After a night sleeping in the car we awoke at 5 am to catch the first ferry to Orcas. A bit bleary eyed but excited for our adventure we bought our tickets and boarded the very big boat. Surprisingly, there were only a handful of others on their way to the San Juans. I guess we were used to the loaded ferries to Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard back home but it was as if we had the whole ferry to ourselves. The world was just waking up as we made our way across the Pacific. A misty morning with fog rolling out over the ocean. We sat out on the deck and breathed in the salty air. It was picturesque – it reminded me a lot of Alaska. As we neared closer we spotted beautiful homes right on the shore with their sailboats docked, rocking back and forth in the wake. After an hour traveling we arrived at our destination. It was still only 7 in the morning. We grabbed some tasty breakfast and waited for our generous hosts, Becky & Ryan to wake up and meet us somewhere in town.
A little while later we were greeted by familiar faces. We admired the view and went for a walk around town – the ground still wet from that mornings dew. It was a quaint little village with plenty of organic cafe’s and coops – perfect for riding your bike around. It seemed like the perfect place to be in the summer. I had a bit of envy that they had been here for months on end – immediately I wanted to stay forever.
We spent the first day driving around the island and decided to go sea kayaking. We were pumped! We hadn’t been kayaking all summer. The water was surprisingly warm (for the Pacific) and we set off in pairs into the east sound. The water around the island was beautiful crystal clear blue. We followed the oyster beds out into the open sea. It was a bit rough but nothing a little arm and leg power could withstand. After about a half hour of paddling we were getting close to the point. We noticed that Becky and Ryan had slowed down for a rest. When we turned around not a second later their boat had flipped! We raced over to brace their boat – all passangers unharmed – a little bit shook up and a bit water logged but nonetheless they were smiling.
We decided to cut across over to this little island and explore a bit (and ring out the sopping wet clothing). The island was covered in giant starfish that came in deep, bright colors of orange and purple. They were beautiful. After a break we headed back to shore and made our way back to their place. We set up camp on the top of this hill that had the most perfect view of the ocean. Ah, what a pleasure it would be to see this everyday. Unfortunately, Becky had to work that night so the three of us made some dinner and went on a bike ride around town. Rolling hills, farmland, the seaside, rustic cottages and sailboats went past as we peddled by. The air was crisp and refreshing and I loved every bit of that feeling. We stopped in to see Becky at work and made our way back home as the night was falling on Orcas….