Tour de San Juan

Roche Harbor & Lime Kiln Biking Day:
38.02 miles, 2417 ft ascent, 8 hrs. 15 min.
Daily Drena: Balance

Today started with an early wake-up call from the 8:00 ferry blowing it’s horn as it left the harbor, but we managed to roll over and go back to sleep, so it ended up being a lazy morning. We didn’t manage to load up the bikes and get started until 10:12am, which we realized was poor timing as the next ferry was just arriving, but oh well!

Our main destination of the day in the north was Roche Harbor, but there were lots of stops on the way for interesting things we just found along the side of the road. My favorite was a lovely little cove and overlook at Reuben Tarte Park, and even though the bike back up and out was extremely steep it was definitely worth it.

We stopped in at the San Juan Island Sculpture Park and toured the grounds for a bit. It covers 20 acres, but I feel like we were able to see a good portion of it before our stomachs made us move on to lunch in Roche Harbor at the Lime Kiln Cafe which is right on the dock. Roche Harbor is a small little resort town which is known for art, so Lorena was able to walk around the little art fair that was going on, while I sat across from what seemed to be the tiniest post office in the world.

Next up was English Camp to attempt to get more information on this pig war. So, basically what happened is that the English and the USA had both stakes claims to the islands and established a treaty defining the “channel” separating Vancouver Island and from the mainland as one of the lines of the treaty defining territories. However, there are actually two channels, Haro Strait nearest Vancouver Island and Rosario Strait nearer the mainland. The San Juan Islands are between these two channels, so both sides claimed them as their territory. The English’s Hudson Bay Company (HBC) established a farm in the area and some Americans later resided on the island and an uneasy peace ensued. This ended on June 15, 1859 when an HBC pig rooted around in an American’s garden, so he shot it. Navies and armies from both nations were sent in response to encamp on the island. Instead of hostilities occurring, cooler heads prevailed (mainly due to a British Admiral not wanting to start a war over a pig), and a peaceful joint military occupation lasted until 1871 when it was ruled that the islands belonged to the United States.

History lesson aside, we also saw many signs all over the island regarding whether library services should be voted in during the upcoming election cycle … which way will this war end …

We then took a rest at the San Juan County Park, enjoying the views and a snack, while looking for, but not finding any whales.

More whale hunting was undertaken at the Lime Kiln Point State Park. We learned that lime from limestone was a large export of the islands, as it was used in the production of steel, plaster, cement, and paper. It is also extremely reactive with water, producing heat, and even knowing this they tried to offload the lime directly onto ships next to the quarry via a rickety dock until they lost a newly built schooner in 1875 and decided it was better to ship it overland.

Our last stop of the day was at False Bay, which provided a lovely view of farmland and water.

We have discovered two issues we have with the island so far: 1) Restaurants do not stay open late enough, so we have had to scrounge for food, and 2) They are very much against bikes on trails as everywhere we look there are “no bikes” signs even though the trails are easily bikeable and wide enough for all users. Oh, and we saw a sea lion or seal right outside of our Airbnb while we were eating our dinner.

Cattle Point

Cattle Point Biking Day:
21.11 miles, 1338 ft ascent, 3 hrs. 2 min.
Daily Drena: Room with a View

Today had an unfortunate start of a call from Brandon. Panicking, I answered the phone thinking that Sophie had escaped and run off, but it was a lesser hiccup of the power going out. Thankfully, it was basically only our neighborhood, so was back on in an hour and a half or so.

Next up was yet another amazing breakfast from Holly, which was a potato bowl with various sundries packed in. We were all dished out Mike-size portions, so Holly packed up our leftovers in a to go bag for lunch, along with a bag of cherries.

All in all, if you have not been to Mike and Holly’s Bed and Breakfast, we highly recommend it. It has superb service, enticing breakfasts AND dinners, comes with guided bike tours of the area, and even has a pickleball court and hot tub! Easily 6 out of 5 stars…we will be back!

We packed up our stuff and headed out on our next leg of the journey, which was a drive up the highway (thanks Mike and Holly!!) to Anacortes. We just missed the noon ferry, so, of course, had to purchase some ice cream to wile away the time. Apparently, one scoop around here is equivalent to three scoops back in Boulder, so we were quite full by the time the ferry arrived and we boarded.

We found the last table available on the lowest level (attempting to abate my seasick-proneness) and it had a puzzle sitting out that people apparently work on during the ferry ride, so we added a few pieces during the journey.

We didn’t arrive at Friday Harbor until 4ish, so jumped on our bikes and made the very short commute (0.4 mile) to our lodgings for the night. Since it was late in the day, we only relaxed for a few minutes before tossing on our biking gear and heading back out, as we only had two days to fully explore the island. We decided on the southern route, which started us off towards American Camp. I found what appeared to be a side road that would take us down south, so we hopped on that and it was a lovely meandering through the woods and homes on a tiny little road. It popped us back out on the main road and I saw it was a private road, but, eh, whatever. There was also a trail right at the junction with the main road and it didn’t say no bikes, so we popped on that, but turned around shortly thereafter, as although it was doable on the bikes, it was going to take us too long, so we popped back out on the main road. We arrived at American Camp, which was an encampment of the US Army back in 1859-1874 to counterbalance the English Camp on the north side of the island. Apparently there was some conflict about the water boundary between the two nations that started with a pig … more to come on that as we hopefully find out what the heck that was about.

Next stop was South Beach for a quick walk in the black sands and skipping some stones. We partially regretted this little stop as it meant going down a large hill, which we then had to climb right back up.

And, the last stop on our short tour was the Cattle Point Lighthouse on the southern tip of the island.

And now to relax in our humble little abode (tiny studio) with an amazing view over the water. Tomorrow we will be off to explore the North and West sides of the island.

The City

Seattle Biking Day:
39.55 miles, 1030 ft ascent, 5 hrs. 50 min.
Daily Drena: Miles and Smiles with Miley

After a restful evening, we awoke refreshed and began preparations for the bike ride around Lake Washington. This began with a finely prepared meal of toast with almond butter, heaped with strawberries, apples, and cinnamon. Mike and I preceded to eat poorly apparently, as we needed forks to finish up the fallen items while the two ladies were able to manage o keep their toppings entirely upon the toast. We are quickly becoming accustomed to the 6-star service we are receiving at this Bed and Breakfast and, I suspect, are going to be sorely disappointed for the remainder of the trip! After cleaning up breakfast, we took a quick little drive over to the start point at the Wilmot Gateway Park and began the adventure! After a lovely ride along the Sammamish River Trail, which reminded me of the Towpath from rowing up, we made out first stop at Matthew’s Beach Park, for a restroom break and I adjusted my seat slightly forward. Fun was being had by some swimmers, kayakers, and paddle boarders, along with some ducks lazily swimming around near shore.

Mike then led us to the University of Washington, where they usually stop for a snack in front of the large fountain with Mt. Rainier in the background. Unfortunately, the fountain was closed for repairs, so we didn’t get to see that spectacle, but we went a little farther up the main path in the hopes of seeing Rainier. It was somewhat hazy, but you could see it far in the distance, straight down the walking path. We had some snacks while admiring the architecture of some of the older buildings built in the 1920s through 50s, then headed onward.

We wandered over to the shores of Lake Union next, to take in the view of the Seattle skyline at the Gas Works Park. This was the site of the Seattle Gas Light Company’s coal gasification plant, which powered the streetlamps, ligts in homes, then cooking stoves and heat for homes, starting in the 19th century through 1956. In the 70s it was converted into a park, but they left some of the machinery which is quite cool looking. From the viewpoint, we also had a number of sea planes fly right overhead, as part of the scenic tours you can take from the air over Seattle.

We headed back east, then south a little until we hit the SR 520 bridge and took that east across the Lake. It has a lovely wide separated biking lane that spans the entire bridge, so is a pleasant enough ride with some good views along the way. This bridge is the longest floating bridge in the world at 2,350 meters long, which has concrete pontoons anchored to the lake bed. We then proceeded up and over a few grueling hills to the east through Bellevue on the way to one of Mike and Holly’s favorite haunts, Spark Pizza. We filled up (perhaps a little too much) on some delicious pizzas and raspberry lemonade while hanging out for a good part of the afternoon.

We powered up to stretch out our now stiff legs and sore posteriors and got back on the bikes. We were able to pop back on the Sammamish River Trail for a pleasant ride back to our starting point. Along the way, we were lucky enough to see a bald eagle swoop down into the river and catch itself a fish. Apparently, there are a few here that Mike sees often on his rides into work.

Mike’s chauffeur service back to the house was superb and we earned ourselves some well earned showers, and a quick nap for some. Slowly powering back up, we headed out just before dusk to have some pickleball fun at the deck side court (more exercise!) to call it an evening.