A very wet Friday Harbor.
Okay, so we spend a lot of time in Friday Harbor. One particular coffee house has seen a lot of our business, though we try to spread the wealth around a little. We slept in this morning and met David at the dock around 11:00. He was willing to take us wherever we asked today and we chose... Friday Harbor. Again. This time we had plans for a different route on San Juan Island though. By the time we got to the town and had some breakfast the rain was coming down in sheets. We sat and read to see if we could wait it out. I took a little side-trip to yet another bookstore and by the time I came out the rain had stopped! So we hopped on our wet bikes and took off to see the southern part of the island. We went to the very tip, going out Cattle Point Road (to Cattle Point) past the American Camp and to another point, which I've already forgotten the name of. Once again, it was a beautiful ride. There were hills but either they've gotten smaller or we're getting really good biking legs because it seemed at least as easy a ride as Lopez did. It went very quickly, or seemed to. When we got back to Friday Harbor we were going to take a short break and go back out for 10 or 15 miles more. But, guess what. It started pouring again. So we sat under an umbrella for a while with something to drink and playing with a crow. He had his own umbrella under a nearby small tree overhanging a railing. We'd throw a nut for him on the floor near us and he would hop down, eat it and go back to his umbrella. When we'd all had enough of that and the rain and cold, the crow flew off and Nick and I made our way back to the familiar coffee shop to nurse hot drinks, read and wait for David to pick us up.
The rain stopped again just before it was time and we headed down to the dock. We walked the dock and watched the activity for some time without a sign of David. Finally, a completely different boat pulled in and asked if we were the bicyclists going to Waldron. David had had a slight electrical breakdown on the boat so he sent someone else after us.
We made it back to the house where a nice warm fire was going in the kitchen cookstove so we got to eat and be warm. Two nice things to put together.
Julie and I practiced the songs to be done for the cabaret and now I'm going off to read however many pages I can get in before collapsing into sleep. Perhaps tomorrow, if you can bear the excitement, there will be a photo of the impending cabaret!