Fryman goes inter-island

As I walked my bike up our driveway at 5:30am, I couldn’t see a damn thing. My headlamp highlighted a sphere of nothingness in front of me. I had to rely on my memory of the quarter-mile gravel road that led to the pavement, where I could start making out shadows of trees and the approximate border of the road that would take me 13 miles to the ferry landing. As I rode, the woman’s voice from my RunKeeper app would update me every five minutes on my progress – telling me my average time per mile. So every five minutes I’d calculate in my head whether I was traveling at a pace to make the ferry (“5 minutes per mile?!  You’ll never make it!”) I did, in fact, make the ferry – with about 4 minutes to spare.

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I had to travel to San Juan Island to do some grown up banking. That meant an hour on the bike, followed by an hour and a half on the ferry, which weaved its way through our little archipelago, stopping at all the other major islands before arriving at my destination, Friday Harbor.

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While there, it took me several hours to complete my mission: open a local bank account, wire money, get a cashier’s check. I got what I needed from the bank 3 minutes before the last ferry of the afternoon left for Lopez. Thankfully it was only a 2-minute ride to the ferry dock. That’s life on the islands.

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