Day 30: Port Townsend WA - Seattle WA

Slow day, or it would have been if someone hadn't thoughtlessly bunged a toll bridge somewhere between Bremerton and Tacoma.  So I had to miss the chance to see the Tacoma Narrows Bridge(s) from the land side.  Port Townsend has Morris Minors.  In it.

This bit of Washington is rather scenic, containing as it does:

• trees, and
• mountains, and
• water

Much of the route south was through the first and close to the third, specifically the Hood Canal.  Which is not a canal as BRITONS know it i.e. no locks, no narrowboats and no cosy canalside pubs, no, it is more of a fjord which runs north-south from the Strait of Juan de Fuca for sixty or seventy miles before turning sharply east for another quite a long way.

Two out of three, Washington, Friday

Hood Canal, looking north

Round the corner and looking west.  Note blue sky and 26 degree temperature.

Not much else to report about today save that I-5 was horrendous again and Messrs Thrifty refunded my three hundred USAnian roubles for the replacement tyre without any questions., outraged desk-banging or or even producing photos of the offending rubberwear.  There is the small matter of the six-hour wait for the Shiny Metal Birb to depart and that hissing noise you can hear is my will to live slowly evaporating.  Final instalment tomoz, unless I forget or fall asleep on the Tube.