WA360

Back in Summer 2025!

WA360 is a race from Port Townsend to Port Townsend, traveling counterclockwise through the waterways of Washington within spitting distance of dozens of PNW communities. What does that mean? There will be waypoints, route choices will matter, boat choices will matter, and no matter what, teams will have to choose the lesser of two evils—Deception Pass or the Swinomish Slough. You’re welcome.

WA360 is About Why We Race

We like to adventure and celebrate without a lot of politics, rules or gala balls with bespoke clothing getting in our way. That’s not why we’re here, and if you sign up for this thing, you probably aren’t either.

WA360 is a backyard playground that offers some of the most complicated water problems in the lower48—tidal rapids, localized weather systems, dramatic currents, terrifying seas—the perfect landscape to adventure in place.

Few Details Matter

• Unlike Race to Alaska (R2AK), you can keep your engine aboard, but if you use it, you’re out.
• Like the R2AK, human powering is legit. 
• First boat to finish for each class wins.
• Twelve Days. That’s how long teams have to call themselves a finisher.
• If the support isn’t preplanned, and generally available to any and all racers, it’s okay.
• Grabbing lunch or stopping at a casino along the way is… just fine.

Ditch the Logistics

This ain’t the R2AK. Make it to Port Townsend, pack your boat with whatever you can’t do without, start the race in the right direction, keep turning, and we’ll see you back in Port Townsend.

Test It All

Sure, you can do one thing really well. Hell, maybe a few, but how will you fare when everything is asked of you? Weather forecasting, night navigation, light air sailing, open water, equipment maintenance, current predictions, race tactics, endurance, patience, and the near constant nagging desire to head to the nearest bar and call it a day.

Choose Your Adventure

Type of vessel, crew size, plan of attack—you get to create your own limitations and advantage. If winning is your thing, here’s a pro tip: In a race without handicaps, fast boats tend to win.

We are surrounded by a waterway with limitless possibilities. Create your own map, chart, whatever…

The Route

We’re still tinkering with the formula here, but you can be certain you’ll be passing the Capitol Building in Olympia, the buoy outside of Point Roberts, and facing the choice between Deception Pass and the Swinomish Channel. Prepare for everything. Specifics to come.

Classes

Honor in winning is honor in life: We don’t rate boats, don’t even know how. There’ll be four classes of prize:

• Go Fast. The fastest of the fast, racing sleds and catamarans with a sail to cupholder ratio that exceeds 1:1.
• Go Hard. Others might call this “Cruising Class.” We’re not those people. Racing a cruiser is inherently slower, which is harder.
• Human Powered. Kayaks, rowboats, SUPs, and other muscle-laden heroes who for whatever reason forgo the wind.
• Youth Class. This is no kid’s table. Are you of the youth persuasion? Then this class is for you… If a youth class team comes in first overall, you claim both prizes, and all other racers must bow before you.

Which class are you? You tell us.  If you’re a paddle boarder and you want to go up against the big sleds…fine. If you’re a TP52 with a navigation system from NASA with a flux capacitor core and try to enter as a paddleboard in the human-powered class?  We’re not gonna buy it. We don’t know PHRF, but we’re badass at poker. Play it straight and earn a story you’re proud to tell. 

Prizes (aka Being First)

Winning means something, but it doesn’t mean new cars, a miracle Instagram account with a million followers, or a personal attendant to sweep the path before you as you walk.

It does mean you met a personal triumph and likely overcame struggles you didn’t want or never thought you’d endure. That’s the first way to win in WA360: finish, and finish in a way that makes you proud.

You can also be first in your racing class and forever have your team engraved on a big freakin’ championship belt. Nevermind trophies of kiddos holding indecipherable sport objects, or ornate cups that dent going into the hatchback or gather dust in the cases near the lobby. Think several pounds of leather and shiny metal held high with both hands and a throng of people chanting your name. It’s a perennial award so you’ll be handing it off to the following year, but your name will live in glory forever.