Solo Adventurers

We took the ferry this morning from Coupeville to Port Townsend. There are folks who commute by ferry everyday. The motorcycles line up in one row and go onto the ferry after the walkers. After we parked we spoke with a gentleman who parked next to us. He was also on the sixth day of his journey. Except that he had started in Wisconsin. And he was in his 70's. I have thought a lot about him today. Does he get lonely? He had a wedding ring on. Is he a widower? Does he travel to get away from or to have something to travel to? He was on a BMW which is the antithesis of a Harley. I was telling George that BMW's don't have foot pegs and he said they don't need them because they are equipped with hands that come out and massage the owners legs and butt! Anyway, this made me think about the woman we saw biking up the Cascade Mountains by herself. She had really bright bags on her bike indicting that it was not a day ride. I am in awe of people who not only push themselves physically, but do it alone. I can't even buy clothes without my sister. We had a pleasant, cold day. We stopped in Sequim (rhythms with swim) and went to a few lavender farms. If you have read my past blogs you will know that we have been in Sequim before and it is the famous for its lavender production. They have a lavender festival in the summer and people come from all over to celebrate. I love lavender. The rest of the day we rode through the Olympic Forest. Long cool tunnels of tall green trees went on for

Here's the ferry!

miles and miles as we rode silently hour after hour. At one point the trees gave way and the sun bounced off of the ocean warming our very cold bones. What a view! I did read some interesting factoids about the Olympic Forest on Google, but I am especially tired tonight so I will skip sharing those. At some point in the day I sit down and decide where we will end up the next day and begin reading reviews on hotels. This takes a lot of time and patience and it was a real challenge for the weekend. It turns out that we are at the same hotel tonight that we stayed at during our last trip to Washington. It has a different name now. I know. Big deal. But when we are 80, we might find that really funny. Time to go, Good night from Aberdeen Jenson and George

Jenson and George at a Lavender Farm in Sequim