credit belonging to Kendrick in his voyage with the Washington after Gray's departure from the coast in 1789.

The efforts of Kendrick and Gray resulted in the obtaining of a full cargo of furs which, in accordance with their instructions, were to be sold in China.

It had been seen the year before by Captain Barkley, who named it, told other captains about it, and wrote about it in his logbook.

Captain Barkley thought it might be the Straits of Juan de Fuca.

He also called this broad inlet by that name.

Both captains thought this inlet must lead either straight across to the Atlantic Ocean, or else connect with rivers that emptied into that ocean.

Have you ever been there? Just curious.

It's like on the Straits of Juan de Fuca.

Campsites like just overlooking the beach there.

And you can look across and see Canada on a clear day.

That's a newer thing for us on this side.

So the Salish Sea is the encompassing term for the body of water that is Puget Sound, the Strait of Georgia and the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

Okay.

Because A, it's honoring the Salish peoples that lived there.

Like, if you're successful in Toronto, you think of where we live out here, and you go, oh, God, I'd love to own a vacation home out there.

I don't know anybody who's sitting around wistfully looking out at the Olympic Mountains over the Strait thinking, oh, I wish I was looking out at Lake Ontario right now.

Not that there's anything wrong with Lake Ontario.

And that's what it's called, by the way.

The disaster of the Clallam probably also affected Locke's decision not to evacuate the passengers from the Sophia.

On January8th, 1904, the Clallam, under the command of Captain George Roberts, encountered a severe storm while crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca while traveling to Victoria, British Columbia.

Water began pouring into the ship through a broken porthole, and the pumps could not keep up with it.

Captain Roberts believed the Clallam was about to sink, so he ordered the three lifeboats lowered, and he evacuated mostly women and children.

We met, we fell in love, and within a year, we were married and moving to England.

There was all this excitement, the engagement, the wedding planning, the bridal shower, the wedding itself, which was in this w-wonderful place on San Juan Island in the Strait of Juan de Fuca in the farthest northwest corner of the United States.

It was a wonderful ceremony.

We got married in a tiny little chapel overlooking the water.