Since I could take bike paths pretty much all the way to the Fauntleroy Ferry, biking was the sole mode of transportation and this was a car free ride. Riding long(-ish) road rides from my apartment is something I haven't quite figured out yet here. There seems to be water, city or freeways all around. As I pedaled along the Seattle waterfront at 7:30AM, I only saw confused looking tourists who were trying to find their cruise ships. A mile long line of taxicabs in front of the Aquarium would take care of them. A long stretch along the Alki Beach was almost deserted, too, except few early joggers. I barely managed to buy the $6 ferry ticket and was let onto the ferry as a last one, together with another cyclist. Fifteen or so minutes later, we have presumably traveled back in time.
It was a pretty good climb from the sea level to the island's spine, and my lungs and sinuses, still recovering from a recent viral infection, responded with convulsions and overproduction of mucus. I felt totally out of shape, but as I rode quiet roads south along the western side (counter clockwise), I was able to start noticing some interesting things along the road.
Betty Macdonald farm. I knew she had moved to Vashon after the chicken farm fiasco, but had no idea about the farm's location. Betty Macdonald is also kind of associated with my youth - she was very popular in Czech Republic in the eighties, I guess since she was one of the few American authors allowed to be translated and published, and she was also a favorite author of my mother, who insisted I read all her favorite feminist books (I prefered sci-fi).
I rolled onto a ferry back to Seattle in early afternoon and really enjoyed the views of our volcanoes both right (Rainier) and left (Baker) from the upper deck.
81 very, very enjoyable miles. Nothing beats feeling like a kid again, especially on a bike.