Beautiful day for a ferry ride to Vashon Island and back! I’m so glad I live so close to Puget Sound and all the beauty of the water.
One of the really great things about living here at Franke Tobey Jones is the fact that we are on the hill above the ferry to Vashon Island. If you are as old as I am, perhaps you remember the Betty McDonald books written in the middle of the 20th century about her life on the Olympic Peninsula (The Egg and I), Seattle (The Plague and I), and Vashon Island (Onions in the Stew). I was a big fan as a teenager. The Egg and I was made into a movie and that’s where the characters of Ma and Pa Kettle came from.
One of our favorite trips from FTJ is to go over to Vashon. It’s really an island with no bridges connecting it with the mainland, so you have to take a Washington State Ferry over.
Here we all are on the bus.
We got to the ferry loading place, and there were lots of logger trucks with us.
Finally, the ferry pulled in to the slip,
and we were loaded on. The cars get to load first, and then they put the trucks and busses in the middle. The folks who direct the loading are really careful to keep the weight balance correct, so the ferry doesn’t get too heavy on one side or the other. Even with the trucks, there was plenty of room as you can see looking back at the dock as we pulled away.
The water was as smooth as glass, although it was pretty cloudy and cool.
And before we knew it we were approaching the slip on the other side of the Sound. The ferry runs every hour and it takes about 15 minutes to do the crossing, and 15 minutes to unload and load again. On the way across, I saw several sea otters swimming, but I couldn’t get my camera up in time to take a picture of them. They looked just like logs, and by the time I realized they were otters, they would dive under.
Our first stop was an old country store.
It was interesting, with just about anything a farmer could want, from food to seeds to garden tools to clothing.
All kinds of “stuff”
There was “garden art”
After we had poked around there for a while, we loaded back on the bus and went to the town of Vashon which is located just about the middle of the island. There are lots of interesting shops there and an old Presbyterian Church.
There were craft shops
a historic building, housing a restaurant (it’s a restaurant, not a hardware store, contrary to its name), some elephants on the roof,
and at least one interesting character. (Note the bare feet, even though it was 60 degrees.) He said he was reading Gulliver’s Travels.
After lunch at a pizza place, we returned to the ferry and waited in line for the boat to come in. During lunch it had cleared off and turned sunny, so the ride back was beautiful with the sound matching the sky for deep blue.
As I looked to the East from the deck of the ferry, I was treated to the sight of Mt. Rainier drifting in what remained of the clouds above the Port of Tacoma.
And before we knew it we were back at the slip, and ready to drive up the hill, safely back to FTJ.
This photo is part of the Lenten Photo-A-Day Challenge.
Some of the San Juan Islands RISING from the fog on a ferry ride to Friday Harbor.
The lectionary passage that spoke especially to me today was from Psalm 145:4-6
4 One generation shall laud your works to another,
and shall declare your mighty acts.
5 On the glorious splendor of your majesty,
and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.
6 The might of your awesome deeds shall be proclaimed,
and I will declare your greatness.
I saw this article from the New York Times today on Facebook.