Today we had a monster travel day. It
wasn’t the distance so much as the route that made the day long. We
started out by packing up all our stuff and hooking up our trailer in
Concrete. We must be like the Empire in The Empire Strikes Back –
we discarded our trash and then took off. WA-20 took us down the
Skagit River, through Sedro Woolley and Burlington, before emerging
on the other side. We crossed the Swinomish Channel and drove onto
Fidalgo Island. In Anacortes, we turned south and headed across
Deception Pass onto Whidbey Island. About and hour later, we turned
off the main highway at Coupeville and took a short drive to the Port
Townsend Ferry Terminal.
We have used this ferry before but every time we arrive, the procedure is a little different. Like the last time we lined up for the ferry, we pulled behind a few vehicles on the right shoulder of the road outside the ferry terminal considerably before our reserved crossing time. This time, however, there was a rotund Washington State Ferries employee with a big head and a walkie-talkie standing in the road. He directed us to pull up to where he was standing so he could speak with us. The state website states that those wishing to cross Puget Sound to the Olympic Peninsula on the ferry must arrive not less than 45 minutes early so the benefits of queuing up can be fully appreciated. The guy with the big head told us that we had arrived too early (about 45 minutes) and, if we didn’t pull out of line and go elsewhere, we would go on standby and sacrifice our 3:30 PM slot. We could not grasp his reasoning but figured anything else inside the guy’s head would make it pop so we pulled past the terminal and parked for a while at a boat launching ramp nearby.
Peggy seized this
opportunity to whip up a tasty lunch which we devoured. Then we drove
the wrong way past the terminal again, then a mile up the road and
found a place to turn our big rig around to head back in the right
direction. We then pulled into the roadside queue where we were
greeted by a much less ugly ferry employee who told us to shut it
down and we would be installed in the boarding lane shortly.
later, we drove onto the car ferry and off on our short duration
crossing of the Sound. There were lots of dolphins (or porpoises?)
swimming around in the strait and we hung out at the very front of
the car deck to ogle them as they scampered away from the looming
ferry. About 25 minutes later, we were disembarking into the Port
Townsend ferry terminal and back onto our road route. The road south
from Port Townsend (still WA-20) is skinny, curvy and pretty high
speed for an old codger like me because I seemed to always have some
furious youngster right up my trumpet almost all the way to US-101.
At 101, we turned back north and did some more squiggly racetrack to
the town of Sequim. Despite the plain spelling, everyone around here
pronounces the name as Skwim.
One more skinny,
twisty side road of about 5 miles and we pulled into a place called
the Diamond Point Resort. We were now on the very edge of the
continent. It is pretty close to the Strait of Juan de Fuca but you
can’t see it from the park. Getting into the park was a challenge
because: A) Our GPS was completely befuddled in the tall trees and
hills and B) The park is obscured from the road. Thanks to Peggy and
her patience, we eventually pulled up the gravel driveway to the
Things sort of
went to shit after that. I must have been more stressed out then
normal because it seemed I was almost completely unable to get our
trailer into the space we had been assigned. Soon, many park denizens
were helping, all pointing in different directions and issuing
conflicting advice. After numerous changes of direction, only limited
cursing, considerable befuddlement and only one car needing to be
moved, we backed our monster trailer into the correct orientation.
This park has full
hookups, a staff more than willing to offer tenants conflicting
trailer backing directions, WiFi and cable TV. I believe we could use
our satellite antenna here but we selected cable for this stay.
We didn’t cover many miles today but from starting our routine in Concrete to being set up in Sequim took eight hours. That’s a long day for me and I will endeavor to assure it never is that long and miserable again.
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