September 13, 2023
Coffee Break
Fog horns blast all morning. The ferries are up early — I am not. After two tough days of getting back into cycling, today I’m taking it easy. I don’t leave the park until 10 and pedal slow on the four-mile ride back to Lopez Village.
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I spend most of the day doing mostly nothing — hanging out at the library, grabbing lunch, stretching to try and make my tired muscles feel less tired but not having any success. So often my life now feels like an endless series of work and home tasks, which makes idle days like these precious.
I sit next to the narrow mouth of Fisherman Bay at low tide and watch boats try not to get themselves stuck on a rock or a sandbar. The water moves in with such speed that I can hear it rushing in front of me and rippling up as it makes its way around the narrow point of land a few hundred feet on the other side of the channel.
When I see the ferry pulling out of Friday Harbor across San Juan Channel in the distance, I know it’s time to head for the landing.
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