The next day we hopped back on the ferry to Anacortes and headed on our way to Coupeville to catch yet another ferry to Port Townsend, which we assumed was just another dot on the map.
We crossed through Deception Pass, which included the tallest bridge I’ve ever stood on. The view was breathtaking. The bridge rose 200ft above the deep turquoise, swirling water, which was also 200ft deep. It was something to see! Islands sat off in the distance and you could see the snow camped mountain ranges beyond.
Later that day we came upon a bunch of apple trees overhanging into the road. We decided to raid one for snacks we could take on the road. Ben got off his bike and jumped up to shake a branch and drop some apples. The problem was he was standing right beneath the branch…Thud, thud!! A few came screaming down onto Ben’s helmet. I stifled a laugh, as Ben (thank goodness) still had his helmet on and was fine.
After rounding the last hill, along more quaint farmlands we reached the ferry to Port Townsend. We met some fellow Coloradoans on the ride and were happily surprised to find out that Port Townsend is one of the most beautiful and entertaining small towns in Washington. It was originally meant to be the West Coast’s New York, but instead they chose SF. All the buildings are from the late 1800s, brick and preserved wonderfully. It was a great place to take a day off.
We spent the next day stuffing ourselves with clams and mussels, walking by the seas and relaxing.