We sought some town-time in Friday Harbor. A pretty little ferry landing, we thoroughly enjoyed the local brew-pub and the chili pepper beer. They had bacon beer, but we stuck to our vegetarian principles.
We anchored in Garrison Harbor in front of the British Camp national historical park.
These cutouts in the blockade were to be pushed out from inside to shoot from if attacked. That they were never used is testament to diplomacy, tact, and human civility. The history of the bloodless Pig "War" is an interesting one, and a good read.
Here's the blockade. Interestingly, the American Camp on the other side of the island has one exactly like it, and is clearly designed by the same person.
Our biggest surprise of the trip was running into Paul Lawrence, a friend from Anchorage, in Friday Harbor. He took a job flying and turning a wrench for a flying service in town, and Mo stumbled on him headed to the showers one morning. It was a very fortunate accident, as you'll see.
Paul is a freelance photographer and does gorgeous work. None of these are his, by the way. He's a pro. Check out his gorgeous websites..
Here's our boat from the air at 120 knots.
Mo said Blain better be on his best behavior, because Paul is pretty cute - and has a plane. Thanks Paul. We loved the time spent with you, and, of course, the view. 
This mausoleum is truly one of a kind. A monument to the owner of the Roche Harbor lime kilns at the turn of the century, we felt like we'd found the elves home.
We anchored in Garrison Harbor in front of the British Camp national historical park.
These cutouts in the blockade were to be pushed out from inside to shoot from if attacked. That they were never used is testament to diplomacy, tact, and human civility. The history of the bloodless Pig "War" is an interesting one, and a good read.
Here's the blockade. Interestingly, the American Camp on the other side of the island has one exactly like it, and is clearly designed by the same person.
Our biggest surprise of the trip was running into Paul Lawrence, a friend from Anchorage, in Friday Harbor. He took a job flying and turning a wrench for a flying service in town, and Mo stumbled on him headed to the showers one morning. It was a very fortunate accident, as you'll see.
Paul is a freelance photographer and does gorgeous work. None of these are his, by the way. He's a pro. Check out his gorgeous websites..
Here's our boat from the air at 120 knots.
Mo said Blain better be on his best behavior, because Paul is pretty cute - and has a plane. Thanks Paul. We loved the time spent with you, and, of course, the view.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Roche Harbor, we found the ring and gave it to Galadriel.
This mausoleum is truly one of a kind. A monument to the owner of the Roche Harbor lime kilns at the turn of the century, we felt like we'd found the elves home. Roche Harbor is an affluent marina resort, and there is one bar, one cafe, one restaurant, one ice cream stand, and one ships chandlery. Still a company town, everyone wears the resort logo. It felt a bit Disneyeque.
We are now onwards to Stuart Island, then to Vancouver Island for a long bit. We plan to clear customs in Sidney, and then on to Victoria after a few boat upgrades.
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