One Tale of The 2008 Northwest Meet
Quite a few AHCO members attended the recent Northwest Meet in Harrison Hot Springs, British Colombia, hosted by the Austin Healey Owners Association of British Columbia. Photographs from the weekend are posted in an events album.
I met up with Tom and Skip Monaco, at their house, on a cool, overcast, Thursday morning for our drive to the Meet. After Tom finished packing their car and we decided to head north topless (the cars that is), we set off for Longview, to meet Chuck and Barbara Gowen. Fortunately, and unfortunately, Chuck discovered he’d left his wallet at home, so he and Barbara departed to retrieve it, vowing to catch us farther up the road. Tom, Skip, and I continued up the back roads of southwestern Washington to Centralia (on a route familiar to those of you who went on the recent Centralia overnighter), where we stopped to refuel at the Olympic Club.
After lunch, we resumed our drive north on the back roads east of I-5, with Tom and then me leading the way. I missed a couple of turns while in the lead and we did a little backtracking as a result, but nothing too serious. All went pretty well until late afternoon, when a turn from one road to another, which looked fine on Google maps, turned out to be only an underpass without the option of a turn. Suffering a lack of what mariners term “local knowledge” of the area and fatigue, we opted to drive onto I-405 at Renton during rush hour. Traffic moved at a snail’s pace, neither car seriously overheated, and we finally managed to get to Woodinville, the day’s planned objective. A nice chat at a service station with a fellow, who had owned a 100M and a Bugeye Sprite in a previous life, revealed there were no motels in Woodinville, so we headed on to Snohomish, where we found lots of restaurants and bars, but couldn’t find any lodging there either. It was dark-thirty by now and we reluctantly drove over to Everett and I-5, where we knew we could find lodging and food, which we did in short order.
Friday morning, we backtracked to Washington Highway 9, and turned towards the border, which we managed to cross a couple hours later without incident. We made an obligatory stop (at least for me) at a Tim Horton’s, chatted with a couple of locals who were interested in the cars, then drove the final leg to Harrison Hot Springs. We found the hotel and met up with some earlier arrivees from Oregon, who were in the midst of trying to help John Carter fix his windshield wiper motor. I went off to find the bed and breakfast where I had a reservation (having been slow to decide to attend the Meet) and spent the remainder of the day catching up with folks, sightseeing around the village, and viewing the recent World Tournament of Sand Sculptures along the lake’s shoreline. I capped off the day by attending the great welcome reception. I recall someone saying there were about 70 people at the Meet and it seemed as if half of them were from Oregon or were AHCO members.
I awoke Saturday to overcast, but dry weather. Since the CBC was forecasting rain showers, I hustled outside and installed the hood and sidecurtains on the Sprite before breakfast, just so I wouldn’t be forced to do it in less convenient conditions later. After breakfast, I had a soak in the hot springs, then continued sightseeing. A couple who spotted my Sprite hat waylaid me during my wanderings. They are in the process of re-building a Bugeye to add to their collection of assorted vehicles and we talked Bugeyes for better than an hour on sidewalk.
After lunch, I gathered with other Meet attendees for a drive to the Othello tunnels, a series of closely spaced, 19th century, railway tunnels above Hope. Fourteen or so Healeys and a couple other cars made the trip. The rail bed is now a hiking and biking trail, which features several interpretive signs about the railroad along the route. The area the tunnels pass through is very impressive, with vertical cliffs above and below the tunnel mouths and a river winding back and forth between a couple of the tunnels. After walking through four of the tunnels, admiring the views, reading the interpretive signs about the railway, and taking a few pictures, we returned to the cars and had a great drive back to Harrison Hot Springs.
Saturday evening featured a buffet with salads, breads, vegetables, and a choice of chicken or a gigantic roast beef (it looked like it had come from a small mastodon, at least before everyone devoured it). Dessert included a selection of fruit and pastries that you could drown in a chocolate fountain. After dinner, a troupe of tribal fusion belly dancers from Chilliwack (that hotbed of belly dancing) entertained us. Overall, it was a very enjoyable evening.
Sunday morning dawned even more overcast and damp than Saturday. After a leisurely breakfast, I made my way over to the Harrison Beach Hotel, where we remaining AHCO members had a brief membership meeting and then prepared to hit the road. At Walt Harrison’s suggestion, we convened a quick Bugeye photo-op with the four Bugeyes attending the gathering, and then we headed south. The lines at the Sumas border crossing were slow, but we eventually got through. When I arrived at the booth, the agent passed on a message that the rest of the group would be waiting for me at the Chevron station up ahead.
The Monacos, the Gowens, and I set off south, after reconvening at the Chevron Station in Sumas, while another larger group of Healeys, mostly AHCO members, stopped for lunch or pie and coffee at a restaurant next door. We headed back down the same route we’d followed north. Unfortunately, I became separated in traffic from the others while entering Sedro Wooly and missed the fact that they had pulled off the road, despite the fact that I was looking and they reportedly were waving and honking a car horn. A few miles past Sedro Wooly, I pulled over and waited for a while, but finally decided to continue on home because I had to go back to work the following day. I thought I’d try to avoid I-405 at Woodinville this time (which I didn’t) and take another of the small back roads at Puyallup I’d marked on my map (which I couldn’t find). So, I returned home the rest of the way back on I-5, which other than being boring, was alright for traffic and speed.,
The Sprite and I experienced no major problems on the trip, which capped a summer during which I drove the car to San Diego and Canada without any serious problems.


