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Honeymoon: Day Four On Friday we checked out of the Crap Hotel and walked a few blocks over to Budget, where we were renting a car. It was kinda hectic in there, and we were nice to the woman who helped us and she asked where we were going so we told her, and mentioned it was our honeymoon. You know where this is going, right? Yes, our “economy” request was upgraded to a wicked cool silver Mustang convertible. Woo! The honeymoon perks strike again:
We went back to our hotel to get our bags, loaded up the convertible (Greg kept saying We’re cooler than everyone who isn’t us) and made our way north to Anacortes to catch the ferry to leg two of our trip, San Juan Island. On the way we got hungry, so we pulled off in what ended up being the most traffic-y small town ever. Where did we eat? Well, after hearing about it for years, we ate at Taco Time. I had a beef burrito. It was pretty good, but we thought it was also really expensive for what was essentially fast Mexican food. Afterwards we got back on the highway and made our way to the ferry docks. We got there over two hours ahead of time, which was perfect. You can put your car in line and are thus assured of a spot on the ferry, which can be difficult to get during the summer when everyone and their brother wants to go to the Islands.
It was a warm day, but hey, we had a convertible (have I mentioned that?)! We put the top down and sat in the sun and read for awhile, and then eventually walked up the hill to a restaurant called Billy Ray’s and had one of the worst pizzas ever created. Soon enough, it was time to drive onto the ferry (which was pretty cool) and then it was an hour crossing and we were on the island! Our hosts’ directions were very good, and we made our way from the ferry dock through the town of Friday Harbor and across the island to the Cabin of Two Bears. Look how cute it is:
It has a loft bedroom and a full kitchen and a teeny living room with TV/VCR and, best of all, a deck with a big hot tub. There was also a private manmade pond. We were at the bottom of a hill and totally secluded. Perfection – for $130 a night! $130 a night barely buys you a hotel room in Philly. We unloaded all our stuff and then were hungry and needed to stock groceries, so we decided to make our way back to Friday Harbor (nine miles away). There was a moment of big surprise when we found out that the door really didn’t lock (it was a double, and it locked, but the other door didn’t really latch and you could just grab the handles and tug and they came right open) but we figured it was a secluded island and that there weren’t packs of roaming thieves around. Back in town we had dinner at Amigos Mexican restaurant (not bad) and bought a ton of groceries at King’s Market, and then it was back to the cabin and the hot tub and some wine and sparkling cider and the unbelievably clear skies at night and just Greg and I, relaxing at last. |
