Alright I hope you all can tolerate another pic blog. This was the first totally clear and warm Saturday, I think, since I got here in Seattle and so I jumped on the 9:35 Bainbridge Island ferry. Hundreds of people do this every day for work (strenuous routine if you ask me) but for me it was unique. Bainbridge Isle is a bedroom community of Seattle, due west, but also an artsy high-dollar retirement spot and beautiful. The thing I noticed real quick was that old “super oxygenated” feeling that I remember from my visit to Whidby Island (just north of Bainbridge) back in 1990 with Leah. You don’t get that in Seattle, as all the trees are gone, comparatively. So here are the pics, chronologically. Remember you can doubleclick the photos to enlarge.
Loading dock, some views of waterfront, including funny fisheye shots
“super vivid color” setting, a little much? this camera is a real fancy toy…
a ferris wheel worthy of Salvador Dali…
driving onto the boat. They are very prompt and on-schedule with these things
up on the sun deck… it was nice and warm and just breezy on the dock but as soon as we got about half mile out it got very windy, as you can see/hear in the videos if you see them
some views of the freight docks southward
this is where all our stuff from China comes in, these big Hanjin boats are always coming in, loaded to the sky with containers
looking s.w. along West Seattle peninsula
“closeups” of container ships, the proper treatment
back n.e. to Seattle
on the island finally, you land at the town of Winslow, main tourist place and commercial center of the island. I took an immediate right and went up the 305 along east edge of the island, didn’t have a map and didn’t care, exploring. I’d taken a general glance at the roads on the internet. Got off and went up a parallel road to the east looking for water and found Fay Bainbridge Park, totally great and uncrowded.
Typical lush forest here
the park, looking east to the water
the beach and approaches were covered with this dense litter of dead logs, don’t know how they got them all here, or maybe they are all just dead from falling over years ago
s.e. towards Seattle
coming back down, you can see some of the traffic heading towards Winslow. They have signs all the way to about two miles out of town for people to use the shoulder only for ferry waiting, which gives you an idea of the lines in the mornings
into Winslow to get a map
Roberta wanted to know what flowers were out, so I took these right next to my car (what are they?!)
Heading out Wyatt Ave. to the s.w. part of the island. I’d driven all the way up the east side of the island and crossed the bridge at Agate Passage which actually takes you off the island and into Kitsap Count. There’s not really a “loop” road around it, so I went back south.
The s.w. corner of the isle has a beach road around most of it though, but the only place to pull over, finally, was Point White so I stopped there and got pics etc. There are signs on the pier to
a) not eat the deadly butter clams (I don’t)
b) stay at least 100 yds away from the baby seals and molting moms (didn’t see any of either, I was looking forward to breaking those rules, dammit)
a good reference for a painting, pilings with rusty cable around them. There was a huge pink starfish hanging partly above water’s edge at the bottom of one of these, first one of those I think I’ve seen since we were at Monterey when Corey was a tyke.
the beach was full of these barnacled rocks, which look great from this angle don’t you think?
this is what the road looked like all the way along
I headed back inland to/through Lynwood Center (town) and then to hit the s.e. section of the island which has a sort of loop road briefly at the very bottom. It is very tight, great views but absolutely nowhere to pull over, strictly walking access for locals only. Nice gardens, etc.
I got to the end of the above and suddenly found myself in the semi-wilderness of lower “Tade Jane Road”, primeval forest sort of stuff, climbing a steep hill, then back to overgrown suburbia
a drive-by shot of the water along Eagle-something road. Interesting and typical that they have golf courses, country clubs, high-dollar real estate here, but no farms or even orchards, that I could see anyway. All imported, like everywhere else. I think this place could grow anything.
I was pretty burnt out from all the driving after that, pulled into the ferry queue and got on the boat after about half an hour. Still no clouds in the sky! Something’s wrong with this picture…
there were these collections of sailboats just hanging out in big groups on the way back
and back into Seattle. There are lots more and longer ferry cruises you can do around here. There’s one that my lead at work told me about that winds in and out around the San Juan Islands (northwards) that sounds like a blast. I’m going to drag brother Dave out on something like this once he gets done with his teaching grind for the summer. Ok bye, j