The Captain Who Sailed North to Sell Ice — and Found There Wasn't Any
A would-be ice merchant arrived in Puget Sound expecting a frozen market. The climate had other plans, so his crew started cutting piling instead — and stumbled into the region's real fortune.
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The following story is told of a gentleman well known in Olympia. He sailed north expecting to sell ice in the Puget Sound country, and on landing was met with the remark: 'Ice doesn't form on Puget Sound.' For a moment he could see nothing but blue water, but he was soon undeceived. The captain, a clear-headed man, had not been idle all the months he had been here. When he found there was no ice on the Sound, he set his crew to work cutting timber and trimming it into piles. The cargo of piles brought as much as four cargoes of ice in a city where wharves were needed, and this stroke of enterprise opened up a valuable trade in Puget Sound lumber.
“Ice doesn't form on Puget Sound.”
Puget Sound's mild marine climate ruined the ice trade but built the timber trade — the same Douglas fir piling that once shored up wharves from San Francisco to Alaska. The anecdote captures how the region's economy was remade by paying attention to what the land actually offered, a lesson that still shapes how Olympia thinks about its working waterfront and its forests.
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