|Lake Washington in the sunshine|
It was the kind of day that would make you move to Seattle. The lake was sparkling, the sky blue - everything was scrubbed bright and fresh and the air was crisp and you could easily think "I want to live here!" - unless, of course, you remembered the past week, when it rained every day. Ah, fickle Seattle, how you flirt with us!
This was not a very long day, but it was another very UP and DOWN day. The city is very hilly, and they are not long sloping hills, but short and steep ones that prove very taxing for us. Descents are similarly short and sometimes steep, and since we are riding city streets we must be prepared to stop quickly. Thus, we never really get a rhythm, or enjoy a nice long downhill. It tends to feel like up, up, up - then DOWN fast and again up, up, up. Over and over we do this drill. In 24 miles, we climb 1600 feet, but we never get above 400 feet in elevation. Back home in Redlands, we might climb more than that when we ride out to Yucaipa, but then we turn around and have a 15 mile downhill back home!
Our ride was broken into two parts: through Seattle to the ferry landing at Mukilteo, and then up Whidbey Island to Coupeville. I have always loved ferries. Puget Sound has dozens of ferries going all over, and our plan was to ride up Whidbey to Anacortes the following day to take another ferry to San Juan Island to visit our friends Jeff and Gail.
|Roger exploring the fort|
|Olympic peninsula in the background behind the fort|
We enjoyed having a little "hydrotherapy" treatment for our legs in the cold waters, and then ate a holiday-appropriate meal of friend chicken, corn on the cob and macaroni and cheese, counted our blessings, and hit the sack.
|Brrr! But great treatment for our legs|