Total miles: 196
Getting ready to board the Ferry at Edmonds.
The Plan was to meet up with a few folks from
and ride from the
Edmonds-Kingston ferry up to Sequim, were I would break off and go
visit my father while they continued up to Hurricane ridge. I left right
about 8:15 and meet up with the others at the Edmonds ferry terminal. If
you have never rode a motorcycle on a
State Ferry, you are in for a treat. No waiting in lines, and you're
first on and first off! Plus it's half the price of a cage. Yeah, way to
go WSF! Going over we were the first on
the boat, and received a great, if not a chilly view of the sound
crossing. Nothing like the fresh sea air to revive the senses. Though it
started out just over cast at home, there was a little drizzle at
Edmonds. By the
time we were underway, it stopped.
We departed the ferry and of course, somebody had to hit the first gas
station we came to so we gave up our first off the boat advantage.
Oh well, it wasn't a race, just a nice fall ride up the
We rode across the
Canal Floating bridge, which by the way seems to be in eternal
construction mode. Didn't see any
Subs while crossing the bridge either. I think they come in to base
submerged. We continued up through
Port Gamble and
Hwy 101 towards
Port Angeles. The road is typical Washington two lane highway. Packs
of cars make passing difficult and there are many speed zones (45-35-25)
along the way as well. The scenery is also typical Washington green.
Though there are a few pull offs that afford excellent views of both
Hood Canal and
Straits Of Juan de Fuca along the route.
I pulled off at Sequim, and the rest of the group went one about
another 15 miles to the road up to
Sequim is a
little town between
Port Angeles and
Spit. Hwy 101 used to go right through town, but now bypasses the main
drag. It has a large population of retirees, and is in what is referred to
as the "rain shadow" of the Olympic mountains. As the typical storm out of
the southwest passes over the mountains, it must dump it's payload of
moisture, which creates an area on the other side of the mountain that is
relatively dry. A rain shadow.
After a nice lunch with my father, I decided to take in the sights as I
make my way back to Kingston. I rode down to Dungeness Spit and
looked out at the
that warns ships of the sand bar and certain catastrophe. There where two
large container ships moving in the Strait, giant gray silhouettes against
the haze as they moved their cargo to and from places far away. Sea Gulls
warming themselves on the rocks as the sun begin to peak through the
clouds. Small boats in the bay. An absolutely gorgeous autumn day to be
out on a motorcycle!
I made a few stops along the way to get some pictures, and then it was
Sound on the
Ferry. I stopped to see a friend, woke her from her nap, chided her
for not going out on a ride herself on such a fine day, and then it was
back home. All and all a fun little ride, and another step to getting
everything in order for next summers two week adventure!