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The Deception Pass Classic Comes to an End
Day Two of our MS 150 ride came to a close fairly early in the day. We had procured a room at Oak Harbor on Whidbey Island for that evening and had the remainder of the day to enjoy our surrounds. Our first stop for the day was Anacortes, Washington, where we found an enchanting patch of high ground to observe water activity.


Anacortes is located on the northern end of Fidalgo Island. It's bound on the north by the Rosario Strait, on the east by Padilla Bay, on the south by Similk Bay and on the west by Burrows Bay. The San Juan Islands Archipelago is sprinkled about to the northwest. Access to the open waters of the Pacific Ocean is southwest via the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

The first boat to catch our eye was a tanker at anchor. This U.S. vessel is called the Polar Discovery. I think the ship was waiting its turn to dock.








Not real attractive, but quite necessary.



The following morning we commandeered a ferry from Coupeville, Whidbey Island, to Port Townsend on the Olympic Peninsula. Ferry rides are inexpensive and save lots of miles and petrol. Goodbye Whidbey, we'll be back. In the following pic, Mount Baker rises in the background.




Ferries passing in the day...




Welcome to Port Townsend. The peaks of Olympic National Park touch the sky in the background.




There's a lot of naval activity here. This is a telephoto shot across Port Townsend Bay.




Our ferry is about to drop us off in Port Townsend; then it's back for another load.




There's a lot of logging in the northwest, and this paper factory takes advantage of it.




I have more northwest to share; so check back in a few days.

Adios

Stardate 2014.630

Island Hopping

Following the ride up Hurricane Ridge, our Olympic friends treated Snowcatcher and I to another outstanding meal in Port Townsend, Washington. Our trip to the Olympic Peninsula had come to an end and we charted a course farther north for our return to Colorado. Bidding farewell to the Goat Mother, Goat Father and clan, we began our northeasterly journey.





We arrived in Port Townsend with some extra time. So, how does a landlocked ruffian kill an hour or so? Why, by checking out the docking area.



Quaint and delightful describes Port Townsend. In the mood for pizza, we found a pizzeria across the street from the docking area. How about a Hawaiian pizza with a Sicilian crust? Mmmmmm... it was a scrumptious lunch that would make a fine camp dinner as well.



Do pray tell, thar she be.





A few slices later and our Ferry docked.



You don’t realize how big these boats are until you witness their cargo. It appears semi-trucks are common and fit right in.



See ya Olympic Peninsula. We’ll be back. Next stop, Whidbey Island.

Adios