The public transit system on the Olympic Peninsula has served us well. This week we took the boat ashore, rode our bikes to the Sequim Transit Center, caught a bus to Port Angeles, hopped aboard a ferry to Victoria and were in our waterfront hotel, with our bikes, by 3.
We were astounded by the harbor as our ferry pulled in. A seaplane landed in front of us and these funny little boats circled the harbor. Throw in a few kayaks, lots of power boats and it’s quite the scene.
Construction in Victoria is booming. We stayed right on the water and could watch boats tie up to the customs dock in front of us. We even had a bird’s eye view of a boat fire. Noone was hurt but it exploded after fueling. It was pushed away from the fuel docks and burnt away.
The smoke added to the smoke from the wildfires in British Columbia which has drifted to the west coast. It made a non-fog-like fog.
I saw our ferry as we crossed the Strait.
I admired the huge coiled lines, which are put to use each crossing.
We took the obligatory trip to Buchart Gardens in the north. It was sweltering, smoky and popular, but well worth it. We walked for a few hours, enjoyed the shade under huge Sequoia trees and the lovely scenery.
Our hotel was a step up from off-the-grid living. It had this fancy bidet – with a dryer! And slippers and a robe. Need I say more?
We rode our bikes along the coast, in search of the bike friendly trail, which doesn’t exist yet but they have plans.
Then we took the trip in reverse. We stopped off and enjoyed Tim’s father’s day gift from his son at a local restaurant.
And returned to Protection Island where it hasn’t rained in approximately 50 days. The island has dried out.
The seals welcomed us at the marina.
We caught a smoky sunset and this morning were greeted by the porch residing otter.
All’s well back on the prairie.