We can feel the strong family connection.
These succulents in various shoes at the front door convey that sense of continuity.
We have very much enjoyed being here.
But, it is time to leave this haven.
We set off in the sunshine.
Soon Mark disappears into the sea mist which envelopes Whidbey Island.
We wait at the Coupville ferry dock for the 8.45am ferry.
I meet big hearted Chuck.
He is on a fishing mission with Casey. They are crossing on the ferry and heading for Neah Bay where they expect to catch king salmon. They have caught 30lb salmon there in the past. They have freezer on board the truck and will bring it home filled with fish.
Casey gives me his favourite alder-smoked salmon technique. The results are guaranteed to bring all the family round for a meal.
The ferry arrives.
We ride in board.
Motorcyclists board first and get a front row position for disembarking.
Very soon Mark is surrounded by an interested group of motorcyclists.
His bike(s) always generate a lot of interest. The stickered panniers tell stories of an adventurer.
At the bow a crewman is giving hand signals to the bridge.
In this thick fog he is on Lookout and sighting other vessels in this busy sea lane and signalling the direction to the helmsman.
LeAnn is the traffic deck manager... And proud mother of a son who has recently graduated in electrical engineering.
Gary is from Milwaukee and has been at the Sturgis motorcycle rally early this week. He said it was a bit overrated and overcrowded. Some people were riding bikes who were very inexperienced.
He seemed to cope better with our accents than a lot of people we have met in Washington state. He said that he had no trouble with our accents because we was a first-generation US born son of German migrants and was well-used to other accents.
The half hour journey took us about an hour in the thick foggy conditions.
You have been a blessing to us and to many others along life's road.
"See, I am sending an angel ahead of you to guard you along the way and to bring you to the place I have prepared". Exodus 23:20
Soon we are distracted by the emerald and blue Crescent Lake as we ride west along the Olympic Peninsula.
We stop for a break at Beaver.
This scene alerted us that servings are large in this cafe. We had a chat with a delightful British family. They have visited New Zealand when their children were smaller.
We keep up our unofficial NZ tourism roles whenever we meet people. Now it's time for these teenagers to think about visiting NZ during their gap years.
We have turned the corner and are now riding South - destination Los Angeles via. San Fancisco.
Our first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean.
We have begun to look for somewhere to stay tonight. Several places in amongst the forested lakes are shuttered up.
We continue through Aberdeen - a sad looking town- to Westport on the coast.
We have dinner at the Half Moon Bay restuarant at Westport.
We decide this is the westernmost restaurant we are likely to eat at. The most easterly was at Eastport in Maine.