To see Port Townsend at sunrise would have been enough to justify the drive from Port Angeles, but I was here to catch a ferry bound for an island on a tantalizing invitation to meet someone I had never met.
Bill Ferry invited me to board the ferry at Port Townsend near
my vacation motel in Port Angeles for a half-hour sailing to Couperville on Whidbey
Island, where he lives.
Bill drove us up a very steep and narrow road to the top of a
hill on Fidalgo Island. Lands great and
small, peopled and vacant, rose from the sea below us, each surrounded with
ocean water, becoming fainter as the
most distant islands blended with the sea.
The view from there is in the top two pictures.
One island in particular appeals to me as a place to live. Isolated, all to myself, yet close enough to
the social world, if desired.
The steep and rugged coastline of Fidalgo Island near Deception
Pass Bridge is like a pleasant memory.
My first job out of college was in Fort Bragg, California, near cliffs
like these.
I often find that comments on my pictures relate to the commenter’s
own experiences, not to the subject at hand.
And now I’m doing it.
We enjoyed an excellent lunch at the best fish place on Whidbey
Island according to Bill. Seabolt’s
Smokehouse 31640 SR 20 #3. Oak Harbor,
WA 360 675 6485
Calm water in the Sound today, clear air, good company, and
the thrill of a good place I have never been before—it’s my kind of
travel. Thank you Bill.
You can walk the trail that me led to this situation using a
map prepared by Michael Angerman, showing all of my nightly sleeping places. Please
click here: Michael's Map Thank
you, Michael.
Ah connection in the wilds! So glad you could meet up with Bill. I'm using your photos as desktop backgrounds. I can't stay with one because I love so many. Today, it's open road pic after the one of Bill. It's been years since I've been to magical Whidbey and I must try to best seafood. Carry on pilgrim!
ReplyDeleteAh connections in the wilds--I love them. Two angels and fellow pilgrims so far on this trek. Angels unaware, looking like ordinary people. I use them, and they use me for ways out of ordinariness and sometimes for desktop backgrounds. Never is plagiarism or copyright considered. I wish they were the kind of angels that do miracles, like ending this bad weather, but even that changes my plans and could bring something better. Thanks Lois
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dabbled sunlight
The road he drove us on is a canyon of trees, dappled sunlight, low gear, and very narrow. I should have been scared.
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