Packing up camp while it’s raining is never fun. The tent never gets rolled up smoothly and everything is a cold, wet mess thrown in the car. After some coffee (we see why it is so popular with the Pacific NW weather), we were on the road toward Bainbridge Island. After almost missing our ferry while eating lunch, we were crossing Puget Sound on a boat. It is a weird sensation to park your car and then see the scenery moving by a few seconds later. Also, we would later find out that the Seattle ferries were approaching 80 years old and had seen better days. We made it without sinking though.
Drove to Grayson (Robbie’s old roommate from Colorado) and Katie’s house and got a much needed shower (sorry to announce every time we shower, but we don’t want people to think we were too unsanitary). After hanging out for a bit in the McArthur abode, we cooked out before heading to a patisserie where the pastry chef had won some world cup of desserts in France before opening up shop. The cakes were dangerously rich and good. Then we went across the street to Elliott Bay brewery for some beers before heading back to their house. It is nice to have a real bed and bathroom again.
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