Tuesday morning, Friday Harbor

Up dark and early, in the early morning mist, due east to the San Juan Islands. The roads are empty, as I’ve mistimed the ferries. But I find parking in the upper lot, and meet a deer as I walk down to the ferry landing. 

It’s cold and wet on the ferry, leaving me nervous about what the day might hold. 

When i get to Friday Harbor, I circle the town once then stop in for breakfast. 

There’s a thing they have up here for breakfast. It’s hash browns with cheese and bacon. Which amounts essentially to potato skins for breakfast

Yes. A resounding yes.

By the time breakfast is over, the sun has come out and the island shines with promise. I take the motor tour the complete island circuit, loving the mix of history, beauty and quiet solitude available. 

This is another place I’d love to visit again.