Seattle Mini-break-Part II

Sunday was one of those days in the Pacific Northwest that beats the odds. Not only was it clear, warm, and mild but it was also a weekend day. Usually those perfect days occur on a Tuesday, when you have a deadline, and all you can do is look out at the sun and whimper as you fall into a vitamin-d deficient coma.

Since we often move slowly in the morning, AJ ad I arrived at the ferry to Bainbridge Island with about 46 seconds to spare. The running and leaping were worth it for the view across the sound.



As we gazed at Seattle a nice bloke offered to take our picture with the Space Needle in the background. We were enthused and the picture below would have been one for the scrapbook... if he hadn't entirely missed the Space Needle (which is just out the view to Aurelia's right).

Aurelia looking nautical in the foc'sel.

The 27 square miles of Bainbridge Island is located 35 minutes by ferry from Seattle and until about 20 years ago consisted of berry farms and lumber mills. Toe Jam Hill is the tallest point on the island at 420 feet. We steered clear of there.

Instead we strolled down the touristy but quaint downtown, sampling the local cuisine and buying yarn. We stopped by the marina where I did my best to emulate a travel brochure with the image below.

With the "we were there" picture out the the way, Aurelia and I behaved like sensible tourists and followed the signs:




We caught the 3:40 ferry back the Seattle and were treated to a view of Mount Rainier. (There's something to be said about the naming of cities and places in the Northwest. The folks who names things tended to be literal, with towns named after the dominant activity or feature: Woodburn, Sellwood, Boring. This leads me to speculate that Seattle's mountain is victim to mass mispronunciation and should harken back to its more rainy roots. Which begs the question, more rainy than what?).