As said in the previous entry, there was a moment when a pod of orcas seemed to be swimming near the campsite, but they never emerged much from a black sleekness, half a mile offshore. We set off directly across the backbone of the island to get to Friday Harbour, the ferry port for San Juan Island. We shopped and then joined the line of bikes waiting to board the 11am ferry. These islands are very popular with cyclists - though they are mostly relatively timid cyclists in that they drive, usually, to the ferry port rather than cycling from home (usually within a couple of hundred miles), or drive to the island campsite with their bikes on the back, and prefer the flatter islands such as Lopez. Fair enough, roads are often intimidating.. We then cycled down most of the length of Whidbey Island, which is a fairly hilly and wooded island with some air bases on it, going past Deception Pass once again and carefully avoiding route 20 which is still an intimidating and snarly mess from a cyclist's perspective. Oak Harbour is perhaps the biggest settlement and has a Walmart and a Safeway and we went in both searching for cakes, breakfast cereals, etc. Safeway is more of a proper grocery store - Walmart is a smaller format than usual. I felt a bit self-conscious since my shorts are salt streaked from swimming in the sea and my top now resists any amount of washing and remains discoloured. It has been blasted by sun, sun cream and dust for rather too long. Anyway I was out-grunged by the local punk rocker. We saw lots of views over water between wooded islands. As we approached Fort Casey we touched the west coast and the sea views from the west coast are more extensive - looking way out to the Pacific, down the channel that connects Puget Sound to the sea. Then we reached Fort Casey and our campsite. Fort Casey is a good example of sea defences that achieved obsolescence as soon as completed (a bit like St Catherine's Island at Tenby - though that had a short useful life). They were finished at the end of the 19th century but were immediately of limited use given the development of the aeroplane and the ironclad. It is now a pretty background to catching a ferry to Port Townsend. Tomorrow we intend to visit the Wooden Boat Festival in Port Townsend - music and boats are sufficient attraction. It's also Guy's birthday.... We are here. The photo is a picturesque bit of mud half way down Whidbey Island - looking east.