Foggy, misty, drizzly, rainy, foggy. Temperatures are in the mid-50s. It's winter in August in Friday Harbor. But we don't huddle in the boat, well maybe for a few hours we do - no we head for town, a 10-15 minute walk from our marina at the Seattle Yacht Club outstation. We shop at the Farmers Market on Saturday and once totally drenched, we search for a Starbucks. We head down every alley, side street and and dead end avenue for naught. This is a "no" Starbucks town. We have a mocha from a coffee shop the size of a phone booth - the non-Starbucks - and head back to the boat for an afternoon of napping.
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The Fog
And napping is what we proceed to do exceedingly well for the next few days. We rise for dining and snuggle back in until the sun breaks - which it finally does on Sunday. Dinghy rides and harbor explorations commence and the day ends with dinner at the harbor.
And napping is what we proceed to do exceedingly well for the next few days. We rise for dining and snuggle back in until the sun breaks - which it finally does on Sunday. Dinghy rides and harbor explorations commence and the day ends with dinner at the harbor.
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Friday Harbor - in the sun!! |
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the view of the ferry from our table at the restaurant
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We leave Friday Harbor on Monday, August 9th, heading for Deer Harbor on Orcas Island - our great voyage across the San Juan Channael takes all of an hour, just enough time for the cats to get seasick. I try for one last picture on our way out and drop the camera in the salt water. Jim rushes to the rescue and saves the camera but it is fried. No more photos.
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