The Thorn Report

Discussion in 'PORTLAND AREA Dart Association (PADA)' started by CraigB, Feb 9, 2007.

  1. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    THE 41st OREGON OPEN...

    It turns out QueenBee and I didn't draw each other, but I still got a another friend and strong shooter from Tacoma. I played decently--we made it to the money round--but I continued to battle the yips and probably disappointed my partner a bit. We both knew we were a strong pair in the easiest flight...

    As I recall QueenBee also got a good draw and did well. She continued to do win money all weekend...

    But I don't know how some of you do it. How do you attend all or most of the events?! That is a lot of darts and partying! So, for the second year in a row, especially with some baffling dartitis, I only made it to the Blind Draw...

    So, here it is--all my pics from Friday night. There are way too many SEWAnauts and nicknames to acknowledge or invent so I'll let you identify yourselves any way you want in the Thorn Retortlink if you like. And I'll just let the pictures do most of the talking...

    I know this report is months late, but a wise elder once said "better late than never". My biggest thanks and best knuckle knock to the PADA, the Elks, and fellow participants for filling my photos with...

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    ...great T-shirts...

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    ...great partners...

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    ...great shooters...

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    ...great flights...

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    ...great ladies...

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    ...great people...

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    ...great staff...

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    ...more great players and people...

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    But, I got my favorite shot long after I had finished...

    Around midnight, as the opening night playoffs raged on into the wee hours--and gathering my things ready to call it a night--this sturdy old man came into view. Undoubtedly, he was a hearty version of a senior Elks member, who ditched the blue-hairs and short-stepped over from the ball room restaurant lounge, to see what all the hubbub was about. As I was sneaking out my camera, I studied him. I smiled, as he continued to stare at the endless walls of dartboards, scanning the seemingly crazy mass of people playing darts...

    You could just tell that he wanted to play. Hopefully, someone handed him a set of darts and encouraged him to give it a shot...

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    Better late than never...

    Over and double out.
     
  2. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    FIRE AND ICE...

    My May was filled with more than just my dart fetish--maybe because my dartitis was now full blown and beyond denial--but there was some sisal joy. First, a novice friend, who might barely qualify as a newbie, happened to spontaneously combust and toss two T20's...

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    Meanwhile, despite my frigid play, I somehow managed another ton80, taking my 2010 total to 16...

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    Soon after, Bones made his 12th of the year--this time leaving himself up in Annie's room...

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    Why didn't he leave himself 40, 36 or 32? Well, in the "Pressy Pally" we have an endless 180 contest and tend to go for them regardless of the situation--bad leave, bad strategy, or bust. After burning Bones for months, the tables were beginning to turn. As he reached his "next level", getting hotter and hotter, I continued to get cold. At this rate, soon he would tie me in maxims and leave me in his smoke...

    But, there's so much more to life than darts...

    Like whitewater in the the desert, other friends and obsessions, and travel...

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    Another weekend of fly-fishing on the Deschutes River with my friend and fellow leaguer, Clay, was just what I needed to lift the stress of my longest year yet of middle school teaching--and a growing frustration with my dart game. With luck, we got the best campsite on the river, and I unfolded the chair I won so many years before at the PADA Christmas shoot.

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    Back in Rip City, it was time for game 4 in the first round of the NBA playoffs versus the Phoenix Suns. Picking up my eldest nephew, I met my sister's new googly-eyed pug, Penelope, who was snuggling with the more mellow Sandy Mae..

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    After clawing their way to sixth seed in the playoffs, overcoming endless injuries and surprising many, the Blazers were still on fire, tying the series at 2-2...

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    Alas, the Suns would cast a shadow on the Blazers, knocking them out in game 6, to go all the way to the Western Conference finals before being eclipsed by LA...

    At some point mid May, I slipped over to the Triple Nickel for one of the PADA's new weekday blind draws. I got a great partner, a younger woman and newer league member, eager to add to her experience. The playing field was fairly level and she shot well, but as feared, I fell short when I was needed most and we got bumped at the end of flight...

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    Here's my anonymous partner showing good form...

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    Meanwhile, my parents were on secret assignment to find some sign of darts in, of all places, Iceland...

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    That unpronounceable volcano, Mt. Eyjafjallajökull, was still belching ash over Europe and shutting down air traffic, but it didn't stop my folks from visiting this uniquely thermodynamic island in the middle of the north Atlantic...

    Mom clicked the peaks and glaciers of Greenland from her window seat...

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    Geysers, hot springs, and waterfalls are among the most popular natural wonders...

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    But nothing sparked my interest as much as this rift--where the world is literally ripping apart at the seams, where the two continental plates between North America and Europe are slowly but surely separating...

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    Which is the complete opposite of my parents, who are quickly approaching a half century of togetherness...

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    They didn't find any darts on their Iceland adventure, but at least they found their son's favorite flower...

    Maybe my sister and her husband--also on a secret assignment for Thorn, this time in Portugal--would have better luck...

    Over and double out.
     
  3. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    DARTING UP THE PACIFIC COAST, Part I: Catalina or Bust

    In mid May I found time for my own adventure. It was a great deal--five days, five ports, and cruising solo for five hundred dollars--from Portland to Los Angeles, Catalina Island, San Francisco, Victoria, and Vancouver, British Columbia. I'd fly down for two hundred, maybe two hundred more in play money, and a hundred more to bus back to the Rose City from the Canadian border...

    Another high-seas dart-hunting guaranteed Thorn-a-thon for under a thousand dollars! The day came and Bonesy dropped me off at the airport Sunday morning...

    Somehow, I keep getting great weather flying out of PDX. It was Mother's Day so I waved to my mom as I flew out of Rip City...

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    Thirty years ago this month, on another crystal clear Sunday, my mother and I watched the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. They say Mt. Rainier, her bigger brother in the background, will be the next family member of the Cascade Mountains to blow their top...

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    I landed at Long Beach Airport around noon, this time without lost luggage (and darts!). I still had to find a cheap way to get from airport to seaport, but a friendly family let me chip in on their shuttle reservation...twenty bucks was a bit more than I hoped, but well worth avoiding a ninety minute city bus ride through South Central...and a worry free way to get on board my boat that much sooner! My luxury liner, the Golden Princess, is the sister ship of the Star Princess, the ship I spent a month on rounding South America, a ship that had a dartboard in the cigar bar, and I had high hopes that the Golden would have one too...

    Thanking my new friends and driver at the dock, we parted ways and disappeared into our respective terminals, and I was soon aboard, "bing". As I watched their ship depart first--Royal Caribbean's Mariner of the Seas bound for the Mexican Riviera--I pretended they were out on the decks too, waving bon voyage back to me...

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    Then I circled the ship, snapping pictures, awaiting my own departure...

    Even the massive sprawling Port of Los Angeles can be pretty in the sensational California sun...

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    A few deep horn blasts later, our massive vessel hoisted it's moorings and slowly hummed past the yacht clubs that lined the harbor's exit...

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    And soon, we were entering the Pacific. I whale watched the wonderful blue expanse, happy as could be in the wind, sea-bound again...

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    No humpbacks, dolphins or flying fish this time, but far off, the horizon was disturbingly dotted with oil rigs. Believe it or not, the Deepwater Horizon Gulf Spill was already three weeks old, and my thoughts whirled. About me. About you. About us and them. About the world...

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    But I snapped out of it. :wink: :D

    Filled with fresh air, I headed inside, fingers crossed, following the familiar deck plans--the Golden was an identical twin to the Star Princess!--to see if the the dartboard was where I expected--on the starboard wall in the sports bar by the casino, deck six. Turning the corner into the smoky pub, I saw it...

    An empty space where the board should be. I checked the port side. Nothing. I asked the bartender "If ever...". No dartboard. Completely bummed out but undaunted, I made plans to inquire further with the first cruise director I could find...

    On an positive note, at the purser's desk, I managed to get a complimentary upgrade from my inside cabin to a ocean-view stateroom, sweetening the deal on this cruise...

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    Besides the overall bargain, my main mission for this trip was the stop at Santa Catalina Island, a unique Hollywood getaway twenty miles off the mainland--and the only place I haven't been before. Our itinerary indicated that we would dock at 10 pm, and I hoped that I could slip off and search the few bars in town...my best chance to see some bars when they're open...

    Unfortunately, I soon learned that the tenders wouldn't be running until morning. Another disappointment to go with the missing dart board in the cigar bar...

    Oh well, I thought, tomorrow I might be able to squeeze in a morning snorkel in Catalina's famous kelp forests and still search for some dartboards around lunchtime...

    Back on deck, my first cocktail in hand, I watched the island approach as the the skies turned orange...

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    As I continued to scan the whitecaps for marine life, the captain came on the horn with a ship wide announcement: rough seas were making the harbor unsafe, our stop at Catalina was canceled, and the ship was setting sail for San Francisco Bay, scheduled to arrive Tuesday morning after a full day at sea...

    Day one wasn't even over, and the sun had already set on my onboard dartboard, my Catalina dreams, and the Pacific Ocean...

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    At least I had a window in my room.

    And a fully-loaded all-you-can-eat super ship to enjoy for two days! Hmmm, let's see...food, miniature golf, food, basketball, food, show, food, casino, food, jumbo-tron movie, food, music, food, comedians, food, disco, food, hot tub, etc...things could be worse. Plus, I had reason to be optimistic about San Francisco. Not only does it have a big dart league and tons of dart pubs, but I already knew where one was--right by Fisherman's Wharf...

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  4. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    DARTING UP THE PACIFIC COAST, Part II: One-Eyed Jack

    Of course, when I wasn't whale-watching or eating, I filled my day-and-a-half at sea wandering the ship and "partaaay"-king in the activities, entertainment, and social life...

    Like taking the angled conveyor to the upper deck discotheque in the sky for a bird's eye view of the big blue ocean...

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    No whales. And I wouldn't see any the whole trip. Quite a bummer. Lots of beautiful wind and water though...:)

    That morning I left a message with the crew staff by phone, and at the pursers desk, and I tracked them down in person to inquire about a dartboard, if they could bring it out for a passenger shoot or if I could see the crew bar. As expected, they said they'd find out and get back to me. So, I was hopeful to have that chance again, to play at sea. Maybe hit that first floating ton-eighty...

    No darts. They never even got back to me about it. Quite the bummer. Lots of dart findings on land though...:)

    That afternoon my stateroom toilet stopped working. At first it was no big deal, although it did take a few hours before the apparently busy plumber was free to fix it. Then it happened every day, which is quite the inconvenience if you think about it. Dare I describe why?

    No toilet. Besides the other let downs, this was the biggest. Quite the bummer. Saw a lot of the nice public restrooms though...:)

    But still, it was another night of fun, food, and bed at sea...

    Then, by morning mist I'm sure, we slipped into San Francisco bay to moor at the infamous Fisherman's Wharf district...

    Again, I'd done this port before on the sister ship sailing back from South America. Plus I had no internet-luck lining up a meeting with local players or venue owners. So, I knew exactly what I was going to do...

    Sleep in, enjoy breakfast, pack my darts and laptop, disembark (bing!), and maybe stroll around the waterfront a bit--after all, it was a gorgeous sunny May day. Then, I'd head for the Red Jack Saloon, just a stone's throw away from the piers...

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    They opened at one o'clock, and I sloped in right on time...

    What I found was a wonderful bartender. As first customer of the day I had time to scan around before choosing the best seat at the bar. While she kept prepping, we chatted about my hobby and hopes for a game, among other things. She reminded me that tonight was game 6 of the Celtics-Cavaliers series, and this was a Boston bar....

    Hmmm, Boston fans, darts, luck. I should be able to hangout until halftime before bailing back to the ship. So I was starting to feel lucky...

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    Soon, a neighborhood patron appeared in the bar stool next to me and we beered it up together. In no time I found out about his lengthy list of impressive travel stories and he told me of so many places and experiences--Uganda, Borneo, New Zealand, Mongolia, Egypt, Sweden, and on and on, and all 'back in the day'. You know I loved hearing about that. So now I was having a good time, just chilling with a new old friend, checking out the bar darts and dartboard behind me, just waiting for me, and I was feeling luckier all the time...

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    A little later, a very vivacious liquor salesman, who happened to share my first name, showed up to pal around with the friendly bartender, the old feller, and, I guess, me. After some how-do-ya-do's and comedic casual conversation I thought he might be the right guy to ask about buying a bottle from--to smuggle back aboard the boat. Nest thing I know, he gives me a forty dollar bottle of Caribbean rum! Now I'm definitely feeling luckier...

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    Then, a lovely local couple arrived for an afternoon cocktail or two. Soon, we three were fast friends and talking about all things life-related. Eventually, during some lull in the conversation, I got her to toss a few darts and it didn't take long for her to hit the bullseye. Now we are lucky!...

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    I was having so much fun just hanging out with the regular clientele that I hardly threw any darts myself--just enough to claim a DB or two and a few T20's...

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    Instead we just took the talk out back, outside, to enjoy the fine day and enjoy the start of happy hour. Surprisingly, there were some reminders of home around the Red Jack patio...

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    Six pints later or so, as they had to go, the place started to fill with early arriving basketball fans. As the game got going, I ponied back up to the bar to watch the flat screen and talk hoops with the blue-collar bucks beside me. Excited green and white troops were all around me--half of whom still had their Boston accents...:)

    There was no time--or space--to play. Although I did get two more couples to toss a few bull shots. But, there was more than enough NBA excitement for everyone. Sadly, amid a third-quarter Boston run, I had to giddy-up back to the Golden Princess...

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    Without any line, and wondering why, I glided up the gangplank safely back on the boat (bing!). No problem--and no dirty looks from the security staff--but I must have lost track of time and been a bit late and among the last to board...

    Weird, but oh well, no worries (hint: foreshadowing). Back to the cabin (I hope my toilet works) to quickly mix up my favorite cocktail (gotta love free booze) then elevate to the upper decks (man I love my trusty old Olympus) for what looks like an epic sunset departure in a glorious setting...

    Just more gold to find in San Francisco...

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    THE BEST DART BAR URINALS IN THE CITY BY THE BAY...

    My second nominee for this prestigious honor, and winner of the "Warm Welcome" award, goes to Red Jack Saloon. Not because of an interesting piece of porcelain, but for having the finest taste in toilet paper...

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  5. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    DARTING UP THE PACIFIC COAST, Part III: "I Sea You"

    The sunset departure was truly surreal...

    And, at over 950 feet, the Golden Princess is one of the largest ships at sea, too big for the Panama Canal. At 200 feet tall, it's just two oches shy of clipping the Golden Gate Bridge...

    As we shoved off, anyone with any sense at all headed for the higher decks to take it all in...

    Of course, the omnipresent ship photographers were also making their way there. (Whenever possible, I like to turn the tables on them--they never buy the picture from me--just $5!?--but they always seem to know how to pose...)

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    Then, I was there. On the uppermost deck of this monstrous ship to join the throngs of passengers, all clicking our digital cameras like mad. It was photographer heaven...

    The infamous San Francisco cityscape...

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    The ominous Alcatraz...

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    The marvelous Golden Gate Bridge...

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    The floating mountains of Pandora...

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    The floating mountains?!? Avatar!?! Whoa. Avatar!!! That's right, the Golden Princess had a recent upgrade that added the outdoor jumbo-tron, and now I'm finding myself in the middle of this amazing moment while also enjoying the biggest blockbuster in movie history!

    Leaving this port was truly a wild, weird and memorable experience...

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    Then came the bridge...ohhhh, so close!

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    No dolphins or whales to report again.

    But, during all the mingling, I did chum it up with a young lady who was a photography student. We swapped emails and she sent me some pics. Like this parting shot...

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    Now, for another night and day and night at sea. Then, Victoria, BC, where I did manage to make contact with a local player who was ready to show me around...

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  6. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    DARTING UP THE PACIFIC COAST, Part IV: The Thrill of Victoria

    The agony of defeat--no darts at sea, a broken toilet, no Catalina Island--almost made me think this cruise wasn't worth it...

    But there were plenty of bonuses along the way--like a room with window, free booze, and the weather--perfect for watching the Oregon and Washington coast all the way past the Olympic Mountains...

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    And into Canadian waters...

    We arrived early Thursday, but the ship was scheduled to stay until 11:30 pm! I triple checked this departure time because, for once, it gave me time to see the pubs at night--and hunt for darts. Plus, thanks to my pre-cruise efforts online, I had a local player meeting me that afternoon!

    Since I've been to Victoria many times, I had no need to rush out to do the tourist thing. So, I hung out on the ship or just outside the port until it was time to meet my contact...

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    Now, it is always a pleasure to meet people through darts. I've had so many unique experiences in new places because of the people that have helped me find and spread the game. Sometimes the meetings are planned, other times they're just random encounters. But, my hope is the fun feeling is mutual--for them, and you...

    I was thinking about that, outside the pier, waiting, when the black BMW rolled up and rolled its windows down. I dipped my sunglasses and smiled at them. They dipped their sunglasses and smiled back...

    In a moment I was introducing myself to a lovely couple while adjusting my seat back, and we quickly formed a plan to take the scenic route back to their place before hitting dart pubs that night...

    For anonymity sake, let's call them "JMS"--the best reception committee yours truly could hope for...

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    Driving along the waterfront, we stopped at some park and briefly watched the paragliders ride the wind of the Juan de Fuca Strait...

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    But soon we arrived at their home for an early happy hour. After some get-to-know-you conversation about this, that, life, and darts, we retired to their home board and threw a few legs...

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    Combined, JMS are two solid players and a formidable mixed pair--one expert, one expert-to-be--and their hardware collection continues to grow...

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    After an hour or two, all warmed up and warm and friendly, we headed out for one of their favorite venues and eateries to see some of the local Victorian dart scene...

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  7. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    DARTING UP THE PACIFIC COAST, Part V: Better Late Than Never...

    We whisked off to one of the local league venues, the My Bar & Grill, below the Howard Johnson hotel. It was Thursday, and that meant 20 cent wing night--talk about perfect conditions for darts...

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    We shuffled in, ordered a few buffalo baskets and Canadian craft beers, donned our flights and got right down to shooting on My Bar's double dartboard area...

    As we traded triples and doubles, more and more patrons came bustling in, and friends of JMS were in no short supply...

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    Most folks were playing bingo along with the disc jockey, and we got ourselves a couple cards and blotters...

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    As luck would have it, we won, and got $20 off our bar tab!

    We continued shooting and drinking and eating all night, amid all the playoff season hockey talk and happy people...

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    It was so fun, I almost lost track of time--I had to be back by to the ship by 11:30, no later. So, at 11:15, it was time to say our grateful goodbyes to the bar...

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    As we zipped across town back to the port, JMS and I crammed in all the conversation we could. We passed the illuminated parliament buildings for all of British Columbia, who's motto, "Splendor sine occasu”, means “splendor undiminished"...

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    And then the port appeared. The ship was still there as expected, and at 11:25, I still had five minutes...

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    But as soon as we pulled up to the drop-off turnaround, and as we said our goodbyes, a port security man hustled over...

    "Are you Mr. Smith? Please, hurry, the ship is waiting for you."

    With a quizzical look--was I late?!?--and a last quick thank you to JMS, I slung my satchel over my shoulder and slipped through the gates and onto the dock, speed-walking for the gangplank...

    The security man said, "You better run!"...

    Now, it's a big mistake to make an entire cruise ship wait, let alone miss the boat. So, I was worried and puzzled as I hustled to the machine that goes "bing" and saw some impatient looking ship security crew...

    No other passengers were still boarding. I must have been the last one on the boat...

    But after getting a more positive response from the x-ray machine man--"You made it! We were waiting for you!", "Am I late?", "No, it's 11:28, two minutes to spare."--I was just happy to have made it back on board. Although I was confused as to why I was told to run...and seemed to be late...and before I even got back to my stateroom, the ship was pulling away from the wharf...

    You see, normally, passengers are expected back at a certain time, and the ship leaves 30 minutes after that time. Like I said, I triple checked that passengers were to re-board by 11:30, and I was on time...

    Oh well, no biggie, I thought...actually, I worked it, getting the most out of my dart night in Victoria...

    Until I went up to the disco--which was really hopping with people partying, being the last night of the cruise. As soon as I met someone new, they said, "Oh, are you Adam Smith?! You're the one that held up the whole boat?!", "What?!?", "Yeah, they made a bunch of announcements to see if you were on the boat yet." And from then on, everyone I met was like, "Oh you're Adam!". I got a laugh out of it at first, but then I got a little peeved at Princess for making me look like an idiot when I wasn't even late! I'd have to talk to their customer service people about that...and the toilet, and missing Catalina, and never hearing back from the cruise staff about finding a dartboard on the ship...

    But, all in all, it was just another wrinkle in an otherwise smooth cruise. I boogied the night away with lots of people who were better dancers and better looking than me...

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    One couple, after getting to know me a bit, even wanted to get their picture in the Thorn Report...

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    In the morning, we'd be in Vancouver. As usual, my plan was to be last off the boat, maximizing my stay with one last big breakfast, before disembarking into downtown to catch my two o'clock bus back to Portland...

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  8. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    DARTING UP THE PACIFIC COAST, Part VI: The Land of Blackhorse...

    Last time I was in Vancouver, BC, I had the pleasure of meeting Blackhorse. But this visit wouldn't afford the time or opportunity--the departure time on my bus ticket left me little more than a walk from the port to the Greyhound station, but maybe I'd stumble across something 'darty' on the way...

    After lounging about the boat as late as they'd let me, I trundled off the ship,"bing", and through the congestion of customs and bumbling travelers...

    It was gorgeous day, and I found the nearest coffee shop with free wi-fi to google-map my trek across town...

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    Downtown, I had surprisingly little luck finding more than a few microbrew pubs or restaurant bars opening for lunch, none of whom had boards. So, I dragged my bag on, through some seedier stretches, up the hill toward the bus station. I was just a few blocks away, and about to concede that this dart adventure ended in Victoria, when I stumbled past this facade...

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    And, lo and behold, I had found one of, if not the dart supply store for Vancouver players--it also doubled as an antique shop. Giddy with unexpected luck, I jingled the bells above the door and crept in to scope it out. I talked to the ladies working there, and yep, they knew Blackhorse...by his real name...

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    I bought some rose-and-skull flights for my buddy Bones, and a few thorny ones for myself, before thanking them and wandering out, pretty pleased with such a find...

    And, they told me that a pub by the Greyhound station had some steel tip boards! I still had a few Canadian dollars and an hour to spend, so I slunk over to the Ivanhoe Hotel for a dive bar burger and some more snooping around...

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    The place was a classic--with just the right amount of regulars lurking about in the dark, shooting pool and talking hockey, hoisting cheap beers and avoiding the perfect weather outside...

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    I sat, munching my burger and fries by the two boards in the well worn dart area, imagining the battles of days gone by. Wondering if maybe Blackhorse or other SEWAnauts had had some wars here...

    I broke my darts out just long enough to hit a DB, before shouldering my satchel, extending my bag handle, leaving the tip, and strode out, grabbing a last shot of one of the more friendly locals on my way...

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    The bus ride back across the border was pleasant, if not long and uneventful...

    In retrospect, it was a pretty sweet mini-adventure, this cruise. Some things went wrong, but more went right. And, besides the great people and dart places I found, and dirt cheap cost, I even got some onboard credit for a future cruise--after letting Princess' customer service department know about my troublesome toilet...

    Ah, traveling. Here's to the next adventure...

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  9. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    THANKING SEWA AND MY READERS!

    A long time ago, I started posting about darts. At first, it was just local stories in the Portland Area Darts association website, and then here at SEWA, where my cyber persona, "Thorn", was born. Back then, I did a lot of remote reporting based on league results and stats, but slowly it morphed into my pursuit to find darts in exotic places, and eventually became focused on travel and darts.

    During my research of future adventures, I stumbled across a new website, "Darts Around the World", which was devoted solely to the same themes: darts and travel. I made contact and after being a guest on one of their podcasts, I was invited to add the "Thorn Report" to their site--and it seemed like a perfect fit. And with all due respect and appreciation to the creators, moderators and members and guests of SEWA, I had been thinking about starting my own blog or website for some time. So, the "Thorn Report" is moving to a new home:

    http://www.dartsaroundtheworld.com/

    I'd be honored and grateful if you continue to follow my reports and share my new location with your friends and potential new readers. And, be assured, I am not leaving SEWA, and will continue to participate in topics and support SEWA's mission to be the best darts forum on the internet, and spread the love of the game.

    As an incentive to keep your readership, I still have a back log of stories from this summer: the PADA Outdoor Shoot, Yellowstone Park, Hell's Canyon, to name a few, and a return to the South Caribbean and, hopefully, my first visit to New Zealand!

    Also, the new "Thorn Report" may be seeking your participation--so if you are traveling to unusual places and find a dartboard, be sure to take some pictures! Frankly, I'll be upset if you don't! Plus, your discoveries might just get featured in the "Thorn Report" at "Darts Around The World".

    As always, thanks for reading and thanks to SEWA for helping me grow my blog!

    Over and double out!

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  10. Thorn

    Thorn New Member

    MORE THANKS...

    I just wanted to thank Charis publicly for having a little "thorn in the side" of her website, Global Darts (http://www.globaldarts.de/globalDartsEN/index.html).

    She's rolling out some of my old SEWA World interviews, and many of you are the star guests--so I thought you should know! She's going to try to add more pictures to them this time, and any of you who are featured in an interview should contact her and send some photos--I will send her everything I can find, but many of you never sent any, so now's your chance. I think she will do them in order, so if you need to review what number you were, just scan back through pages 1-3 of the TR for the first eight interviews, and the next five can be found in the Stories Archives between August 2008 and March 2009...

    Lastly, just an fyi for any of you who missed it, my blog is now being featured on a new website, DartsAroundTheWorld.com,. You can always 'travel' by visiting us and enjoying a podcast or post...

    Over and double out.
     

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