I was up at 5:00am. I quietly got dressed, grabbed my tablet, and wandered down to the lobby to see if there was a local place open at that hour on a Sunday. The nice desk clerk was incorrect for someone walking, but I ended up at a McDonald's for coffee and an egg McMuffin. I was just getting started on my blog posts when Maureen called me asking if we had found anyone to take us to Victoria. This gal was a true trail angel!
The timing was incredible, with Maureen pulling up to the hotel just as we were pulling the boats out of the courtyard.
We chatted about everything from politics to religion to personal situations during the three hours it took to get to Victoria. It was a joy.
We arrived early for the 3:00pm ferry, so they let Maureen drive us and our stuff up to the area where they let the motorcycles park. We gave Maureen a big hug for helping us out and more than enough to cover gas and a couple of LVN uniforms, and said our good-byes. The number of coincidences that had to occur for us to get to Victoria was amazing. We are so grateful.
It was a beautiful day for a ferry ride across the Juan de Fuca to Port Angeles. We got to see several entries to the WA-AK human-powered race, as they were pulling into Victoria Harbor as the ferry was leaving.
Once we were through customs at Port Angeles, we had to wait a bit for a taxi to take our stuff up the hill to the hotel. It was within walking distance, but we would have had to make several trips, or many trips, to get the boats and our stuff up the hill. As it was, the only way to get the boats up the hill was to take them there ourselves. Peter was able to use his trailer, and I carried the Tesla, the half mile up the hill. We were lucky again with the hotel room in that it was wide enough to accommodate two kayaks. Not conventionally, but they fit.
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