I had breakfast at the Island Café in Anacortes: chorizo and eggs; the guy on the grill got it just right and there was a lot of it and I was going to eat all of it; so I took quite a bit of time eating.
That gave me a lot of time to read the current issue of The Economist.
After four articles that were all related in one way or another to the United States’ presidential campaign I was so unsettled that I needed a jar of scotch.
But it was only 1030 and I haven’t gotten to drinking anything except bloody maries before 1700.
So I reached the ferry terminal in a state of un-tempered mental unrest.
A walk on the boardwalk through the tidelands fixed that.
Here are a few pictures from that walk.
Later, after making the crossing to the island, I saw some oyster catchers from the tombolo.