We woke up in the quiet stillness of the cathedral of trees, at a campground south of Port Townsend. Breakfast was a bagel and cream cheese, but with honey as strongly suggested by Will. We headed off into town, riding along a forested path that turned into a marina. A paper mill was spotted along the way, and we could see the hazy outlines of the other islands not too far off in the distance. Before meeting our very rocky ferry, we stopped in the beachy, laid-back Historic District with a friendly bike shop, a native art gallery, and a cozy outdoor cafe. Once across the water, we coasted through some farm fields where a marathon was taking place, and we got cheered on as well. We ended up getting pizza and Abigail pushed for cinnamon rolls, which was definitely a creamy highlight of the day. While strolling along the tourist area, Lis bought two books and Hudson got some nihilism soap. Justin, Noah, and Zori picked out a pasta and broccoli dinner while the rest of us did some much needed laundry. Sam led us to Deception Pass during golden hour, where the light softly played hide and seek with the trees. We all fell asleep to the rush of the ocean and the warm food in our bellies.
