Arriving a couple of days early, my wife Joni and I took in the Wooden Boat Festival at Port Townsend, on the northeast corner of the Olympic Peninsula, staying overnight in Port Angeles before heading farther west for a hike in the primeval Hoh Rain Forest. Backtracking to Port Angeles, we caught the evening ferry to Victoria, where we enjoyed the sights and sounds of that delightful city. That evening, it was another late ferry trip, this time to Vancouver for the next day's flight to Prince Rupert, the northernmost port in British Columbia, lying just south of Ketchikan, Alaska. At one time, Prince Rupert was destined to rival Vancouver as a major city, but in 1912, Charles Hays, general manager of the Grand Trunk Pacific Railway, the company that planned its western terminus at Prince Rupert, made a fateful decision. Returning from a promotional fund-raising trip to London, he booked passage on the Titanic, and the town's plans for a glorious future went down with Hays and the ship. Prince Rupert has recovered nicely, though, and today caters to both tourists and commercial interests to maintain its economy.