After walking the beach for a cold sunrise, it was time to get busy figuring out our plan for the day. I called the ferry terminal to make reservations to cross over to Port Townsend. The phone tree for the Washington transportation department was onerous but after about five minutes of pressing buttons, I finally reached a very professional woman who informed that all boats are booked for the day. We could get on the 9:30 tonight or go stand by. Neither option sounded good, so we made reservations for tomorrow then turned our attention to making sure we had a campsite for tonight being as this is the weekend. I drove out to the office and amazingly, there was an actual person on duty for a few hours. He checked our site and, sure enough, someone else had it reserved. He marked out the open sites in our preferred area to pick from then sold me a cool Deception Pass sweatshirt.
PJ and I scouted the available options then chose site number 128. Since we were moving anyway, we took Wilson to the dump station to empty the dirty and refill the fresh. Then we went into Oak Harbor to fill the propane. Next door was a Planet Fitness so we couldn’t help but go in for a workout.
Once we got cozy in site 128, we braved the wind and cold to have a little walk on the beach and climb over the knoll to the Whale Trail to sit on a log and watch the wildlife and breathe in the beautiful views. Way too many bridge pictures for you guys, but the waterway through the pass is crazy scenic.
Long legged herons fished the shoreline while curious seals looked on from just offshore. We snuggled for warmth on our log in awe as bald eagles soared overhead and the powerful tidal flow moved large rafts of bull kelp through the pass. The occasional entrepid hiker would pass by but for the most part, we had the beach to ourselves.
We walked back over to the main beach for the sunset and watched the golden sphere melt into the cold turbulent sea. The campground had filled to about 70% capacity and there was lots of joyful laughter and the sound of chopping wood when we got home. Other than a few walks for Cali, we stayed warm inside our peaceful box.