Day 109 - Driving to Olympic

Uncle Bill and Cousin Roman came in today!! I picked them up at the airport at noon and we drove to downtown Seattle. We were going to take the scenic route to the Olympic Penninsula by way of the ferry to lovely Bainbridge island, but had a few stops in between.

After a nice lunch at a trendy and cool brewery, we stopped at the Pike Place Market for some fish tossing entertainment at the fish market and a almost-artistic, used gum-filled alleyway.

We walked fifteen blocks to the ferry but couldn't buy tickets without the van, so Roman and I speed-walked back to the van, picked up waiting Bill and reached the ferry entrance just in time for the 3pm ferry. We enjoyed the cool breeze, great views of Seattle and the luminous Mount Rainier.

We avoided some serious traffic on Bainbridge Island by taking side roads by luxurious houses and quiet waterway views, before finally crossing over the the Olympic Penninsula. We arrived at the surpassingly exceptional Collette's Bed and Breakfast just in time for happy hour. The two innkeepers were friendly and charming, the rooms luxurious and spacious but the two knockouts of this place were the vibrant, award-winning garden and the postcard-worthy views of the Strait of Juuuuan de Fuca.

We drove to nearby Port Angeles for a tasty dinner then settled back in at our lovely home for the evening.

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