After having some Strawberry Rhubarb “hand pie” Cody travels from Lopez to Friday Harbor –
The alarm on my phone awakened me at 6:15 so as to get a good start on arriving at Holly B’s Bakery somewhere near their 7 o’clock opening time. I dressed for the day and paddled across the bay under yet another crystal clear sky and steady breezes. The bakery already had a crowd when I arrived only a few minutes after opening, but I soon understood the reason for said crowd. The pastries available were many and all appeared (and smelled) quite divine! I ended up settling on a house made Strawberry Rhubarb “hand pie” and it exceeded my expectations! I can wholeheartedly recommend Holly B’s bakery on Lopez Island to anyone who happens to be traveling through this quaint and spirited little village.
After breakfast and a quick walk around Lopez Village, I made my way back to the marina, paddled back to the boat and stowed the SUP for the day’s sail. I was scheduled to meet my wife, one of her best girlfriends Jen and our dog Occy in Friday Harbor on San Juan Island Sunday morning where they would be arriving by ferry. The breeze was blowing about 8 knots and was forecasted to continue to do so all day, the sky was completely clear and the sail would only be a bit over five miles. I checked the currents and they were going to be moving at just under a knot during the time of this trip, I I set out for what I hoped would be a short and pleasant sail.
The first three miles went very smoothly (apart from very heavy powerboat traffic from all directions which made large wakes converging from every direction nearly the entire time) but as I approached San Juan Island, large gusts of wind began sweeping across the water. I quickly tucked in the first reef and felt under control again but the gusts continued to strengthen. Soon the second reef was snugged down and only then were the gusts more manageable. The sailing conditions were tricky as the wind would go from 10 knots to 25 knots and then back to 10 knots within the span of about 30 seconds. To complicate matters, the heavy traffic coming into and out of Friday Harbor made for some extra maneuvering in tighter quarters than I would have preferred. Upon arrival at Friday Harbor I dropped sail, motored into a shallow and secluded corner of the harbor and dropped anchor, a bit frazzled by the hectic last two miles of the trip.
Upon arrival I learned via a text from my wife that she would be arriving on an afternoon ferry instead of a morning ferry the following morning, so I spent the evening walking around Friday Harbor and getting a few needed groceries at the local market. Friday Harbor is a bustling little town on a summer weekend and it was a fun change to take in the local sights and night life.