Time for a mini break from the travel, so Karen and I chucked our bikes in the Cutlass and took off for the San Juan islands on a whim. Lopez island was our destination, tulip peekers were our enemies and time was against us – but we just made the lunchtime ferry with seconds to spare. That’s the island over there!
Lopez is an extremely sleepy, rural place overrun with sheep and B&Bs with ridiculous quantities of pillows. Viz.
How can you sleep on that? I think there were 18 pillows. And none whatsoever on the wooden porch chairs. Soft furnishing madness.
We took a gentle meander through the rolling countryside, stopping at Shark Reef State Park (no sharks, lots of seals).
Beautiful lady on a beautiful sunny day!
Mmmm, rusty old agricultural stuff. This was the village museum.
We wandered Lopez Village and had a great sunset meal at the justly celebrated Bay Café.
More cycling on the Sunday, including a walk along Wallace Spit. 
Then we took the scenic route home from Anacortes, over Deception Pass and down through Whidby Island, including a lunch stop at the charming old mill town of Coupeville for fresh Penn Cove mussels and a spot of, er, totem wheel spinning.
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